"Under such circumstances, it might as well see blood."

The moment this idea came into being, Igna trembled, and immediately slapped himself severely.

"Snapped-"

The crisp sound echoed in the field.

This inexplicable slap stopped the echoing shouts in the field for a moment.

The next moment, the audience erupted into roars of laughter. Even the fighters standing in the other three corners of the arena laughed loudly.

Only number 247 showed an angry expression.

The bald man stared angrily, as if he was very dissatisfied with Igna's performance.

Regardless of the pain, Igna bit the tip of his tongue lightly, using the pain to force himself to calm down.

"I'm not in the right shape." Again, Igna recognized this very clearly.

Very wrong.

His abnormality is not just ignoring some things.

What was even more weird was that at this moment, he actually felt a desire to see blood, and he actually felt that it was reasonable to hurt people in the underground boxing ring. He actually felt that it didn't matter if a Extraordinary could use his abilities to cause harm to other people.

What caused such a change? why?

Moreover, there are obviously other, more subtle ways to stop himself, why would he slap himself without even thinking about it?

This is too impulsive, too unreasonable.

Igna wanted to know the answers to these anomalies, but the number 247 would not give him such a chance.

Originally, in order to break the game, he had planned to challenge the strongest No. 247.

Through such a "challenge", it is possible to reverse the three-on-one situation into one-on-one under certain circumstances.

However, the self-slapping action just now changed the situation. His challenge to the bald head has become a provocation and a declaration of war.

If it was said that the bald head had planned to let him attack first, then at this moment, the bald head would undoubtedly be the one who took the initiative to attack. The situation on the field will lead to a completely different direction because of the bald head's first attack.

The rhythm of the battle on the field will become completely different.

He had to come up with other, new, solutions for this situation as soon as possible.

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No. 247 sneered as No. 1412 approached.

He could tell that this No. 1412 had probably learned some fighting skills, and he didn't look unbeaten like his appearance.

But what does it matter? In this arena, apart from the "Emperor of the World" and the "Destroyer Luck" contestants, who else is his opponent?

However, it happened that such a weak person dared to provoke him because he was full of flaws.

Unforgivable.

Unforgivable.

Unforgivable.

Originally, as long as he knelt down and begged for mercy, the bald head might spare his life, so he should be gentler and let him die more quickly.

But now, "Go to hell." The bald head thought, "I want to hear his most painful cries, I want to hear his hoarse begging for mercy, I want to make him unable to live or die."

As soon as the bald head moved his mind, his body immediately moved, and with full strength, he swung his fist directly at No. 1412.

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"Sa—"

With a strong wind, No. 247's fist rushed forward and hit Igna's right abdomen.

Looking at the bald head's posture, Igna was already prepared for this, and he avoided No. 247's fist by deftly turning sideways. At the same time, he also thought of a coping strategy in such a situation.

The bald head was a little surprised, his attack was very tricky, he didn't expect that this thin-looking No. 1412 could actually see through his attack.

However, that bald head was obviously also a good fighter, although he was surprised by Igna's dexterous dodge. But he put away his surprise quickly, then twisted his body, and then threw another punch at Igna's side.

But under such circumstances, there was no way to hit Igna.

Under the training of instructor Hugh Dilcha, Igna is an excellent "apprentice knight".

What's more, the bald head swung his fist in the air, and a part of his body was already out of his control.

As a person who has received specialized combat training, Igna certainly would not let go of such an opportunity.

He bent his elbows and slammed directly into 247's back.

The action was fast and fierce, and in order to achieve the expected effect, Igna did not put any strength back at this moment.

"Sa—" Igna's blow also caused rumors.

But the movement is faster than the bald head, and the bald head is almost inevitable.

His eyes widened, and he found a little strength from somewhere, barely able to move himself a little, allowing his back to avoid Igna's attack.

"Ka—"

But the elbow still hit his arm, and the bones in his arm shattered. The bald head fell to his knees directly on the ground.

The sound of tearing flesh and blood ignited the atmosphere in the arena, and Igna's quick and accurate actions made the audience boil even more.

"Kill him, kill him, kill him."

"Kill him, kill him, kill him."

"Kill him, kill him, kill him."

The tidy call signs sounded again, and they were more enthusiastic, more violent, and more bloodthirsty than before.

Igna was yelled by such a cry, and his mind began to be filled with violent thoughts.

It’s okay to see blood, it’s okay to crush his spine like that, it’s okay to hear his screams…

It's okay to kill him...

Igna bit the tip of his tongue violently, letting the pain wake him up.

At the moment Igna hesitated, the bald head fiercely dragged the broken arm, and attacked Igna with a collision. It's almost like dying.

Of course, it is impossible for such a random attack to hit Igna, and Igna can even judge the attack distance of this bald head.

It was a breeze to kill this bald head.

However, Igna did not do that. He saw the angle of the bald head's attack. At the same time, tricks were used.

"Thaumaturgy".

This is a simple illusion trick, causing the surrounding flames to flicker for an instant and dim for an instant.

And, within the environment, he used the zenith as the sound source to make an instant sound, and this time Igna forged an ominous whisper.

No one can understand the meaning of the language created by Igna.

However, the venue was silent for a moment because of the influence of this supernatural force.

These savages seem to have finally realized a tinge of fear.

Igna took advantage of this time to complete the prediction of the bald head's attack, and at the same time, with the power of the bald head, he gave the 247th bald head a "gentle" elbow.

Not deadly, but enough to cause a coma.

"boom-"

The bald head fell to the ground and fell into a coma, and the surrounding light returned to normal.

But what appeared in the eyes of everyone was the bald man lying at Igna's feet, who was dead or alive, and the trembling contestants in the other three corners.

"1412, 1412, 1412."

"1412, 1412, 1412."

"1412, 1412, 1412."

At this time, another neat call sign sounded from the sidelines.

Igna was silent.

He looked at No. 683, who had mid-length hair and didn't know whether he should challenge him. There was still a hint of hesitation in his eyes. Unlike the other two, they were already planning to kneel down and beg for mercy.

Igna walked towards him.

"Thaumaturgy."

At the same time, Igna is still continuing to implement the strategy he originally thought of.

Every step he takes makes the flames in the scene flicker.

Every step, every flicker of the flame, can make No. 683's eyes a little more frightened.

But this No. 683 seemed to have some reason why he couldn't surrender, even if the two were fighting, they clenched their fists.

Faced with such a situation, Igna also has a plan.

When he was close enough to be sure that No. 683's medium-length hair could see his eyes clearly, and no one else would notice, he performed a "little miracle" again.

He changed the appearance of his eyes, and from the side of 683's ear, he whispered again.

-

Looking at No. 1412 who was gradually approaching him, No. 683 had no fighting spirit at all.

However, he cannot retreat, cannot beg for mercy, cannot surrender. If he surrendered in this contest, he would have no further chance of promotion in the Normans party.

He can't back down, he can't back down.

However, every step No. 1412 took made him feel extremely fearful.

He was like a **** of death from hell, every step was trembling, cold and fearful.

He can't back down, he can't back down.

No. 683 wanted to persevere, but he just watched the eyes of the person in front of him, which slowly turned into vertical pupils.

Those were a pair of golden, cold-blooded eyes without any emotion.

At this moment, number 1412 seemed to regain his true nature, revealing his original appearance.

The devil...he must be a devil!

No. 683 is absolutely certain!

"Kneel, or, die."

There were ominous whispers in 683's ears, so close, it was almost like a demon licking the pinnae of his ear.

The voice was full of filth and malice.

No. 683 immediately prostrated himself on the ground, touched his forehead to the ground, and tremblingly tore off the number plate on his chest.

In this arena, that means total surrender and surrender of one's "life" to the safekeeping of others.

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After seeing No. 683 and the two thin people kneeling in unison, Igna secretly breathed a sigh of relief and lifted the thaumaturgy.

It worked.

The strategy of getting everyone to surrender, creating a deterrent, and preventing people from discovering that they are Extraordinary has succeeded.

After completing the scheduled plan, Igna also looked at the previous box 1412, and saw the captain sitting there nodding to him with a serious expression.

Mission accomplished~lightnovelpub.net~ It turns out that I don't know much about the magic tricks of master tricksters. I always thought it was the kind of magic master in our country. It's juggling, Chinese magic. Or maybe a little fireball and little lightning at a circus birthday party.

Until I played DND for the first time.

Running group, forever God!

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Also, as the fight in the underground boxing ring came to an end, I couldn't help but beep. I have always felt that I am an author who is better at writing about fighting (I once had a plan to write an article focusing on fighting).

To be honest, I wrote the plot of the underground boxing ring quite freely. I used to write about wits and wits, and I haven’t written about fighting for a long time. Have you forgotten that I can still write about fighting hahaha. (well, don't tell me if it's written like that, let me indulge myself (hey)

Please remember the first domain name of this book: . :