Like what?" Kasa asked.
"Nothing. By the way, where is your Edward? If he doesn't show up, how will this scene end?" The girl seemed not to want to say more on that topic and quickly returned to the main topic.
"I don't know either. He said he would come. Maybe something happened to him? Otherwise, he would definitely not break his promise." Kassa said with some concern.
"Don't worry, Edward doesn't look like a stunted person. He shouldn't be so unlucky as to have an accident." The girl patted Kassa carelessly to express her comfort, and this was her way of comforting her.
"I hope so," Kassa said with a smile.
"Let's watch the show. It's actually very interesting to see these men fighting for you to death. However, they don't know that you won't choose any of them, even if they have to fight to the death." The girl once again turned her gaze to the field and to Ye Lang.
It's not just because Ye Lang looks very much like someone in her mind, but also because Ye Lang is now the core of the incident. Who else can she look at if not him?
"Wensike, an eighth-level human warrior with wind attribute, please give me your guidance." A graceful young man walked towards Ye Lang, saluted Ye Lang, then drew his sword and announced his strength.
"An eighth-rank warrior? I never thought there would be such a master in this generation. This Wensk seems to have a bright future."
The appearance of the eighth-level warrior surprised everyone present. Although there were many sixth- and seventh-level warriors among this group of noble young men, there was only one eighth-level warrior.
Although there was only a difference of one number, the difference in strength could not be summarized by just this number. "He was fighting and still telling others about his strength. What a fool!" Everyone was waiting for Ye Lang's reply, but they did not expect to receive such a disdainful remark.
“…”
"Since you are such a fool, I will let you make the first move." Ye Lang smiled at the eighth-level warrior Wen Sike, as if he didn't care at all.
Could it be that he is so confident because he has a strength above level eight?
"Then I won't be polite." Wensike was not polite to Ye Lang. He understood the principle of seizing the initiative very well. He knew that in a battle, one must take the initiative.
Wensike swung his sword, and the sword glowed with a faint light. A visible air blade appeared in the air and flew towards Ye Lang.
It is sometimes necessary to use fighting skills to test the enemy's strength first, because this way you don't have to get close to the enemy and can minimize accidents. When the fighting spirit came, Ye Lang turned around and dodged the air blade very gorgeously. After the air blade flew past Ye Lang, it quickly hit a street lamp behind him. As a result, the street lamp was scrapped and split in half.
This made people gasp. It seemed that this most basic wind-type fighting skill should not be underestimated. If hit, your life would be in danger. And this was not limited to the wind-type, the others could be used in the same way.
People who can use advanced skills cannot be considered true masters. Real masters should be able to use those ordinary skills to extraordinary effect. "Fortunately, my skills are still strong." Ye Lang patted his chest, seeming a little scared, but in the eyes of everyone, it seemed like he was teasing his opponent.
Wensike frowned, and then continued to use the same moves, only because Ye Lang's actions just now did not use any fighting spirit, so he could not tell the real from the fake.
"Come on, I'll dance..."
Ye Lang was jumping around in the wind blades as if he was playing a game, but he didn't hit anything at all, and he seemed to be having a lot of fun.
He even accidentally gave the backup to Wensk.
"Watch this!" In this situation, Wenske naturally wanted to seize this flaw and approach Ye Lang as quickly as possible. He was about to get close to Ye Lang and subdue him.
Hey, what is this?
Wensike suddenly found a tool under his feet. It was round and flat, like an iron plate. It seemed that Ye Lang had accidentally dropped it just now.
And now, Wensk just stepped on this tool
The iron plate emitted a mysterious light, and an extremely complex alchemical array emerged...
Oh no, this must be an alchemical bomb
"boom"
When Wenske discovered the problem, it was too late. He was still hit by the bomb. Fortunately, he was a master and was able to avoid the vital parts. He only suffered some minor skin injuries. But the effect of Ye Lang's bomb was not so easily offset. Wenske was blown away and his body was unable to move independently for a while.
"Hehe..." Ye Lang laughed, took out his alchemical cannon, and fired at Wensk.
"Damn, this is so embarrassing..." Wenske said this as he looked at the flash of the alchemical cannon, and then he was blown away by the flash and fell unconscious. "Deal with one," Ye Lang said nonchalantly while holding the alchemical cannon.
At this time, everyone nearby was stunned. They looked at Ye Lang for a long time without making any move. When they saw Ye Lang take out the alchemical cannon, everyone was stunned and thought to themselves, what kind of tool is this? What kind of weapon is this?
As a result, seeing the power of this alchemical cannon, they were even more stunned...
And it was too surprising that an eighth-level master was defeated so easily. No one would have thought of this result beforehand.
However, no one would think that Ye Lang was very strong. They would only think that Ye Lang was even more despicable. The alchemical bombs and alchemical cannons just now were all unexpected attacks that made it difficult to defend against them. If Wensk had known about this beforehand, the outcome of the battle might have been completely different. "Despicable! You actually used alchemical weapons!"
After realizing what was happening, everyone denounced Ye Lang, including the young girl Feifei. She felt unhappy just looking at Ye Lang's face and wanted to hit him.
Ye Lang remained calm in the face of these condemnations. He said one sentence, which silenced everyone and no longer raised any objections to his use of alchemical weapons.
Ye Lang's words are——
"I'm an alchemist, if I don't need alchemical weapons, what do I need?"
“…”
Everyone fell silent. If what Ye Lang said was true, then there was absolutely no problem. Alchemists used alchemical weapons, but they were not good at martial arts or magic. What they were good at was their alchemy.
But, is this person in front of me really an alchemist?
Everyone expressed doubts about this
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