Bingo~ As she celebrated inwardly, huge iron balls rained down on her like a storm of thunder and lightning.
This time, the layers of shields around Old School Striking King were truly shattered to pieces, with not a scrap left.
Only a sliver remained of her health bar... outwardly, she was a bloody mess, and had even lost a leg.
As she let out a wail, a cold, clammy laugh rang through the hall. "Heh~ did you really think nobody could beat you?
Well?
I caught you after all!
Hehe~ once I offer you up, everything will... have been worth it!"
A hook-nosed man in a black robe embroidered all over with dark red patterns pushed aside the burly men around him and strolled out.
He was clearly the one who had cast that Ninth-Circle Spell.
Old School Striking King parted her lips, intending to say something that would make her sound weak... then abruptly realized that the moment she opened her mouth, all she would say was, "You think I'd be scared of trash like you?"
For a moment, she could not even remember how to look pitiful.
She was the sort of person who, even with a broken leg, would first make herself a splint and strap it on to avoid accidentally injuring herself again, then call an ambulance. Crying and begging everyone for help or mercy really was not her thing.
Then she silently thought back over her friends... Cunlü was the only one who knew how to show weakness, but her sweet, seductive manner did not seem particularly suitable for her.
After all, no matter how she stretched out her legs, she could not coax any curves out of them... they were plainly two big white radishes.
The others did not seem much use either.
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