I Will Be The Crowned King

"We have guests."

On the second floor of the party hall, there were several guests sitting around a round table full of delicious food and fine wine. Their clothes were as noble as the delicacies on the table.

They smoked briar pipes and played with walking sticks not often found in the inner city, conversing with each other as they watched what was going on in the halls below.

While they were talking, Anson in the fence had already brought down the fourth strong man who challenged, and with a swish of cheers, made the opponent lie down in a circle.

"This is a conjurer, and it seems to be at least close to the third-order level." A middle-aged man touching a black soft hat said, his eyes never took off from An Sen:

"I found out as soon as he started - such a good sense of distance can only be found by conjurers. The last punch of each duel is rubbed with [Rifeng], and the technique is quite skilled."

"Let him come up, or kill him?" Another handsomely dressed guy looked at the other guests and asked with anger in his tone:

"This is already the fourth one, and I'll lose a lot of money by letting him continue like this."

"That's why you can't do business, Hydra." The man sitting next to him scoffed:

"Look at this newcomer who has popped up and has attracted dice and roulette players; if you really knew business, you should have made a lot of money tonight!"

The man known as "Hydra" looked furious, and reached for the bottle with his right hand with a gold ring, but the bottle was snatched away by an old man with a soft hat and sunglasses.

"Calm down." The old man patted the furious Hydra on the shoulder, hunched his back and pointed at the person beside him:

"Let 'Cigar' finish, he still has something to say... 'Cigar' you can go on, but you have to apologize to 'Hydra' before you speak; this is his turf, and you have to respect him."

"Well, if 'Old Pocket Watch' insists on asking..."

"I insist on asking!"

"Old pocket watch" emphasized again.

"No problem! I'm sorry... bro, I shouldn't be disrespectful to you."

"Cigar" raised his hands and said sincerely to the ill-faced "Hydra": "I just think that you should have made a lot of money tonight, so it's not good to let the opportunity to make a lot of money slip away."

"What's the meaning?"

A guy smoking a low-quality cigarette came up, his eyes kept rolling back and forth among the other people, looking like a thief.

"It means that this guy has become a dark horse, 'whisper' my dear good brother." "Cigar" who turned his head grinned:

"Look at the idiots below, they must have started to put their money on this name... What's it called?"

"Anson Bach."

"Hydra" with a low voice said coldly.

"Anson Bach!"

With a "Clap!", "Cigar" snapped his fingers:

"They must have thought they had good luck and met a ruthless character who likes to smash games; at this time, as long as he keeps winning, the fools will get carried away, no matter how much money they win, they will continue to smash!"

"Wait until the end, another person will stand up and defeat him. No matter how much money he won before, he will spit it out cleanly, and a piece of copper will go into the pocket of my good brother 'Hydra'!"

The suddenly realized "Whisper" nodded again and again, and the "Old Pocket Watch" beside him laughed.

The tense atmosphere was fleeting.

"So..." The guy with the black soft hat looked at everyone:

"Who's going?"

The people at the table were either laughing, or playful, or indifferent, or shrank their necks, or looked at each other indifferently.

Very tacit understanding no one speaks.

The silence lasted for a minute, and Hydra stood up and snorted coldly, then turned and left the table.

"Clap clap clap..."

The crisp applause rang out, and the grinning "Cigar" clapped; the shrugging "Whisper" also smiled and clapped, and then found other people squinting at him, embarrassed at a loss.

"This is the territory of the 'hydra', and he should handle the matter." The "Old Pocket Watch" who spoke silently said solemnly:

"Unless someone is dead, I advise everyone to stay out of it."

"I agree!"

The "Whisper" who resolutely raised his hand was the first to raise his hand.

"I don't mind either."

"Cigar" spread his hands and looked at the middle-aged man wearing a black soft hat: "You shouldn't have any opinion, 'Rifle', your relationship with 'Hydra' is closer than any of us!"

"I only care about two things."

"Rifle", who was holding his hat, wiped his right hand eating fried chicken with a tablecloth, and raised his wine glass: "First, what is this guy called 'Anson Bach', and where did he come from."

"Second, how far can he push my old buddy 'Hydra' - if this guy is real, he's not ordinary scary, if he's serious, the old butcher in the slaughterhouse can be scared to pee!"

 …

"I can't sit still anymore..."

The image of the dining table on the second floor not far away was reflected in his mind. An Sen raised his right knee with the corners of his mouth raised, and took a straight half step back. The big punch of the sandbag that was rushing towards him wiped it from the tip of his nose.

"boom!"

Without warning, the straight kick hit the belly of the strong man, and the stout body pulled back with both feet, and the sound of "Boom!" smashed the guardrail on the back, and even the surrounding audience suffered.

But this little "interlude" not only failed to break the atmosphere of the scene, but made these people even more excited and screamed; there seemed to be a devil hidden in the narrow and hot hall, trapping all the people in it. Carnival, can not extricate themselves.

"Ahhh!"

The strong man roared like a wounded bull, and the water vapor exuding white mist spurted out of his nostrils, wiped his nose amid the strange screams and shouts of the surrounding crowd, and rushed towards Anson again.

This guy is almost the "hardest" opponent Anson has ever encountered so far. The first four will lose his combat effectiveness with just one hit of [Sharp Wind], but he seems to have just scratched his skin.

Of course, the premise is that the weakened version of [Rifeng] - the full version of Anson has tried it on the Guards Killer, and can smash ribs and internal organs with one punch.

The restless screams and roars rang in his ears, and he looked at An Sen who was rushing towards him and began to count the seconds. At the same time, he clasped his hands and placed his fingers in front of him.

"call-"

At the moment when the two bodies were about to touch, Anson, with his left foot as the pivot, suddenly turned around, letting the strong man behind him perfectly like a revolving door.

The brawny man with a flash in front of him immediately realized the problem. The **** back made him instinctively slow down and turned his head to look behind him.

Immediately afterwards, he saw a pair of hands slammed from top to bottom, clasping his neck.

In the next second, all the frenzied eyes in the cheering hall saw this scene: the strong man more than two meters tall was dragged by the neck of a thin figure, drawing a perfect curve in the air.

Like an upside-down pendulum.

"Boom!"

The stout body fell heavily, and the entire hall shook with this loud noise, and the blasted dust enveloped the guardrail of less than 20 square meters.

The whole hall was quiet.

After a while, the smoke screen dissipated, and the strong man whose eyes were out of focus was foaming at the mouth and lying at An Sen's feet with slight twitching.

In an instant, the crowd erupted into cheers ten times crazier than before!

"Anson Bach! Anson Bach! Anson Bach!..."

The carnival crowd shouted his name hoarsely, and the cold wine and dry tobacco seemed to evaporate in this hot and sultry atmosphere, emitting psychedelic smoke and intoxicating alcohol into the air, filling every room. between one's breaths.

The clown standing on the high platform also danced happily, using various messy and unclear gestures to heat up the heated atmosphere in the hall. Call.

Standing in this doomsday carnival-like atmosphere, the smiling Anson put his hands in his pockets naturally, waiting for a guy hiding in the crowd to appear.

The next second, the corner of Anson's mouth rose.

"clang!"

The whirling dagger brushed across his cheek, the rusted blade pierced the wooden planks of the fence behind him, and there was a scream from the crowd.

The gorgeously dressed man smashed through the crowd in front of him, stepped into the fence through the breach destroyed by the strong man, and stared at Anson's every move with narrowed eyes:

"Why don't you hide?"

A smiling Anson shrugged:

"Why hide?"

The man smiled - but that grim smile, anyone with a discerning eye knew that it had absolutely nothing to do with "happiness".

"Everyone, your luck today is really good!"

The clown on the high platform noticed the figure of the gorgeous man at first sight, and danced excitedly:

"The original ring is on, praise your good luck, you can't even buy lottery jackpot shit. Tonight's fighting match will be the biggest banquet in the history of Clovis City!"

"Drink up your beers, buy all your bets, and enjoy the fight to the death!"

"Now, we have today's big dark horse Anson Bach; and the most powerful, most invincible overlord of Gutter Street, the blood mage everyone is afraid of - many! Heads! Snakes~~~~!!"

The carnival resounded through the hall.

The moment their sights collided, the figures of the two moved at the same time.

"Snapped!"

At the moment of dodging sideways, the "hydra"'s fist hit Anson's right elbow that parried, and the pain of tearing flesh came from the position of the arm.

Um?

Seeing the picture captured by the "ability" in his mind, An Sen was stunned for a moment—four conical bone spurs grew from the knuckles of the other's waving fist.

Is this guy a blood mage? !

"Clap! Clap! Clap..."

The "Hydra" that hit the first shot showed a bloodthirsty smile, and his hands continued to shoot straight jabs like phantoms; Anson, who was too late to dodge, could only keep parrying and parrying, and the violent collision of fists and elbows sent out no less. The sound of the sharp blade interacting.

Compared with conjurers with a sense of distance and black wizards who are good at illusion and hypnosis, the biggest feature of blood wizards is "flesh transformation".

Each blood mage will gain an ability when receiving the blessing of the "Lord of Blood Magic", and will also have a physical strength and vitality that surpasses that of ordinary humans; the difficulty of killing a blood mage is almost the same as other spells of the same level. two to three times the rate.

Because their lives are really too hard... This is Anson's deep feeling.

Constantly parrying the opponent's attack, his sleeves have been torn down to only the cloth strips, An Sen's attention with **** arms never left the dining table on the upper floor, as well as the four figures sitting around the table.

Although no sound can be heard, the five people are at least equal to each other, and it seems that their relationship with each other is not good.

They did not come down with the "hydra" to stop themselves, but continued to sit on it and watch the play - are they very confident in the strength of their companions, or are they planning to watch his jokes?

Anson suddenly felt that he might be lucky, and that this time the plan might be extraordinary.

"You still have time to distract yourself?!"

The angry "hydra" continued to attack violently. His fists were like mechanical pumps pulling out countless phantoms in the air. Compared with the beginning, the speed not only did not slow down, but instead became faster and faster.

Anson, who was desperately blocking, became more and more difficult to dodge—seeing and being able to dodge were two different things. If Anson was not a talent but just a conjurer, he would have been beaten to pieces by the opponent long ago.

And the power of his blood is too special. If he wants to fully activate it, he must first shoot at his lungs. Otherwise, this power is just a physical enhancement to him.

As a normal person with no masochistic tendencies, Anson felt that it would be good to have only half the effect.

"call-"

Facing the iron fist full of bone spurs, Anson, who bowed sharply, rubbed the edge to dodge, and then made a movement that made the "Hydra" extremely incomprehensible - spinning in place, and then turned his back.

Um? !

The angry "hydra" was stunned for a second, and immediately remembered the fate of the last strong man who was brought down by An Sen.

The conjurer has an unparalleled sense of distance, and approaching from behind is a very dangerous move... The "Hydra" with a cold expression immediately closed his fist cautiously, and took advantage of the situation to step back to open the distance.

Anson turned around as if he had expected it, his right leg suddenly bent his knees and retracted, and then stabbed back suddenly, stabbing the "hydra"'s chest like a spear.

Spell magic, [Sharp Wind].

"Crack!"

A crisp cracking sound resounded in the chest of "Hydra", as if for a prolonged period of time, astonishment bloomed on his grim face like a flower; His torn clothes and the flesh beneath him rippled. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

"Boom!"

With the deafening roar, the body of the "hydra" smashed into countless carnival audiences like a solid bullet, and slammed into the wall of the hall in a visible vibration, and the entire body was completely embedded in the wall.

An Sen, who was standing in the same place, still maintained the posture of kicking back.

In front of the dining table on the second floor, everyone was stunned.

"This…"

"Cigar" with his mouth wide open stood up, stunned for a long time, and then looked at the others behind him:

"really?"

"I don't know if it's fake or not, I only know one thing."

"Rifle", who was not much better than him, took off his black soft hat and swallowed hard:

"This kid... he and the 'hydra' can only survive one!"