Chapter 402: His Majesty the World Emperor Pisel!

According to the tactical theory of sneak attack but never head-on duel, this Taekwondo master should have kicked and kicked off Matsui-kun's head without saying anything.

But he saw that the opponent had not used all his strength, and he really didn't know how strong he was, so he didn't dare...

No, it was because he was a martial arts master of a generation, kind by nature, and couldn't bear to sneak attack, so he just showed his position directly!

Matsui might be timid on weekdays, but today he was also sent food and momentum by the little Karami downstairs, and he was not afraid at all.

"Heh, arrogant Silla people, let's fight!"

-No matter who you are, take my shot first!

However, they are both level 30, compared to him, an ordinary person who relies on others to get experience, the [Tajianghu] has a black belt wrapped around his waist after all.

Therefore, in the next second, his gun head was dodged by a swift flash, and then raised his leg from bottom to top and kicked.

This high kick with strong wind was too fierce. Even though Matsui protected his cheek with his arm at the last moment, he was still kicked out.

"Uh~~~ (miserable)"

He used his body to smash down five wooden cabinets before he stopped. A faint sound came from the scattered clothes.

"I'm fine!"

It was Tajianghu's turn to be in high spirits. He stood with his hands behind his back and said proudly.

"Stupid Japanese people, is this all you can do!"

In order to show his prestige, he also picked up the Jumonji gun that fell to the side with his toes, grabbed it with both hands, and wanted to break it with his knees.

"Hey!"

...

Trembling and putting down his legs, he stuck the Jumonji gun into the ground as a crutch.

He tried to hold a fierce look and shouted as if he was venting something.

"Good! It's a magic weapon!"

Are you the judge invited by the program team? Do you need to evaluate whether my gun is good or not?

Shan Shang was immediately furious. He spent a lot of money to have this thing customized by the dwarf master Wilmo, and it was considered his backup weapon.

So he took a step forward, pointed at Tajianghu's nose and started to curse.

"You stole my things, right? Are you a thief?"

This sentence was undoubtedly hurtful and insulting. Tajianghu was also anxious and waved his hand vigorously.

"Steal? Don't slander me, I have never stolen other people's things! On the contrary, you like to find a reason to break into other people's homes. You are a thief!"

"Wow, you are really shameless!"

"Okay, stop arguing, there is no result in arguing like this!"

Seeing that the two began to accuse each other and had no intention of stopping, Ji Ming, as a bystander, couldn't stand it anymore and hurriedly stood up to stop the fight.

"I see that you are all very anxious. How about this, don't be anxious, why don't you just fight here, whoever wins is right!"

[Ah? Savior, what kind of fight are you trying to start? The best way to resolve a quarrel is to let them fight directly, right? 】

Tajianghu is an adult after all. He has seen a lot of storms and waves, so he will not be so easily provoked by Ji Ming.

But isn't this a coincidence? The hot-blooded young man will meet on the mountain, so before Brother Hu had time to accuse Ji Ming of evil intentions, he saw the masked boy draw out the double swords on his back.

"The descendant of the Yamashita family, please teach me!"

"Tsk, what a stinky boy!"

It is true that he is cautious, but the strong have the confidence and arrogance of the strong.

——We are all great gods in the Yangyue field and the best players. Why should I be inferior to you!

"You like to fight, right? Then don't blame your uncle for bullying the weak!"

So driven by this state of mind, Tajianghu, in the light yellow aura, fearlessly fought with his fists and feet and the weapons on the mountain.

There is no need to say much about Shan Shang's skills. Since he can lead his friends to the 30th level, his martial arts skills are not in vain.

These two samurai swords are played very beautifully. Whether it is the attack and defense conversion or the same attack and return, the movements are chic and neat, and occasionally there are many small surprises and ingenuity.

But these are actually within Ji Ming's expectations. What surprised him more was the stepping tiger that looked a bit too stereotyped.

With this dress and appearance, he is not a clown-like funny role, but a martial artist with two brushes.

And he is said to be a Taekwondo master. In fact, his movements are mixed with many elements of other martial arts. At least such skilled hand skills are definitely not original.

If this is simply defined as "stealing", it may be biased. In fact, it should be called "integration", which is the result of martial artists' long-term training on the road of seeking.

So...

Aren't all the people of Silla soldiers? Why is such a great talent working for a black king who has nothing to do with it?

While Ji Ming was thinking, the two had fought from the stairs to the upper platform, and then slowly returned to the stairs in the fierce battle.

During the collision, Tajianghu's protective qi became thinner, and Shanshang's hands began to tremble uncontrollably under the influence of the dark energy.

Both sides were already on the verge of their limits. If they continued to fight, either our state would decline and we would lose a thousand miles, or we would force the opponent to reveal his trump card and start a second round of hard fighting.

If it was a simple martial arts exchange, it didn't matter either way, and it could even hone themselves more, but now they were fighting, and they didn't want to see either of these two things.

So after fighting for a while, both sides hit hard at the same time, and then took the opportunity to distance themselves from each other.

Shan Shang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. During the fight, he was hit in the chest by Ta Jiang Hu, and even his armor was hit with an obvious mark.

There was a palm-long bloody wound on Ta Jiang Hu's back, which was the mark that he was unable to dodge and was almost cut off by Shan Shang's powerful knife.

Their strength was obviously evenly matched. Just when Ji Ming was wondering whether they were going to use a special move to decide the outcome, Shan Shang turned his head with determination in his eyes.

"Wai Shujun, the situation is urgent now, let's kill him (emphasis)!"

Ji Ming: ? ? ?

So you are not stupid, I thought you were really going to fight to the end!

And Ta Jiang Hu saw that this Japanese ninja was playing dirty tricks when he couldn't win, and he was actually planning to beat him up for justice. Of course, he couldn't suffer this loss, so he raised his breath and roared to the sky.

"Sen Zan! Iris! How long do you want to watch the show?"

However, in the next second, a thunderous roar came from above everyone's head.

Then there was a great shock that almost collapsed the entire tower. A dark figure actually smashed the ceiling made of stone bricks and fell heavily on this floor.

Considering that many people in Gaul today have dark skin, at least Iris is relatively white, so this man should be the so-called Sen Zan.

And judging from the colorful feather decorations and painted patterns on his body, he is probably a warrior from Africa.

So, why did [Sen Zan], who is as famous as Iris, fall to the ground in a panic as soon as he appeared?

"Don't shout, I'm throwing myself... No, I'm jumping back!"

Iris, who was happy to be the sixth child, went down the stairs to this floor with a smug look on her face, but suddenly closed her mouth.

Because this 24-year-old, 1.8-meter-tall Sen Zan is also a king of fall resistance. He clearly suffered such a heavy blow, but he didn't die on the spot.

Instead, he staggered up from the cracked ground with a tooth-grinding bone sound.

He pried his chin back with his bare hands, picked up his spear and shield, and cursed with red eyes.

"Iris, you damn traitor!"

Unfortunately, Iris was not moved by his words at all, and she spread her hands indifferently.

"Don't look at me like that, I haven't signed a contract with His Majesty Pisel yet, remember, I'm still in the probation period, and I agreed that I can withdraw at any time."

But Sen Zan obviously didn't want to reason with him. Brother Zaun was possessed, and he just cursed with his mouth open.

"I knew we couldn't trust the Gauls. Your integrity is as fake as your backbone!"

"That's not as good as you. A big, strong man has to kowtow to others every day. He claims to be brave, but what have you protected!"

"You!"

It's a pity that although Sen Zan became the captain of the emperor's personal guard with his amazing martial arts talent, he is essentially an illiterate who has dropped out of prenatal education and has a vocabulary that can be compared to burning books and burying scholars.

So even if he occupies the word "reason", he was still given a face by the infinite sophistry of Iris... His face was dark and his neck was thick.

As a top student, Iris seemed to enjoy the feeling of bullying a fool. She stroked the round hilt of the sword at her waist and let out a series of giggles.

"Nothing to say! I didn't even ask you for my salary for yesterday, and you... uh!"

However, when he said this, Iris's victory declaration suddenly stopped. Looking at the circle of black air that suddenly appeared and tightly wrapped around his neck, everyone in the field changed their faces.

And it wasn't just this that shocked them. It might be the intuition that martial artists get after training. They also sensed a disgusting breath approaching rapidly.

Plop!

Without hesitation, Senzan, who had been roaring just now, suddenly knelt on the ground, as pious and respectful as a believer who had seen the true God.

Accumulate power!

"Oh~~~"

Explode!

"My great father! The benefactor of the Zulus! The protector of the church! The ruler of power! The most powerful witch in history! The dark god! The undefeated hero! The brave anti-colonialist... Please let me kneel down and pray to you! Jean Pisser Joseph Kaka, the one-in-a-million emperor of the world!"

My grandmother said that I would drop out of prenatal education! This title is so long that I have to omit a paragraph to get rid of the suspicion of water words. Are you sure this thing is a running mouth that illiterate people can remember! ?

... Senzan, he just calls himself everyone's father. You are not really filial to engrave all these in your mind, right?

But no matter how he complained, as he chanted like a spell, a pair of eyes and a pair of white teeth really appeared behind Iris.

In the anger that was about to overflow from his eyes, his teeth opened and closed.

"Iris Temple! You damned traitor! How dare you disobey the great world emperor!"

Iris wanted to speak, wanted to struggle, but this curse was too fierce. It looked like smoke and cloud, but it completely controlled him.

And although this black emperor looked outrageous, the surging magic fluctuations could not be faked. Iris, who had no way to avoid it, was blown away by a powerful magic bombardment.

If the ancestors in his body hadn't acted in time, flew to protect his grandson, and used a counter-shock spell to help him rest his strength, he would have probably rushed through the wall directly, performing a good show of flying in the air.

It was just a pity for poor Matsui. He had just used two bottles of healing potions to restore his ability to move and sat up with difficulty, but was hit back by something coming towards him.

After defeating the traitor personally, the world emperor Pisel who was hiding in the darkness also walked into the light.

...It must be said that he is really dark. Even if it is so bright, it is still difficult to see how his facial lines are.

And maybe because he really wants to be the eternal world emperor of all directions, the outfit on Pikaka is really outrageous.

Looking around, the royal defense is broken, and the king's scepter changes hands; Gaul exclaims and reappears with the crown; Jing Luo is furious, wearing a golden crown; Huaxia is difficult to hold, and his hands are playing with the double dragon gem.

In short, he put on all the clothes and accessories that can or cannot be associated with the word "power" in the world.

Just like an RPG player who values ​​strength above all else, he only asks for a high enough value and a strong enough effect. Even if it is a full set of women's clothing, he dares to put it on!

In any case, this does not prevent him from raising his voice and ordering everyone like a awakened dragon.

"Little invaders, kneel down! The merciful emperor can spare your life!"

As for why Pisel can have such powerful power and a set of equipment that really has a bonus effect, it is because of an eternal truth-krypton is invincible.

Although theoretically speaking, "Two Moons' Struggle" does not have any built-in paid content, as the saying goes, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and money can make the devil push the mill.

Since Howard could rely on real money to hire a group of players to help them watch the scene during the internal test, now that the public test has started, of course, he can obtain more resources through money transactions.

Therefore, in a short period of time, the trading business between the two worlds has expanded to the point where hiring players and purchasing equipment is no longer a thing. In the corners that Ji Ming doesn't bother to care about, the real currency is even about to have an exchange rate with the Yangyue currency.

Therefore, Pikaka, who has accumulated a lot of wealth through various means of robbery and feels hopeless in reality, put all the money he has collected into "The Struggle of Two Moons", intending to dominate the other world, unify Yangyue, and reach the peak of his life.

What? You say that as a monarch of a small African country, even if he squeezes the poor people to death, his financial resources are not as good as Mr. Park of the universe's great power Silla, and he is far inferior to Howard, the second generation of the old money of the White Eagle. Why can he still be so confident?

Nonsense! Normal people...

Look at him, can a normal person buy himself such a set of clothes?

——Your Majesty is dreaming, children, be quiet!