Chapter 415: Fist of Fury, Spiral Magic Sword

Fist of Fury.

A demonic ritual object in the shape of a boxing glove.

Yeats returned to Sapphire Manor, took off his disguise, weighed the gloves in his hand, and marveled at how easy it was to get this gift.

"With just a little trick, I got such an important treasure!"

The little red squirrel stood at the desk and praised seriously, "It's worthy of us two!"

This time, you didn’t contribute any credit at all!

Yeats did not bother with the shameless drill and carefully placed the gloves in a wooden box.

Take a closer look.

The "Fist of Fury" seemed to be made of the leather of some kind of fire elemental monster. The surface of the boxing gloves was covered with dark red lines, and red light flickered in the lines, like magma, emitting a red glow in the dim box, and even the wooden box became hot.

"It's made of the hide of a hellhound."

Mammon had a sharp eye and could tell what material this ritual vessel was made of.

"Although they are not as big as the big guy guarding the underworld, the hellhounds are also very troublesome. They live in the craters of the erupting volcanoes of hell. The furious demon god sacrificed a lot of labor to catch them."

"Put on your gloves, won't this punch unleash hellfire?"

Ye Zhi is full of middle school feeling, and he really likes this red weapon that is commonly seen in the hot-blooded and fire-themed protagonists. It feels like it combines violence and aesthetics.

Wouldn't it be better to use the red form from the beginning? ·JPGThe black cat rolled his eyes, seeming a little speechless about Ye Zhi's childishness.

"Is it a rare thing to cast the Hellfire? Don't forget that your Flame of Judgment is essentially sulfur fire, which is the same as the Hellfire."

Ye Zhi said: "I understand this. Our enemies and I share the same origin."

What do you know?

Mammon shook his cat head, not wanting to be misled by Ye Zhi, and continued, "Look at the knuckles of the boxing gloves. The metal-like parts inlaid there are actually scales of lava dragons. After being tempered by the earth's fire, they are both hard and sharp."

Ye Zhi looked in the direction he was looking and indeed saw the bulge on the boxing gloves.

Much like brass knuckles.

Ye Zhi thought that when he clenched his fist and swung it, the dragon scales on the outside of the gloves could act as a sharp edge, similar to the principle of brass knuckles.

"The Rage Demon cursed this pair of gloves. When you put on the gloves, your mind will be filled with anger and the desire to kill." Mammon said, "But this is also a necessary process to master this rage. Ye Zhi, you can try it now!"

"Are you sure there's no danger?"

"I'm here, hurry up!"

With the familiar contract in place, if something happens to me, the black cat will also be in trouble. At least for now, it won't harm me.

Yeats took the gloves out of the wooden box.

As soon as he touched it, a burning sensation was transmitted from his fingertips. The temperature was nearly a thousand degrees Celsius. Ye Zhi had no choice but to activate the moonlight fighting spirit to resolve it.

After holding it in his hand and observing it for a while, Ye Zhi first put his five fingers into one of the gloves.

Boom! Ye Zhi seemed to be able to hear the roar of the blood in his body.

Anger, hatred, roaring, wild and violent desires burned like flames in the chest, the pounding heart was like a bursting drumbeat, and the hot blood spurted out and was transported to every part of the body.

Buzz.

Veins in Ye Zhi's temples were throbbing wildly, and his face had already turned red, then quickly turned from red to purple. He said in a hoarse voice: "This thing... is it so powerful?"

“This is normal.”

Mammon said calmly: "You have only absorbed a part of the rage power, which is not bad. The rage demon god is purple all over... like a purple potato."

"What you need to do now is to endure this force." Mammon's tone softened. "If you really can't hold on any longer, pull your hand out and try again later!"

Are you kidding? How can it not work in one try?

Ye Zhi tried his best to maintain his breathing rate, trying to adapt his body to this violent force, but the feeling of congestion in the brain was very uncomfortable, so Ye Zhi called out the panel and whispered: "Panel, help me!"

In an instant.

A cool feeling rose from his chest and quickly spread to his limbs, extinguishing Ye Zhi's boiling fighting spirit like a fire.

Under Mammon's surprised gaze, Ye Zhi's face returned to normal and his tense body quickly relaxed.

How could he absorb the power of rage so quickly? Mammon thought, it seems that Ye Zhi really has an extraordinary talent in enduring divinity.

No wonder he was chosen by so many goddesses...

His body simply does not reject any divinity that comes its way!

Mammon praised Yeats' physique.

This kind of physique that is not afraid of divine conflict is really greedy, and Mammon admires it very much! "Huh——"

Ye Zhi exhaled slowly and listened to the cold mechanical sound in his ears.

"You have obtained the Broken Law: Rage!"

The laws are difficult to describe accurately, and are generally related to the areas that the gods are responsible for.

In Yeats's view, this is similar to the existence of "Tao fruit" in the novels about cultivating immortals.

Each law is unique and imbued with the deity's own unique divinity.

Ye Zhi gazed into the soul realm and indeed found an emblem of an angry demon, which looked like a Jingguan made of piled up skulls.

"Using the Fist of Rage together with the Law of Rage, I can deal considerable damage with my bare hands."

Ye Zhi thought to himself, "In close combat, this furious force is extremely useful. While the pain sensation decreases, the reaction speed, endurance, and arm strength will all be improved. However, there will be a period of weakness afterwards..."

The weak period is not a big problem, you can make up for it by eating better. Besides, the thing that Ye Zhi’s family has the most is medicine.

Medicinal food is also medicine! "In my opinion, the Fist of Fury is more powerful than the Blood King's Spear." Mammon commented, "But you are a bard, I'm afraid you won't be able to use this magic weapon many times..."

"What happened to the bard?"

Ye Zhi clenched his fists and said proudly in front of Xiaomaomao:

"As a bard, it only makes sense for him to master boxing!"

Mammon's eyes were complicated.

How can I describe this situation... In the words of Yeats...

Part-time poet! Poet's grip!

Compared with the process of contracting Behemoth and subduing Mammon, the process of obtaining the Ritual of Rage was much easier...Ye Zhi was calculating the remaining rituals in his heart.

Currently, he already has the four ritual vessels of "Rage", "Gluttony", "Envy" and "Greed". He also needs to collect "Pride", "Lust" and "Sloth" so that he can recast the Ring of the Nibelung and use the power of the Ring of the Nibelung to reach the Holy Land.

The "Lust" Ritual is a necklace that increases your charm, while the "Sloth" Ritual is a cloak of invisibility.

As for the Morning Star Diamond, which symbolizes "arrogance", it has been stolen by Lady Black Rose. Yeats speculated that the relationship between her and Louis would be revealed when Abaddon, the Nightmare, was killed and the nightmare that troubled Louis was resolved...

"For now, let's win the Duel Tournament and get the golden sword 'Giuvayus'..."

Ye Zhi thought to himself, "Give this to the King of the Wild Hunt, and he promised to pass on the blessing of the Wild Armor to me."

"Both Crazy Armor and Rage Power are short-term explosive abilities. When combined, they can give me an advantage even in a Sanctuary-level battle. They'll be enough for me to use for a long time..."

According to the grouping, the next opponent in the semi-finals is the Orc Swordmaster.

"I feel like he's a tough guy, so I'll just go for it, dance with the rhythm of the lyre, and control him..." Ye Zhi murmured.

Diamond sighed.

It's really uncomfortable to fight against a bard. Not only will you be tempted, taunted, and hypnotized, but you will also have to dance in public and make a fool of yourself! ...

After Yeats stole the Ritual of Wrath, the Mist believers who remained in the forest cried out that they had been deceived.

This colleague is simply not a human being!

How dare you disguise yourself as the Mist Goddess to commit fraud!

The masked man gritted his teeth.

Isn't he afraid of divine punishment? ! Fortunately, he deceived two six-ring masters this time... The masked man fled in a panic, looking back at the two auras chasing him, and comforted himself in his heart.

——I followed the way of the mist! It was worth dying for! Boom! Atas's fist came from behind, engulfing the flying masked man and killing him on the spot.

Violet, who was disguised as an old man in a gray robe, called him a reckless man in her heart.

Now the clue is gone! How can we find the real culprit?

There is no point in staying here any longer, Violet sighed in her heart. It is a pity that Duke Yeats gave me such good advice, but I did not execute it well at all, and I failed to live up to his kindness!

Bang--

Violet saw that Atas was not good at illusion, so she waved her hand to create mist and escaped.

This cloud spell was not a fog spell, but an illusion created by the wind element. Violet often performed it with the Dragon Eagle King and was very skilled at it.

Atas was in the clouds and mist, unable to tell the direction. By the time he got out, the old man in gray robe had disappeared, his face gloomy and full of regret.

"Not only did we fail to find the real culprit, but we also lost the Fist of Fury for nothing!"

Atas looked grim, his chest felt blocked and he had no way to vent. He sighed heavily and slapped the big tree next to him.

boom--

Huge trees collapsed, and in the silent night, birds flew away in fright.

Atas maintained his last bit of rationality and tried to analyze: "Who has the ability to know that I have the Ritual of Rage on me?"

"If the gift I carry is lost, who will be the biggest beneficiary?"

soon.

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The figure of Hastings, the candidate for the next duel, appeared before Atas' eyes.

Atas was furious and immediately concluded that all this was instigated by Hastings, and he gritted his teeth.

"You despicable lackey of the Church, I will make you pay the price!"

…

The next day.

Roland Arena.

In the box shaded by silk curtains, the handmade sofa was covered with velvet. Yeats leaned on the sofa and looked out from the window with a wide view. He saw thousands of spectators cheering enthusiastically and the atmosphere on the scene had reached a climax.

Today is the day for the duel with Athas and Hastings.

Ye Zhi thought to himself.

In order to gain the protection of King Roland, Atas will certainly do his best at all costs, while Hastings... simply enjoys fighting.

Now that Athas has lost the Ritual of Rage, the possibility of him defeating Hastings is slim. Yeats came here mainly to see what trump card Athas can force Hastings to reveal.

On the court.

Two players faced off against each other.

Atas has glaring eyes, wears a bronze helmet, shoulder-strap leather armor with skirt armor, and holds a spear and a round shield, looking like the classic look of a Spartan gladiator.

On the other hand, Hastings was wearing a pitch-black armor and a helmet that concealed his face. He looked majestic and cold, and held a strange-looking sword with a spiral pattern in his hand.

Ye Zhi narrowed his eyes, stared at the sword, and muttered to himself: "This sword, could it be..."

The spiral magic sword, Karadboga!

Legend has it that this sword was forged by the elves of the Kingdom of God and contains the thunder of the gods!

Ding ding——

The bell rang, signaling the start of the game.

Atas roared and suddenly threw out his spear. The spear drew a sharp arc, with its sharp edge exposed, and shot straight into Hastings' chest.

At the same time, Atas charged fiercely like a bull with red eyes. The spear was not Atas's best weapon, close combat was his most powerful weapon! Hastings' breath was cold, and he stared coldly at Atas who rushed forward, with a hint of disappointment in his eyes under the helmet.

Is that all?

Clank! Hastings drew his sword.

No one could see the trajectory of the sword.

A long and narrow crack appeared in the center of the arena, and gravel flew on both sides of the crack. The sharp sword energy surged and shot towards Atas' chest.

It was just an ordinary sword strike, but it caused the entire arena to exclaim in surprise.

Violet and Collina, who are good at swordsmanship, were in the spectator seats, with different expressions.

Hastings didn't even use any combat skills, but simply relied on his ultimate understanding of swordsmanship to "cut" the ring open! The moment he was touched by the sword wind, the golden round shield in Atas's hand was instantly broken, and he couldn't even resist it for a breath!

There was an uproar around the stands, as if they had already seen the bloody scene of Atas being cut in two by the sword! However.

Atas folded his arms.

Bang! The sword hit the arm, making a clanging metallic sound.

As a burst of blood mist exploded, Atas was pushed back two steps.

He still stood firm, lowered his bloody hands, and looked as if he felt no pain at all, baring his teeth in a wild and violent smile.

"How can a mere epic weapon be better than a well-trained body!"

Suddenly, Atas let out a long roar, and his figure swept away the afterimage, approaching Hastings! "You blocked the sword energy with your arms?" Gray asked in surprise.

Yeats said: "Because he is a sports student, he can kill Hastings with a sliding tackle... probably."

Atas roared:

"Come! Fight!"

Bang! Bang! Bang! Punches, knees, legs, elbows, Atas used every offensive part of his body to the extreme. The continuous attack was like a storm, jabs, knee strikes, and leg sweeps, interweaving into a violent big net, tightly entangling Hastings!

Hastings' eyes moved slightly.

He defended slowly and leisurely, as if observing Atas' attack with interest.

"You're actually stunned!"

Atas was furious and punched out with a heavy punch, causing a sonic boom.

Bang! Hastings caught Athas's fist.

The whole audience was silent.

Atas' eyes widened in shock.

Immediately, Hastings twisted Atas's arm inch by inch like twisting a rope.

Crack, crack! Atas's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he looked at the man in black armor in disbelief.

Powerlessness and fear creep into my heart!

The man said nothing.

Boom! With one kick, Atas vomited blood, his body hunched like a shrimp, and he flew backwards more than ten meters like a cannonball and fell heavily to the ground.

Boom boom

At some point, dark clouds gathered over the arena.

Amid the dull thunder, Hastings didn't even glance at Atas, but just crossed his arms in boredom.

Ding ding——

The bell rings, heralding the victory.

Hastings left the venue directly, leaving Atas looking up bitterly at the gray sky, and then fainted.

Crash——

It's raining.

Even though he had the Fist of Fury, he couldn't change anything, but the match ended very quickly indeed.

Yeats sighed: "A heavy rain ruined Atas's dream of winning the championship."

"It's a crushing victory." Gray said seriously, "Ye Zhi, you have to be careful. You can't let that guy get so arrogant any more!"

Ye Zhi nodded and thought to himself, "Anyway, there is no drug testing in this world. I need to take some strong drugs before the final..."

"Use the legendary cooking utensil 'Arenil' to stew the epic 'Hydra's Tail'. Your physical strength and recovery will increase dramatically!"

Thinking of this, Ye Zhi looked in the direction of the Food Association and thought to himself:

"After the next game, we need to go to the Food Tower again..."

(End of this chapter)