Black Book

Chapter 177 Dinner
The death of their two companions awakened the remaining team members from their mental oppression. They urged their stiff bodies to shoot at Zhu Haomiao like crazy, venting their fear and anger.

“Ahhhhh! Drafting?!”

"Son of a bitch!"

"Come on, bitch!"

Da da da da da~~
A dense metal storm covered an area of ​​more than ten meters in radius. However, before they opened fire, Zhu Haomiao ejected as if he had foreseen the future, and turned into a black stream of light and rushed into the crowd.

Da Da Da~
The bullets chasing his figure hit his own people along the way. Even with the protection of armor, a few unlucky guys were still knocked to the ground and trembled.

"Precise shooting! Hand-to-hand combat! Don't shoot randomly!!"

Muriel Frankel, who was in mid-air, shouted loudly on the internal channel to stop the team members' stupid behavior.

But she also knew that she had to let the team members suppress their inner fear and vent it, otherwise their morale would collapse even without the enemy attacking them!

In a state of extreme anxiety, she could only pray secretly that reinforcements from several strategic points around her would arrive as soon as possible!
Otherwise, her Constellation Tactical Team alone would not be able to hold out for long!

Damn!

Why would such a super-sized monster appear in the First Heaven? ! !

Gnashing her teeth, Muriel Frankel cleared her mind of all distracting thoughts and used her mental power to lock onto the erratic dark figure on the ground.

Bang!
An inch-long armor-piercing bullet fell from the sky. Zhu Haomiao, who was about to kill an enemy, dodged sideways, and the arc of the sword in his hand deviated and paused significantly.

It was just a moment of obstruction. The enemy, who had no time to react, raised his gun to block, but the thick alloy gun body was split in half on the spot.

boom!
The explosion was like a small artillery shell, creating a fountain of mud beside him. The lucky man who escaped death decisively dropped the broken gun in his hand and jumped back.

Zhu Haomiao sneered imperceptibly, drew a Z shape with the eight-sided Han sword in his hand, and chased after the enemy like a thorn in his flesh.

The enemy suspended in mid-air cannot make a large angle change of direction and can only tilt his head as much as possible to try to avoid the thrust.

However, the sword blade, flashing with cold light, drew a graceful and concise arc and accurately hit his deflected head.

The thin facial armor was pierced through like butter, the long sword pierced into the center of the eyebrows, penetrated the skull, and poked out from the back of the head.

[Jealousy] +100, [Anger] +300
呲~
Pulling back the sword, Zhu Haomiao gently swung the sword, shook off the brain matter on it, smiled and let out a long sigh.

Absolute power, extreme speed, bullet-time-like nerve reactions...

The enemy's movements appeared to be in slow motion in his eyes. There was no need for any fancy moves. The shortest distance between two points was a straight line. A simple thrust could easily kill them!

Somehow, Zhu Haomiao felt a sense of returning to nature.

"Fxck!!"

In the sky, seeing that her sniper failed to save her teammates, Muriel Frankel couldn't help but let out an uncontrollable roar, her bloodshot eyes filled with anger and fear that could no longer be suppressed.

In just a few minutes, one of her golden teams lost more than half of its members, while the enemy was unscathed!

Even under the protection of that damn [Tian Gang Jin], not a single speck of dirt or dust stuck to him. His bright and handsome appearance didn't look like he had experienced a brutal battle at all. Instead, he looked like a nobleman dancing at a banquet!
But what danced with him were the broken limbs and arms of his own teammates, and the splattering blood and brains...

Looking at the elegant, evil, and cruel black shadow on the ground, Muriel Frankel gritted her teeth in pain. This could no longer be called a battle, it was just a one-sided massacre!

Even though she was mentally prepared and knew that there would be a brutal life-and-death war with the Dragon's descendants, she did not expect it to be so cruel!
Just as Muriel Frankel was feeling desperate, a burly black figure rushed into the battlefield.

The giant door shield that was more than two meters high was like a thick city wall. The figure in heavy armor used his body as a shield, like a cannonball, and rushed towards Zhu Haomiao without fear.

Just as he was about to kill the dying enemy with his sword, Zhu Haomiao glanced at the huge alloy shield coming towards him. Without stopping his movements, he simply clenched his other fist and raised his hand to punch out.

Boom!
A spherical shock wave suddenly exploded, and terrifying overpressure ripples spread instantly. Even Muriel Frankel in mid-air was swayed left and right by the strong wind, and she finally managed to stabilize her body.

While on the ground, Zhu Haomiao's body swayed slightly, and the long sword in his hand was deviated a little. The sword force that was originally just intended to strangle the opponent's head ended up cutting the opponent's upper body in half diagonally.

On the other side, the warrior who had collided with him took a lunge and raised his shield, but the brutal force knocked him back uncontrollably. His two legs plowed two deep grooves on the ground, and he kept rubbing against the ground until he was more than ten meters away before he could stand still.

The overwhelming force made his arms sore and painful, his bones creaked, his internal organs were slightly injured, and a fishy-sweet taste rose in his throat.

Moving the giant shield aside, the heavily armored warrior looked at the handsome young man standing there with awe.

He tried his best to charge with shield but failed to save his comrades, and was knocked back more than ten meters by the enemy's hasty punch!

In that seemingly slender body, there is actually a power hidden that is more brutal than that of a dragon!

Swallowing the blood rising up his throat, the heavily armored warrior glanced at the twitching corpse on the ground and spoke solemnly and with awe.

"Odin's warrior, Sigurd Holmberg, the Frost Shield, sends you greetings."

On the other side, Zhu Haomiao looked at the thin layer of ice attached to the broken edge of his fist and nodded to him with interest.

"China·Zhu Haomiao."

After saying this, Zhu Haomiao turned his head slightly, looked at the figures appearing around him, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily curled up slightly.

Before I even finished my appetizers, the main course and dessert arrived...

Why is this so embarrassing?

"Britain, [White Tower Wizard] Nascimento Newman."

"Italy, [Paladin] Amber Braun."

"Waves, [Druid] Malice Farmer."

Four people led four golden teams to surround Zhu Haomiao. Even though they knew they would be beaten to a pulp next, both sides still followed the most basic etiquette of the [Ascension Tournament], exchanging names, and greeting each other.

After the hypocritical greetings, Zhu Haomiao looked around, clenched the sword in his hand, and pursed his lips in eagerness to try.

The process is over, it’s time to eat!

On the other hand, the reinforcements who had just arrived at the battlefield noticed that Zhu Haomiao's eyes not only did not show the solemn fear of being surrounded, but were instead full of joy of seeing prey. They all had an ominous premonition in their hearts.

(End of this chapter)