Master Pantalone has no crazy plans today

That was Master Pantalone, the "rich man" who was the ninth seat of the executive officers of the Fools.

Naturally, it is impossible for him not to have heard of this ruthless character who set up Zhidong's economy and allowed Zhidong to have the right to speak in economics with the ancient country that was the center of wealth accumulation.

In a sense, the other party is like the Minister of Finance in the winter.

It's hard to imagine whether this person who looks like a gentle gentleman at first glance can really hold a sword?

But the young Ajax never judges people by their appearance, and the fact that the other party can be ranked as the ninth seat of the executive officers of the Fools, which is the symbol of the strongest in Winter, is enough to show his strength.

He also didn't feel that a person without any strength could firmly sit in the ninth seat of the Fools' Executive Officer.

There is no doubt that this is the character I need to go all out for.

So as a fighter, doing your best is the best respect for your opponent.

The boy took a deep breath and closed his eyes slightly.

It seemed as if he was meditating to calm down his heart. When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were already icy cold, cold and pure, cold and sharp.

The eyes of the water god on the boy's body also shone brightly at this moment.

"Then, I'm going to start moving!"

After politely throwing down such a sentence, the boy stepped forward with the two swords in his hands tightly.

The powerful force was transmitted from the feet to the ice surface, leaving bursts of cracks on the ground of the glacier.

That speed is too fast, so fast that people can only see a shadow.

Almost in an instant, the youth's figure approached him almost in an instant.

He didn't hold back the slightest hand, it was the idea of ​​fighting the opponent with the determination to kill the opponent, and this was exactly what the young Ajax really thought, and he, who knew the gap between them, knew it clearly.

If you don't start the fight with the determination to kill the opponent, then it is absolutely impossible to win with your own strength.

He didn't have the naive idea of ​​thinking about it until the end, and the so-called ending and showing mercy were words that only the stronger ones were qualified to say.

For the young Ajax, the man in front of him is undoubtedly much stronger than him.

So it's pretty obvious what to do, isn't it?

Under the reflection of the light, the two blue swords reflected a cold light, piercing the sky, and the violent elemental forces around were resonating, as if they were telling the master's nature of enjoying fighting and fighting.

Those violent and active elemental forces seem to be saying this——

Crush everything!

In fact, the young Ajax did the same thing, overflowing violent elemental force crazily washed all around, rolling up those scattered ice fragments and snowflakes.

This makes it look more like the holder of the ice-type god's eye than the water-type god's eye possessed by the teenager.

The water flow mixed with ice and debris is so wanton and violent that even if it collides with a stubborn stone, it can break the stubborn stone.

Without the slightest reservation, this is exactly what the young Ajax did.

Come on, let him see it.

How big a gap is there between himself and the executive officers of the fools?

Through the turbulent water flow through the ice-cold pupils of the young man, he looked at the figure under the sword formed by the water flow.

Facing the almost all-out attack from the boy, Pantalone naturally sensed what kind of thoughts the boy named Ajax was holding to confront him.

Since the other party has already fought him with such belief, it would be too unreasonable for him not to respond.

That being the case, then... let's be a little more serious.

As a person who has no chance to be recognized by the gods, Pantalone naturally has no such things as the eyes of gods.

Although he has the evil eyes that he has as an executive officer of fools, it can deal with Ajax who has not yet become the "son" Dadalia.

Because it is too overkill to use the evil eye for this kind of thing, even if he uses the evil eye, he will not feel any better, and there is really no need for him to make himself guilty.

However, this does not mean that he has no other strength and means.

As early as the previous Pantalone, after realizing that he had the special ability to absorb various energies, he found that he could master some very practical powers.

For example, 'Light Boundary Force'.

Let's talk about 'internal energy of imaginary numbers'.

As for using 'Boundary Force of Light' and 'Inner Energy of Imaginary Numbers' to hit people?

Can the matter of fools and executive officers be called cheating?

"Good will, worthy of praise, but it is undoubtedly impossible to defeat me with will alone."

Looking up at the sword shadow that jumped up and swung towards him, the corner of Pantalone's mouth slightly raised.

After all, a force similar to 'element' but completely different emerged.

The Wufeng sword in his hand seemed to be lit, emitting an extremely dazzling light.

An incomparably powerful force erupted from his body in an instant, almost crushing the glaciers under his feet, and the surrounding snow seemed to have been plowed, and the flying snowflakes collided with the water sword swung by the young Ajax.

In an instant, the active water flow was frozen in an instant, and under the huge kinetic energy that broke out, the solid ice that the water flow turned into was shattered abruptly.

The scratched debris even left a fine scratch from the edge of the boy's cheek.

And at the moment when all these protections disappeared, there was a crisp crash.

click-

That was the sound of Wufeng sword colliding with the two swords in his hand.

However, what shattered was not the seemingly ordinary Wufeng sword, but the twin swords in his hands that had completely shattered at some point.

When all the dust settled, the man who slowly emerged from the snow and mist was still standing there, without any appearance of moving from the beginning to the end.

If there is only one difference, it would be the unremarkable no-edge sword that had been quietly placed on his shoulder and facing his neck at some point at this moment, and this one sentence.

"The outcome is determined by the score, how do you feel?"

Chapter 68 Don't Say Thank You, Master Pantalone (3k5)

It all ended too quickly.