Mystery: The Star Key

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

As soon as this idea came into existence, Igna shivered, and immediately slapped himself fiercely.

"Snapped--"

A crisp sound echoed in the field.

This inexplicable slap made the call signs echoing in the field for a moment forbid.

The next moment, the audience burst into laughter. Even the boxers standing in the other three corners were laughing.

Only No. 247 showed an angry look.

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

But Igna bit the tip of his tongue regardless of the pain, and used the pain to force himself to calm down.

"My state is not right." Igna realized this very clearly again.

Very wrong.

His anomaly is not just ignoring some things.

What's even more bizarre is that at this moment, he actually felt a desire to see blood, and he thought it was reasonable to hurt people in the underground boxing ring. He actually felt that an Extraordinary could use his abilities to cause harm to others.

What caused this change? Why is this happening?

Moreover, why did he slap himself directly in the face without even thinking about it, when he obviously had other more subtle ways to stop himself?

This is too impulsive and too unreasonable.

Igna wanted to know the answers to these anomalies, but No. 247 would not give him such a chance.

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

Through such "challenges", it is possible to turn the situation of three-on-one into one-on-one under certain circumstances.

However, the act of slapping himself just now changed the situation. His challenge to the bald head has turned into a provocation and a declaration of war.

If it was said that the bald head planned to let him go 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 be completely different because of the bald head's first attack.

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

He had to come up with other, new, solutions as quickly as possible to the situation.

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No. 247 sneered as No. 1412 approached.

He could see that this No. 1412 had probably learned some fighting skills, and he didn't look like he was inexperienced as he looked.

But what does it matter? In this field, who else is his opponent?

However, it was such a flawed person that the weak dared to provoke him.

Unforgivable.

Unforgivable.

Unforgivable.

Originally, as long as he knelt down and begged for mercy, the bald head might spare his life, and he would strike lightly to make his death more pleasant.

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

As soon as the bald head's thoughts moved, his body immediately moved, and he was full of energy and directly threw his fist at No. 1412.

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"Sa—"

No. 247's fist, with strong wind, rushed forward and attacked Ignatius' right abdomen.

Looking at the state of the bald head, Igna was already prepared for this. He dexterously turned sideways and avoided the fist of No. 247. At the same time, he also thought of the 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, the bald head is obviously also a good combatant, although he was surprised by Igna's dexterous dodge. But he quickly put aside his surprise, then twisted his body, and then threw another punch to Igna's side.

But in such a situation, there is no way to hit Igna.

Under the training of Instructor Hugh Dilza, Igna was a very good "apprentice knight".

What's more, the fist before the bald head was empty, and part of his body was already out of his control.

As someone who has received specialized combat training, Igna certainly will not miss such an opportunity.

He bent his elbows and rammed directly into the back of No. 247.

The movements were fast and fierce. In order to achieve the expected effect, Igna did not withdraw any strength at this moment.

"Sa—" Igna's blow also brought wind.

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

His eyes widened, and he didn't know where to find a trace of strength, so he let himself move a bit and let his back dodge Igna's attack.

"Crack—"

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

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

"Kill him, kill him, kill him."

"Kill him, kill him, kill him."

"Kill him, kill him, kill him."

The tidy cry sounded again, and it was more enthusiastic, more tyrannical, and more bloodthirsty than before.

Ignatius was shouted by such a cry, and violent thoughts began to fill his mind.

It's okay to see blood, it's okay to just smash his spine, it's okay to listen to his screams...

It's okay to kill him...

Ignatius snapped the tip of his tongue, letting the pain wake him up.

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

Of course, it was impossible for such an unruly attack to hit Igna, and Igna could even judge the attack distance of this bald head.

Wanting to kill this bald head is very easy.

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

"Magic".

This is a simple illusion trick, which makes the surrounding flames sway in an instant, and becomes dim in an instant.

And, within the environment, he used the zenith as the sound source to make a momentary sound, this time Ignat made an ominous whisper.

No one can understand what Ignatsen's language means.

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

These barbarians seem to finally realize a trace of fear.

Igna took advantage of this time to complete the prediction of the bald head's attack, and at the same time used the power of the bald head to give the bald head No. 247 a "gentle" elbow.

Not to death, but enough to make you stunned.

"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 head lying at the feet of Igna, who didn't know if he was alive or dead, and the contestants who were shivering in the other three corners.

"No. 1412, No. 1412, No. 1412."

"No. 1412, No. 1412, No. 1412."

"No. 1412, No. 1412, No. 1412."

At this moment, another neat call rang out from the sidelines.

Igna was silent.

He looked at the long-haired No. 683 who didn't know if 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.

"Thaumic."

At the same time, Igna is still continuing to implement the strategy that he came up with.

Every time he took a step, the flames in the scene flickered.

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

But this No. 683 seemed to have some reason for not being able to surrender, even if the two were fighting, they clenched their fists.

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

When he got close, he was able to confirm that No. 683's medium-length hair could see his eyes clearly, and others would not notice, and he again showed a "little miracle".

He changed the appearance of his eyes, and with the ear side of No. 683 as the source, he whispered again.

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Looking at No. 1412, who was gradually approaching him, No. 683 had completely lost his fighting spirit.

However, he could not back down, beg for mercy, or surrender. If he surrendered in this game, he would have no chance of promotion in the Normans party.

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

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

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

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

No. 683 wanted to persevere, but he stared at the eyes of the person in front of him, slowly turning into vertical pupils.

Those are a pair of golden eyes, belonging to cold-blooded animals, without any emotion.

At this moment, No. 1412 seems to have regained his true nature, revealing his original appearance.

Devil... he must be a devil! !

No. 683 is absolutely certain! !

"Kneel, or, die."

An ominous whisper sounded in No. 683's ear, so close at hand, it was almost as if a demon was licking his auricle.

The voice was full of filth and malice.

No. 683 immediately fell to the ground, touched the ground with his forehead, trembling and tore off the number plate on his chest.

In this arena, this represents a complete admission of defeat and entrusting your "life" to others for safekeeping.

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When Igna saw No. 683 and the two thin people kneeling in unison ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ he breathed a sigh of relief and released the thaumaturgy.

It worked.

The tactic of making everyone surrender, creating a deterrent, and preventing people from discovering that they are Beyonders, succeeded.

After completing the predetermined plan, Igna also looked at the previous box 1412. He saw the captain who was sitting there and nodded to him with a serious expression.

mission completed.

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It turns out that I don't know much about the tricks of the master juggler. Always thought he was the kind of juggler in our country. It is conjuring, Chinese magic. Or the little fireballs and little lightning bolts at the circus birthday party.

Until I played DND for the first time.

Running group, eternal god!

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Besides, as the fight in the underground ring came to an end, I couldn't help but beep. I've always felt like I'm a better fighting writer (there was a plan to write a fight-focused article).

To tell you the truth, I wrote this story about the underground boxing ring quite smoothly. I used to write about wits and outsmarts. I haven’t written about fights for a long time. Have you forgotten that I still write about fights hahaha. (Okay, don't tell me if it's written like that, let me intoxicate myself (hey)

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