The derogatory words echoed lowly in this small room, accompanied by the malice that gradually spread. Duan Qing, who felt this completely different malice, took two steps back involuntarily, and then said The initially wary expression turned into a smile that looked normal: "Animal, animal? What on earth are you talking about -"
"Since we have already talked about it to this extent, I think there is no need for me to explain it further."
A deep laughter then appeared in Wiesel's mouth, interrupting Duan Qing's dry laughter rudely: "And it was you who won in the end... Haha, this way my guilt will be slightly reduced. .”
"What are you going to do with us?" Different from the calmness and stability just now, the face of Feng Chui Lang now also showed a look of fear unique to ordinary players: "You, you, you, you are not going to kill me at this time. Are you going to kill us? There are still a lot of spectators outside waiting for us to go out!"
"Of course I won't do such a stupid thing. What I want to do has been made very clear just now." Wiesel slowly raised his arm, and then his eyes became as serious as the abyss: " I hope you can cooperate, otherwise——"
"We are going to make a fuss about your souls."
Bone-piercing pain then appeared in the depths of Duan Qing's consciousness. It was a bright red feeling as if his heart had been violently grabbed and ravaged. The sudden strong pain also forced the gray-robed magician to kneel to the ground involuntarily. , with trembling hands, he propped himself on the dark floor in front of him: "This, this is - what?"
"It's a contract." A calm voice then faintly broke into his hearing. It was the abyssal voice slowly revealed by Wiesel who was gradually approaching: "It's really terrible to be uneducated. Do you think I signed a contract with you before?" That contract is just a simple life and death certificate?"
"I, I knew that piece of paper was not that simple." Duan Qing, who was breathing heavily like a fish falling on the shore, with his facial features tangled together, gritted his teeth and said with difficulty: "I didn't expect you to actually use the soul contract. Such a vicious thing!"
"Ha, if you still sign your name after knowing it, then you, a magician, are even more stupid." An unconcealable dark red light began to appear between the raised arms, and Wiesel's laughter began to gradually amplify: "It doesn't matter. As long as you join the Shadow Society and become our subordinates, it doesn't matter even if you don't have a brain! Because -"
"All we need are puppets!"
He laughed, and the red light on his hand began to become stronger and stronger, and the pain originating from Duan Qing's body also began to become tighter and tighter, and as his body lost all strength, he collapsed on the ground. On the ground: "Actually... you don't have to... do this. I was... seriously injured..."
"Ah, I know." The sound of laughter was a little closer again, as if the man in black uniform was squatting in front of Duan Qing: "Every champion who comes here will ask such a question, they think The conditions I have in hand are enough, but I am not a naive person like you, and I will never put the slightest trust in guys like you."
"Only a soul contract can let me get what I want."
The red light shining between his arms illuminated the dark room into dark red, and at the same time completely connected the air between Wiesel and Duan Qing into a strange red line: "Want to gain hypocritical freedom ? Then use your souls in exchange."
"The Shadow will be able to stand firm for such a long time. Is this the way it relies on?"
The triumphant laughter stopped abruptly, and a slight cracking sound echoed in the air between the two people: "It's really disappointing."
"--What?"
The sound of friction between cloth and air then echoed in Duan Qing's ears, accompanied by the slight sound of metal collision and the sound of bodies wrestling with each other. He had no strength to struggle anymore and could only try his best to raise his head and look with bleeding eyes. Looking at the scene in front of him of two figures, one white and one black, entangled together: "Oh...it didn't work out."
"It's Ninglan's fault." The two figures, which were somewhat indistinguishable due to the extremely fast entanglement, suddenly separated. Along with them, Ninglan's half-crouched body fell to Duan Qing in front of Duan Qing: "I thought that was the best time, but I didn't expect that he still had the energy to evade and resist."
"No, he must have done this on purpose." Duan Qing, who was panting hard, replied in a low voice: "The bluff has reached this level. It is nothing more than trying to find out all other unreliable factors by forcing me to question. And judging from the final results, this method seems to be very effective.”
"... Ninglan cannot sit back and watch Mr. suffer." Ninglan, who was protecting Duan Qing in front of him, was silent for a moment: "Sir, please forgive me."
"Hmph, hehehehe."
Deep laughter then sounded in front of the two people, accompanied by the figure of a man named Wiesel who gradually climbed up from the messy tables and chairs: "Your strongest combat power has not been sealed. ……how did you do that?"
"Of course it's because she didn't sign the contract." A smile gradually appeared on the face lying on the ground. The man named Duan Qing panted and gestured in the direction of the secret language Ninglan: "I'm handing it to you." There are indeed three copies of the "Declaration of Life and Death", but two of them were written down by me."
"No wonder you're about to vomit out your internal organs. It turns out you've endured double the pain, right?" Wisel patted the dust off his body, his eyes wandering back and forth on the floor in front of him: "You guys, early At that time, I had already seen the clues, but I still wanted to participate in the competition, and finally came to me..."
"No, the situation is not as complicated as you think." Duan Qing, who was lying on the ground, still maintained an indifferent smile: "We just want to go back with a championship and do a job for the old iron camel. It's nothing. Too many ideas.”
"Ninglan knows that the last step to win the championship is to be interviewed by the master of the underground boxing ring, so Ninglan has already made preparations." Ninglan's voice then sounded in front of Duan Qing: "But Ninglan didn't either Come to think of it, this last step was not a contest with the master, but turned into a trick like this."
"According to Miss Ninglan's description and my understanding, the championship badge in this underground boxing ring was replaced a long time ago." Clutching his chest tightly, the businessman player named Fengchui Mailang also followed. He struggled to get up from a corner: "Presumably this disgusting soul contract started to appear at that time, right?"
"I learned about the arrival of you guys from Hansen's mouth." He covered his cheeks with a low smile, and then a redness that cannot appear in humans appeared in Wiesel's eyes: "I didn't expect that in the past The underground boxing champion actually appears in front of us again. If we can bring such people under our command, the power of our Shadow Society will be further strengthened!"
"It's such a pity that the last step was not successful." His laughter quickly stopped, and he came to the three people together with a boundless killing intent: "There is no way."
"I can only destroy the three of you."
Senran's words turned into Senran's sharp blade, which suddenly approached in the direction of Duan Qing and the others. Ningyu Ninglan, who was the first to bear the brunt, also took out his two daggers and collided heavily with the oncoming blood-red knife tips. . The afterimage caused by the high-speed movement only focused the image of Wiesel in front of Duan Qing's eyes. The next moment, it disappeared into the air with his two following slashes, belonging to the wind. Mai Lang's voice suddenly appeared behind him, with a fierce turbidity that suddenly collided with something hard: "You made a mistake!"
"It's not just Miss Ninglan who survives, I am also very strong!"
The air impact caused by the collision gradually formed on Duan Qing's back, blowing the two figures one after the other to both sides of the space. The glow of the dagger belonging to the secret language Ninglan also flew away with one of the figures. He quickly chased after him and once again got entangled with the nobleman who was covered in blood-red light. Staring closely at the afterimage of the two fighting each other like an illusion, the wind-swept wheat wave crawling back from the distance then appeared next to Duan Qing, coughing. He, who was also clutching his chest, then put it in his mouth. He spat out the last mouthful of blood, and the ferocious look on his face was immediately replaced by a wry smile: "It's so difficult for me."
"I'm sorry, I'm really a useless person now." Duan Qing, who was lying on the ground, responded motionlessly: "I was so seriously injured before, and now I'm still carrying two layers of contract curses. I can live to talk to you. It’s already the limit.”
"I'm also carrying a layer of curse, okay?" Feng Chui Mai Lang replied nonchalantly: "And I'm just a businessman. Isn't it inappropriate for you to let a businessman fight to such an extent?"
"Then you just use the merchant's fighting method to fight." Duan Qing's voice carried a special meaning: "Ninglan's power has not recovered yet, and that guy doesn't know what more malicious things he will do. means, so——"
"Is there anything in your pile of goods that can be used now?" He blinked his eyes from an angle that the other party could not see: "We will pay the corresponding usage fee."
"I just like you cheerful people."
Understanding what Duan Qing meant, Feng Chui Mai Lang turned around and untied the big package from his back: "These are all the goods and equipment that I originally planned to carry back and dispose of, so there weren't any good things in the first place... Let me take a look, How about a sophisticated giant ax that can temporarily increase strength by 20%?"
"Do you think either of us can equip something like this now?"
"...How about this low-level demon-killing potion? Although it is low-level, it might be able to bring us some miracles?"
"I guarantee in the name of a magic alchemist that this potion will never have any effect."
The collision between the dagger and the red light came from the depths of darkness in front of me again. It was the sound made when the flying knife attack from Dark Whisper Ninglan was instantly deflected by Wessel's blood-red blade. Watching all this, Duan Qing's eyes flashed with anxiety for a moment, and his incessant questioning tone also sped up a bit: "Stop dilly-dallying, bring out your best goods!"
"The best goods? According to the standards of merchants, all the goods in my hand are the best goods... Hey, hey, don't move, I will just take it!" Feng Chui Lang, who was also paying attention to the battle ahead, followed. He also sped up his movements: "The problem is that the strongest weapon is not necessarily the most suitable weapon. Among the items suitable for the current situation... Well, how about this magic bomb?"
"How do you have such a thing? And putting a magic bomb in a place like this? It's simply suicide."
"The magic bomb I'm talking about is not the kind that blows up Fars Fortress into a sieve, but an orthodox magic bomb! This bomb should be made with ice-attribute magic elements. It contains frost strike, ice A mixture of various magics such as fiefdom..."
"Otherwise, how could it be called a bomb?"
Without Duan Qing's consent, he threw the magic bomb in his hand instantly. The icy blue light then covered the surface of the small ball, dyeing the dim space that was originally illuminated with blood red. A bit of ice blue magic light. The ear-piercing crackling sound then rang in everyone's ears, and a large area of icy air quickly covered the surroundings of the room. The invisible freezing air then touched everything they came into contact with. At the same time, it turned into a tangible substance, completely freezing the entire room into an ice cave: "Is this... a frost bomb?"
"You didn't expect that, did you? Hahahaha!"
In the surprised sound of Wisel, who was knocked out of his body by the frozen power, the laughter that belonged to the wind-blown wheat waves echoed in the air above this biting cold atmosphere: "I spent one hundred thousand oceans to collect this. High-end goods! A hundred thousand dollars! If this doesn’t kill you, I will really cry!”
"Frost bombs are functional bombs, and their damage is not strong at all." Wiesel, whose feet were completely frozen in place, and whose figure became more and more visible, replied with disdain: "And these freezing magics The duration is limited, and the price of 100,000 gold coins you paid will only limit me to a few seconds in the end——"
"That's enough."
His whole body was wrapped in frost, and the voice belonging to Duan Qing faintly sounded in his ears. A moonlight that was bluer than the frost also appeared in front of the master of the underground boxing match. Then it slipped from his neck faster than the surrounding frost melted: "This is what a duel in the dark is like."
"A moment of opportunity is enough to determine the outcome of each other."
