The moment he returned to the real world, Dick used 800 Energy Points without hesitation. In an instant, his Energy Points only had 50 points left.
At the same time, his talent [Advanced Self-Healing] evolved into [Super Self-Healing].
[Super Self-Healing]: It can repair its own injuries at an extremely fast speed, and other key tissues and organs such as the heart and brain, as well as the incomplete body, can be slowly restored; it can delay aging to a great extent.
Dick slowly lowered his head, while Master on the other side had just withdrawn his sword.
Dick was seen standing quietly on the spot with his head lowered and no longer making any movements.
Master roared ferociously and loudly:
"Damn Dick, I picked you up from the dead, made you a decent demon hunter, and taught you your skills carefully, but you have caused me so much trouble.
"You heartless bastard, you will never know how to be grateful! You will never understand my good intentions!
"I have made great achievements for Witcher Order. Not only you, but all of you owe me!
"I have long said that the final winner will only be me, me!
"Even if you are all dead, Alexander still has the Grasses Decoction formula.
"When I catch this little traitor and take back the formula, I will cut him into pieces.
"After that, I will re-establish Witcher Order and let the reputation of my savior spread throughout the Panda Continent!"
After saying that, Master raised his head and laughed wildly. The laughter was full of longing and excitement for the beautiful future.
"I said, you seem to be happy too early."
Master's laughter suddenly stopped and he looked in disbelief at the supposed dead villain in front of him.
The villain actually raised his head, with a sarcastic smile on his lips, and looked back at him with cold eyes.
Through Dick's broken leather armor, it can be clearly seen that the injury on his chest has completely healed, without leaving even a trace of scar;
There is no longer blood spurting out from the broken part of the originally mutilated right arm. Instead, there is an extremely small, arm-like granulation that is slowly growing.
Master's eyes widened with disbelief on his face.
For the first time, he felt that he was old, so old that his eyes were dazzled.
How is this possible?
He is a demon hunter, and his eyes have always been extremely sharp.
He forced down the ridiculous thoughts in his heart and turned his gaze to Dick's broken arm.
But the expression on the traitor's face made him feel extremely unfamiliar, and a strong feeling of palpitations surged into his heart, like a weak sheep facing a tiger that was ready to attack.
The fear of facing death made Master's body tremble involuntarily.
At this moment, Dick's eyes were shrouded in thick blood-red mist, the pupils shone with a more intense and bright red light, and the red mist in the corners of the eyes continued to spread outward like ribbons;
An exaggerated and almost distorted smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. The width completely violated the physiological limits of the human face, and the corners of his mouth actually reached directly to the ear holes.
What is exposed behind the grinning corners of the mouth is not broken and bleeding rotten flesh, but a pair of neat and sharp double rows of parallel teeth like those of a beast.
"What the hell are you..." Master shouted in horror, trying to use his voice to dispel the inexplicable terrifying throbbing in his body.
But before he finished speaking, Dick appeared in front of him like a ghost.
Master suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, and a huge force hit his abdominal muscles that were as hard as armor in the past.
His vision instantly fell back, and then he felt his entire back slam into the wall, followed by the sound of bones breaking, and severe pain in his spine and ribs spread throughout his body.
Dick looked at Master who was punched by him and flew five or six meters away to the opposite side, and was embedded in the wall to form a dented humanoid leather armor in tatters. He then looked down at Giantification's bronze left fist, which was as big as a basketball, and let out a sharp and crazy laugh:
"This power, this power! This is the extreme power that has been dormant during the ups and downs of emotions!
"Sure enough, every demon hunter character in School of the Lynx is incomplete, and my incomplete part is called [Calm]."
At this moment, a new talent was quietly added to Dick's panel:
[Blood of Madness]: Actively turned on, doubles dynamic vision and nerve response capabilities, time limit is three minutes, once a day, cannot be stacked with similar magic potion gains.
Although this skill has many limitations, it is extremely powerful and its effect is similar to [Blizzard Potion].
However, the material of [Blizzard Potion] is extremely rare, even Xiya only made a bottle for Dick with the support of master Barbara.
At that time, I took it to deal with the reborn Leshen.
And almost all demon hunters still mainly rely on the sword in their hands when fighting. The lives of most demon hunters are not well-off, so how can they have the ability to spend a lot of money and search for materials to make such a top-notch [Blizzard Potion]?
In addition, Dick vaguely expected that [Blizzard Potion] would definitely not double his increase, because his physique had further improved.
Therefore, the effect of the potion will be reduced instead.
Unless [Alchemy] reaches a higher level, the effect of the refined potion will be better.
At this moment, Dick is equivalent to having a chance to take [Blizzard Potion] once a day, and the duration is almost three times that of [Blizzard Potion].
Dick felt that the world in front of him seemed to be shrouded in a looming blood-colored filter, and the entire field of vision was blood-red, but an unprecedented sense of joy arose in his heart.
This color seems to suit the occasion?
Isn't this the perfect color for a funeral?
Since Master Jianyi kept saying that he had made so many contributions to Witcher Order, but in the end almost all the demon hunters of the cult were killed, then his funeral should be a little bloody, and the dead souls of the cult must be very satisfied!
He looked at Master in front of him, and a strong bloodthirsty thought suddenly surged in his heart:
He wanted to tear the so-called master in front of him into pieces with his bare hands, just like a wild beast tearing apart its prey with only its fangs and sharp teeth.
Master reluctantly struggled out of the sunken wall, raised his sword, and shouted at Dick, "What on earth are you Monster?"
Dick didn't respond, just stood there and let out a burst of creepy, shrill laughter.
Master felt the hairs on his hair stand on end, and a chill rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
He really couldn't bear the uncomfortable feeling of losing control and being filled with fear, so he decided to use his own unique skill to press the box.
Master suddenly tore open his leather armor and threw it aside.
In the center of his chest, a double layer of fleshy skin around a palm-sized round eye slowly opened, staring at Dick with that terrifying gaze.
On the opposite side, Dick no longer let out that frightening laugh. Instead, he lowered his head and began to slowly twist and struggle in place, as if his surroundings were covered with invisible glue, holding him firmly in place, unable to move.
"Hahaha!" Master laughed proudly,
"Dick, do you think I can be killed so easily by a young boy like you after living for hundreds of years?
"I have long since implanted the results of my advanced monster technology into my body. The eyeball on my chest is pieced together from the organs of five top monsters. It took a lot of mana to refine it successfully.
"It can lock you in place. How about it? Now you can taste the feeling of despair?"
Dick slowly raised his head again, with that scary smile still on his face, and at the same time let out a burst of wild laughter.
The laughter was like the weird laughter made by a clown in a circus after successfully teasing the audience. It was both crazy and funny.
He smiled again and said lightly:
"I lied to you, old bastard."
As soon as he finished speaking, Dick bent his right leg backwards, making a starting posture, and swung his hands violently. A network of cracks appeared on the soles of his feet, leaving only an afterimage on the spot.