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"Wait, what did the Dark Night Witch say just now?"

"She wants to make the red tank?"

"Huh, what a big tone, I remember she is only of A+ level, right?"

"I admit that she is very strong, but at the A+ level, she wants to get a red tank? It's too exaggerated."

The audience was talking about it. The Red Tank and Christo Meyev were also among the top players in the top ranks among all the half-step S-level seeds in the competition. They were not comparable to those of the roles like the master Kazan.

The Dark Night Witch's methods are indeed weird and vicious, but with the strength of the A+ level, he wanted to defeat the red tank, and no one would take it seriously.

"The competition begins!"

Host Sean announced loudly that the atmosphere on the ring gradually became bleak.

Under the sunlight, Wu Ya'an Ge's mouth curled up a sneer and stood quietly.

A black tight leather jacket made her almost perfectly proportioned figure look sexy and hot. Her beautiful black short hair made her look so handsome and handsome.

Especially a pair of eyes looking forward, with luster flowing, vivid and charming, as if one glance can reach the depths of the soul, making people trapped in it and unable to extricate themselves.

But who would have thought that it was such an oriental woman with a figure and appearance that was so beautiful that she was trembling that she was hiding with a fatal cruelty and terror, just like a demon with an angel face.

No, in the eyes of her enemies, she is even more terrifying than a demon and vicious than a snake or scorpion.

"The Witch of Dark Night, as a newcomer to our friendly neighbor, your talent is as amazing as the Son of Fire, but I don't want to hurt you, you give up." The red tank took off his sunglasses and revealed a pair of sharp sword-like eyes.

An Ge, who was stared at by his eyes, suddenly felt like a mountain pressing down on him.

Under such fierce and domineering power, people with low strength may even lose their ability to resist due to inner fear.

However, An Ge seemed to be unaffected, and wisps of black air began to linger around her, giving her the illusion that she would transform into a black air at any time and disappear on the ring.

"Don't want to hurt me? Hehe..." Wu Ya'ange's beautiful eyes fluttered slightly, raised the corner of his mouth, and sneered, "Are you sure you have the ability to hurt me?"

As she said that, a fluctuation occurred in the space around her body. The size of a fist, the gloomy one-eyed eye composed of black gas dragged the long black gas tail and jumped out of her body.

It was like a lively snake, wearing layers of black air, quietly surrounding her body.

"I know this thing. This is the holy material that the Son of Fire gave her before, 'Nightmare Eyes'!"

As soon as this strange object, which looked like the eye of a poisonous snake, many viewers recognized it at the scene.

This treasure not only helps users understand the laws of darkness, but also has various magical effects such as illusion and absorption of light. It is of great value and is no less valuable than the "Ancient Snow Soul" of Nanlian.

However, the nightmare eye now looks a little different from before.

At this time, it was no longer the lens of the time, but a pure dark energy, which seemed to have merged with Wuya Ange, floating beside Ange, like a strange elf, full of spirituality.

On the ring, with the appearance of Nightmare Eyes, the light around Ange dimmed in vain. A large amount of black mist floated around her body. Every inch of it appeared, it swallowed the surrounding light and scenery by inch.

In a short while, most of Wuya'ange's body seemed to melt into the darkness, and the swelling black fog around it was like a black hole that devoured everything, and all the light sources and life that were close to it seemed to be wiped out.

The silent and terrifying aura was like a cold wave, expanding to every corner of the venue with this darkness as the center.

The instinctive fear of darkness in the hearts of the audience was pulled out bit by bit. Some of the audience with lower strength were already trembling all over, and their hair was unconsciously standing upside down.

There are also a few high-strength audiences who were shocked after seeing the name at first sight.

"Okay, what a pure dark element, this is the power of the law!"

"Can't it be that the Dark Night Witch has long merged and absorbed the 'Nightmare Eye' and stepped into a half-step S-level?"

"How could that be? That's a holy weapon-level treasure. It's a miracle that Huangfu Nanlian can absorb the 'Ancient Snow Soul', but how did the Dark Night Witch do it? How high the dark affinity does it have to be able to do this?"

"Wait, since she has already stepped into a half-step S-level, why hasn't she leaked any breath before?"

"Are you stupid? Why did the Dark Night Witch leak it? Is this called the trump card backhand? "

"Hiss, the player from China has such a deep trump card!"

"I thought the one who had the most back-up skills was the Son of Fire, but everyone around the Son of Fire had back-up skills. I don't know what you think. Anyway, I dare not mess with people from China."

The audience was surprised, and Wang Yan was quite surprised off the scene.

He turned his eyes to Nan Lian beside him, "Sister An Ge has also advanced to the S level halfway? When did this happen? Why didn't I notice it?"

"I don't know either." Nan Lian raised her lips and smiled with some relief. Then she thought for a while and said quietly, "After we finished mahjong with your master's wife that day, she stayed in the room for a day. Maybe it was that time."

"So that's the case." Wang Yan smiled with joy and heartache.

Wu Ya'ange grew up in an orphanage and has always been a silent worker alone. Her strong and ruthless appearance is just to protect her shell.

I'm afraid only she knows how much sweat and effort she has put into this hard shell.

Since this conference, there have been many strong people, and her friends around her have been making continuous progress, so she must have buried her stubbornness in her heart and worked hard secretly.

As for hiding his breath, Wang Yan couldn't help but remember his experience of following An Ge to learn stealth and tracking.

After her guidance on this skill, she must be determined to restrain her breath, which is impossible for outsiders to notice.

"Ba, bha."

On the other side of the ring, the red tank gently patted his hands, "The Dark Night Witch Wu Ya'an Song, indeed, has a good reputation, and has such a strong talent and dark affinity."

"However, you just reached the half-step S-level strength, you can't beat me." The red tank said, his eyes condensed, and a huge vitality, like translucent steam, penetrated his body.

In an instant, all the black mist that spread quietly to him, like a demon's claw blew away.

A series of comments immediately came to mind at the scene, "Is this a fight?"

"No, it seems to be more pure and richer than ordinary fighting spirit!"

"This should be a higher level of life breath."

The audience guessed that the red tank's life force is very similar to the fighting spirit and the Haoran qi of the Chinese National Taoist.

They are all special abilities that are constantly strengthening their physical strength and stimulated from the inside of the body after their vitality reaches a certain intensity.

The strength of this ability is closely related to the strength of one's own life force.

Superpowers who can use this power of Dou Qi can forcefully repel elements and other superpowers by releasing Dou Qi, thereby achieving the goal of eliminating and interfering with other superpowers.

In addition, this kind of life fighting spirit can also be attached to weapons and armor, or to your own body, so as to enhance attack, defense, speed and reaction ability.

The red tank possesses this high-level fighting spirit, which is a proof of the extreme strength of the body.

"Can't win you? Hehe, the big guy is too confident and you will suffer." Wu Ya'an Ge narrowed his eyes slightly, with a hint of cruelty and danger in his eyes. Then he lazily pulled out two ancient daggers in his posture.

The dagger was held in her hands with one forward and one reverse, and the cold light showed a dangerous aura.

Especially the one she was holding in her right hand, the dagger blade was dark and about thirty centimeters long. Although it was ordinary on the outside, the terrifying dark magic caused ripples in the air around it.

"This, is this?" Seeing this dagger, Liu Bujie's eyes lit up on the field and immediately realized that this dagger was not an ordinary item.

"That dagger is called the Dark Reaper, it is a legendary holy weapon." Wang Yan said and explained briefly. Of course, the story of the original owner of the Dark Reaper was omitted by him.

"Legendary holy weapon? Amitabha, my god, Lao Wang, where did you get so many treasures?" Liu Bujie widened his eyes, and the holy weapon-level equipment one after another. He looked at him and wanted to leave his predecessor's airs and hang out with Lao Wang in the future.

After all, where is the legendary holy weapon valuable in the predecessor?

"Haha, a little accident." Wang Yan called out and passed by perfunctorily.

Liu Bujie smiled enviously, and now he relaxed a little: "Amitabha, with half-step S-level strength and a legendary weapon, Miss Ange does have the capital to fight the red tank."

Wang Yan nodded, his heart full of expectations.

The atmosphere and the crowd's discussion also gradually changed from one side to the red tank before, and both sides supported each other half. The red tank was indeed strong, but Wuya Ange was not weak either. As for the victory or defeat, it became a bit confusing.

Suddenly, Ange moved.

Her movements were as light as a cat. With a slight lateralization, it was like a faint cloud of black smoke, disappearing into the large area of ​​black fog around her.

At the same time, the black fog boiled instantly, like a monster opening its huge mouth, swallowing the entire arena in one bite.

In the stands, someone immediately shouted excitedly, "Dark Sky!"

"It's Wuya Ange's unique skill, the dark sky!"

The darkness covering the arena is like a pure and dull black ocean, with Wuya'an songs blending in it, and the movements are as flexible as fish swimming in the water.

Her tongue gently licked the dagger, and her eyes were filled with chills, like a god of death from hell, ready to harvest life at any time.
Chapter completed!