My Archangel

Seeing this scene, Morik, who was originally confident, was taken aback.

His eyes blinked, and he looked at Qiao Wen with a look of horror for the last second, but now he was smiling at him, who was close at hand. He suddenly felt something wrong.

"You played pretty well...but you are really innocent and a little cute, uncle."

"Don't you really think that the wind blade just now was twisted by you yourself?"

It was at this moment, under Morik's eyes that seemed to realize something, his whole body tense, and his pupils stiffened, Qiao Wen spoke.

"Why? What makes you subconsciously have the illusion that you can deal with me when you are close to me? Ah, is it possible that when I ran away with my back to you? I was thinking, if I only had a castration shield...oh, I must suffer a lot, it's terrible, terrible."

"..."

Looking at Qiao Wen who had a flat tone, Molick swallowed.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound for a while.

He started to feel a bit dry in his throat.

"However, it's just such a small detail. Why do you directly have the illusion that I can only rely on the dragon's breath to challenge you? Is it because you think that people like me are not as good as you? A dragon's breath?"

Saying this, Qiao Wen took the fist away from his face at will, put down Morik, whose limbs had been cut in half by the wind blade, and looked down at him: "It always feels like you are really arrogant from beginning to end. Oh? Obviously there will be an expedition soon and there is still such a bad problem, this is not enough, right?

"...No, nothing."

The expression on his face was embarrassed. At this moment, Morik, who finally realized that he had been planted, smiled and shook his head extremely stiffly.

Chapter 047: Victory in the First Battle

Lisiren main city, guild, interior.

This fierce conflict was put to rest.

Morik fell.

Although Morik had firmly held the initiative on the scene not long ago, it didn't take long before the scene was completely pulled back by Qiao Wen.

"What the hell are you...?"

At this moment, raising his head, Morik, who was unable to get up again after his limbs were traumatized, could only look up at Qiao Wen in front of him and asked in a voice that sounded dazed.

By now, he had realized it.

This kid, if nothing else... until the last moment just now, he didn't have any chance to hurt this kid.

Even, if you think about it more exaggeratedly, Morik even subconsciously thinks that this kid is actually playing himself from beginning to end, and he didn't really show his fangs until just now.

Otherwise...how could it be possible that the speed was directly accelerated so much at the final critical moment, and the wind blade was continuously released in a completely instantaneous manner and cut so many times at him?

Thinking about it now, Molick also found that he was just like fighting a monster again.

But... this is not normal.

Because according to Morik's most intuitive judgment after this battle... this kid is undoubtedly a beginner.

Moreover, a layman who can tell at a glance has nothing to hide.

In the beginning, apart from being a little bit despicable and a little more courageous... To be honest, Morik didn't see any sparkle from Qiao Wen's body.

Newcomer, caibi, weak chicken... even he thinks that this type of adjective is the most suitable for Qiao Wen in terms of actual combat experience.

But... After this battle, Morik himself, as the primary participant, knew very well that the speed of this kid's adaptation was obviously beyond common sense.

As an adventurous cultivator, although he himself also knows that actual combat is always the best way to improve himself, anyway...Who has experienced a battle and has directly progressed to this level?

Except for the destructive power of Dragon's Breath, this kid doesn't even have any hardware that can match him!

However, he still lost.

The loss was inexhaustible, and even the last desperate bet did not have any substantial effect.

This kid...what the hell is this?

It was only a short while from the beginning of the war and the end of the battle. Why did the changes in this kid suddenly become so big?

If Qiao Wen, who used the dragon's breath to attack him at close range when they first met, was just a newbie who took advantage of the loopholes, then at this moment, this little devil who brought him down a few seconds ago... can already be called a real deal. Don't deduct the old oil.

This is only a few minutes apart?

The gap between the front and back is huge, it is as if it is not the same person, but a monster born specifically for actual combat and mature because of actual combat.

The hair is creepy.

The hair is creepy.

The hair is creepy.

At this moment, silently watching Qiao Wen in front of him, Morik felt a piercing pressure after a long absence.

A rush of Ruo Ruo Wu... It seemed, in a sense, even more weird pressure than the enemies he had encountered during the expedition.

"According to the previous verbal agreement, this is my victory. Uncle, you should have no objection."

At this moment, Qiao Wen also spoke.

He just looked at Molick, and spoke calmly.

"...Ah...ahhh."

As soon as Qiao Wen's voice fell, Molick's expression on his face froze at first, and then he felt as if he realized something, and suddenly fell down like a cock that was defeated.

Hopeless.

Hopeless.

With the defeat of this conflict, Morik has clearly realized that what will greet him next... will only be the extremely boring, tool-like future who is responsible for carrying the fire.

He knew very well that he didn't want this.

What he really wants... is just an opportunity.

An opportunity to show off their skills in the expedition, truly relying on their own hands and strength.

But no more.

Now, after an extra Qiao Wen, as a loser, this opportunity no longer belongs to him.

As long as he wants to participate in a formal expedition, whether he comes to the soft or the hard, he will not be able to get around the barrier of Qiao Wen.