I'll forge a new destiny

Chapter 151 Today is an... ordinary day

'What a...'

Seeing Charles standing tall and walking towards the cowering enemies, Zhang Xing didn't know how to describe it for a moment.

Then enjoy it!

When he fell backward, the watermelon rind just hit the ground, serving as his support.

In a somewhat strange but very polite gesture, Zhang Xing looked at the judge with a completely different heart and walked towards the opponent he had arranged for him.

Maybe it should be called bait more appropriately.

Shingling is just a description - these guards who are used to bullying men and dominating women, and even don't pay for watermelons, may be hesitant to take action with Zhang Xing because of the things they have seen before.

But facing a half-grown boy who looked thin and weak, these people still dared to stretch out their hands.

Even a child who is not afraid of them actually dares to take the initiative to walk towards them in a place like this, and even looks confident, which is already very strange...

It doesn't affect it, no matter how strange it is, can we still not take action?

After a brief thought, most of the time, these senior members of the Gilded House, whose bodies were faster than their thoughts and whose small heads were more anxious than their big heads, launched an attack on Charles who walked over.

Then the strange power squeezed out what the owner wanted from the rough skin of the gloves and the flesh and blood mass transformed by the huge force to the maximum extent.

Everything about life changes its allegiance at this moment without any hesitation or hesitation. It is necessary to abandon this body that has been struggling for a long time and use its own power to drive physical actions in another place.

And then...it's killing.

The fist-waving one probably couldn't imagine something so complicated.

Throughout the ages, there have been four supreme skills in battle formations.

This is true.

Not only the damaged parts, but also more, from other parts of this person's body, everything.

He just wore the same ferocious smile that he used to intimidate when he bullied men and women and ate watermelon without paying for it.

It’s also...a crisis!

On the battlefield running in both directions, I want to get the credit of being the first to get there. You have to think clearly first about why the person opposite appears in front of you so quickly.

Die!

They are beheading the general, capturing the flag, trapping the enemy...and ascending first.

Because they firmly believe that they can show themselves better in the hands of a new owner.

So being the first to get there is an honor and a credit.

It can even be used as a flag to expand the results with other comrades, which can be used as a proof of receiving rewards.

In the gasp of 'ho...ho...', the guard, who was quickly shriveled up, didn't even have time to think about it, and all his consciousness had already tilted outwards along with the piece of meat in his hand.

After putting on the gloves, his thin palms finally looked less slender and easily crushed the first fist that appeared in front of him.

Not intending to listen to this meaningless wail, Charles raised his free hand and pressed it against his face.

Dark red blood quickly gushes out from those gaps and holes.

Among them, being the first to climb has the greatest credit, because this thing is both credit and luck - rushing the fastest is not called being the first to climb, only rushing up and holding on.

Just like he wouldn't think about why Charles came over.

Kaka-

The crisp snapping sound indicated that besides the hands, some parts of the man were separated from the body.

One hand pushes forward and the other pulls backward. The head that fell into the crowd shook half of its spine, causing waves of panic.

And the blood that left the body caused blood mist to surge in the corridor the next moment.

Charles was in no rush to absorb the gain—and certainly not to give it away as a gift.

In combat, the sudden disruption caused by gift enhancement may be useful, but it is best used in close one-on-one situations. And in a place like Eris, random gifts may cause more shock than the benefits gained from interference.

This blood mist is only used to make people panic, as Zhang Xing once said casually: "Sometimes, the outcome of the battle is already foreshadowed before the battle begins. When you can make your opponent afraid, he will not dare to When we face you head-on, victory is already within your grasp."

Zhang Xing might not even remember that he said this. After all, when Charles heard it, he could see that Zhang Xing's expression was strange, as if he thought of some memories that he didn't want to mention.

But he will remember every word he said and approve it after thinking about it.

He himself doesn't instill fear in his opponents, that's obvious at a glance.

For a dark and skinny boy who is used to bullying the weak Gilded Tower guards, he is not stingy with his fists at all.

So Charles has to create enough fear to make these people sway - no matter how much Zhang Xing believes in him, and how confident he is... the people he is facing now are not many at all, and they are not at all Stinky fish and rotten shrimp.

These are all serious talkers and thugs, and none of them are easy to deal with.

Even if it does look like rotten fish and shrimp...

Nothing can make people panic more easily than the rising bloody mist in such a closed, dark environment.

Simply spraying blood flowers is not enough. After all, not everyone can turn that bit of blood into mist that covers everything so easily like Charles.

Whether it is the obstruction of vision or the intersection of those who cannot contact the enemy and can only wait silently, it is enough for Charles to warm up the people behind him when he solves the enemy in front of him.

It's just one person's blood mist, it doesn't matter if it's a little more wasted.

Anyway, there are a lot of people here, so many that he can kill them for a long time.

The only thing to worry about is that they are afraid of it.

This makes it even more necessary for the blood mist to spread. The channels for these people to obtain information must be blocked to prevent them from knowing... how many companions have died.

Get rid of the first victim, in the center of the fog, in the cover that has not yet begun to spread.

Looking at the lambs who had not yet realized that they should turn away quickly, Charles's hands began to tremble.

Unable to suppress the sharp laughter, with Charles's active cooperation, echoing in the not so spacious corridor.

"Blood, death, fear..."

In Zhang Xing's unsurprised eyes, Charles, who wanted to show everything about himself in the eyes of his admirers, responded with his hands...

And that excited heart.

"Hahahahahaha..."

I don’t know if it’s the laughter of hands or the laughter of people.

In the blood circle that only Zhang Xing could hear, the indistinguishable death playing was gradually getting louder.

"A feast, my dear master. Let us enjoy it, I presume you are hungry too!"

'I will kill these people, I will become strong enough, I can do it! '

What gradually gets stronger, and what gets the wrong intensity?

Killing quickly enough is the right thing to do!

(End of this chapter)