When he tried to fight back again, the figure of the sword master disappeared again.
After repeating it several times, Dick gradually developed three or four wounds on his body.
The host's voice became more and more passionate, and the audience in the stands also let out surprised sighs.
"It seems that our demon hunter Dick can only stop here. From now on, he can only become a beautiful skeleton like me." The host shouted sadly.
But Dick is not worried. With the blessing of Super Self-Healing, even though his wound is bloody, in fact it has already scabbed, and it may be completely healed in half a minute.
He concentrated, turned on Witcher Senses, and closed his eyes at the same time, because he had discovered the weakness of this sword master.
There was a "tick" sound, like the sound of water droplets hitting the ground, but Dick dodged the sword master's attack in advance, then spun his body and swung his elbow forward heavily.
The figure of the Sword Master appeared in the air, with his astonished expression on his face.
Then he was knocked several feet away by Dick Giantification's elbow. He lay on the ground and tried to stand up, but he knelt on the ground again. He was seriously injured by this blow.
Dick held a long sword and came to the Sword Master condescendingly.
"I lost." The orc showed an expression of unwillingness and relief on his face, and his voice was low and hoarse.
"You are very good and a good opponent." Dick put his hand on the sword master's arm and pulled him up.
"I want to know how you found me?"
"It's very simple." Dick pointed at his wound and said, "I scratched you just now, and your blood flow continued due to your vigorous exercise. I found that although your invisibility method can shield everything you are attached to, once the blood is separated from the body, it cannot be hidden from my hearing."
"I see. I am convinced of my defeat. Let me introduce you formally, I am Judiel, a swordsman from the tribe."
He stretched out his hand, and Dick also stretched out his hand.
"My name is Dick. I am a demon hunter. I come from a world where Monster is rampant."
"It seems that your world is almost the same as mine."
The two looked at each other, smiled, and clasped their hands.
Then the sword master waved his hand, turned around and walked towards the iron gate.
"Look, have you seen it? Ladies and gentlemen, the demon hunter Dick actually defeated the master Swordsmanship who had won five games in a row. Let us give you the highest respect."
Cheers and shouts came from the audience again, and then the host said slightly sadly, "But maybe Dick's good luck will end here. Next, we invite our ever-victorious general Minotaur Minotaurus."
Another huge figure appeared in the nearby iron gate. It was five meters tall and strong. It was a tall-born cow with curved horns, an upright body, and hooves at its feet. It was indeed a minotaur. He held a giant ax tightly in his left hand and walked out of the door with a groan.
"Have you seen our majestic legendary warrior? The legendary warrior only wears a pair of Tiny underwear and can challenge anyone without any defense."
And with the appearance of the tauren, the audience on the stage became even more crazy.
Dick With a glance from the corner of his eye, he noticed a skeleton dressed as a woman, roaring and tearing off her shirt, pulling out her bra and throwing it towards the center of the battlefield, shouting the Minotaur's name.
The male skeleton dressed like a gentleman on the side immediately took off the cloak from behind and covered her body, as if this could cover her beauty.
But what hope can a skeleton have?
Dick The corners of his mouth twitched slightly and he looked at the stronger enemy in front of him.
"I will tear you to pieces." The tauren's voice was strong and deep. Then, white air came out of his nose, and finally he made a mooing sound.
A cow's hooves hit the ground and bent slightly. It was beginning to enter a fighting state.
"I will officially announce..." the host just shouted.
"Shut up." Niu Tou shouted loudly.
"Okay." The host's voice suddenly decreased until he was silent.
The tauren started to kick again and looked at Dick.
The next moment, he was galloping towards Dick with his horns pointed forward like an arrow.
Dick immediately turned around and dodged his attack.
The strong wind blown by the tauren due to its rapid speed actually made Dick feel a slight pain on his face.
When the attack failed, the tauren immediately turned around and attacked again.
Dick dodged again, but the tauren's impact speed became faster and faster.
Finally, in a certain round, Dick did not dodge, but was hit by the horns of the sword and slid back several meters.
"Ah, it seems that our demon hunter can only withstand the attack of the tauren. His two consecutive victories were ended by our undefeated general.
"A moment of silence for the demon hunter Dick, and cheers for our tauren hero." Deafening cheers were heard all around again.
Dick slowly raised his head and looked at the demon hunter in front of him with his eyes filled with red mist. At the same time, he smiled from ear to ear.
"You freak, why are you still wearing a mask?"
The tauren yelled and bumped towards Dick again, but this time Dick was very fast, dodged sideways, and swung a blow at the same time, hitting the tauren in the back.
The tauren roared, stopped, turned around and looked at Dick in confusion. "Why did your speed suddenly become faster?"
Dick did not answer, and slashed at the tauren again. The ghostly figure made the tauren only block it with the giant ax in his hand, without the ability to fight back.
The audience on the stage had their mouths open with disbelief on their faces.
"Look, the demon hunter Dick has shown his true strength. If you look closely, his face looks like a clown. This is the master of the demon hunters, Clown Dick!" the host joked casually.
The two fought again, and the tauren yelled and grabbed Dick's sword-holding arm, while Dick took the opportunity to swing his fist and punched the tauren's face, hitting his nose.
The tauren screamed in pain, but also grabbed Dick's arm.
"Haha, you're done." A proud laugh came from the cow's mouth.
"Really?"
Then, in the tauren's horrified eyes, Dick's body slowly grew larger, but his strength was already much greater than him.
This tauren can no longer hold Dick's wrist, which is enough to illustrate the problem.
"Don't you like to compete with me? Then let's have a good competition."
Then, Dick grabbed one of the tauren's horns, and in the next moment, he actually pulled the tauren into the air, and then threw it heavily behind him.
With a "bang", a large bull-shaped pit appeared in the center of the battlefield. The audience on the viewing platform was silent. They were in disbelief. "This... the devil is up there, what happened?"
"Oh my god!" the host covered his mouth and shouted, "I was so scared that my heart almost jumped out, even though I don't have a heart. Look, Dick actually killed the Minotaur..."
Before he finished speaking, the demon hunter on the field rounded the tauren again and slammed it forward.
After that, this action was repeated several times, until Dick felt that the tauren was completely limp and had no power to resist, so he loosened his grip on the horns, released the talents "Blood of Madness" and "Giantification", and looked up at the host.
"Gulu" sounded, and the host swallowed his saliva.
"Can I leave here now?" Dick asked.
"Of course, of course, please open the door immediately and let Dick leave."
"But before I leave, I have a question, why do I have to fight three times in a row? But when I introduced the two people before me, it makes sense that the sword master fought five times to save the tribe, but why did the Six-Armed Tribe win two games and gain freedom? Logically speaking, the number of games he won should not be three or?
"Or are you deliberately making things difficult for me?"
"This, this is actually what Master Bone King means.
"Master Bone King, where are you? Where are you?" Looking at Dick's unkind eyes, the host immediately shouted.
He looked at the guest seats around him, but did not find Mr. Bone King.
In this increasingly tense atmosphere, the iron door next to it opened again, and a tall figure appeared inside, who was an old acquaintance of Dick.
"You are very good." Skeleton King, Bone King. or King Leoric clapped their hands and looked at Dick.
"When I saw that many of the spectators on the field were skeletons, I guessed that you were the ruler of this layer Hell.
"Thank you for exposing me to the spirit of Hell, opening the door to Hell for me and handing me the key, allowing me to come here.
"But why do they call you Master Bone King instead of Skeleton King?"
"Hey, it's not this guy." King Leoric looked at the host on the high platform, "He insisted on everyone calling me Bone King. He said this name was more dignified, so I just let him.
"When I thought about it, I was already called Bone King, so my people couldn't be called Skeleton People and became Bone People.
"I'm curious about how these bone people of yours live their daily lives. I see that some of them are wearing fashionable clothes and are well-groomed."
"Those were nobles during their lives, and they were always immersed in the glory of their lives for them.
"By the way, Dick, do you know what I did to ensure that their vanity is not eliminated?"
"Tell me and listen."
"Among Hell, the most valuable ones are gold coins and Soul Coin, and the Bone People rely even more on Soul Coin, because it can replenish the energy they need, just like humans need to drink water and eat.
"When these nobles who were alive and are now my bones have squandered all the Soul Coin in their pockets, I will generously lend a helping hand and lend them part of the currency, and regularly receive generous rewards.
"Then again, they are grateful to me for this, which makes my rule more stable."
Dick curled his lips and said, "Well, it seems that these people are called bone people for a reason."
"Now, Master Bone King, can I leave here and go to the next level Hell?"
"Not at the moment."
"Why is this?"
"Dick, listen to my explanation."
At this time, the tauren warrior in the center of the fighting arena had stood up unsteadily. He staggered to Bone King and turned to look at Dick: "You are very good. I just didn't get enough sleep last night. I had a bad stomach and had diarrhea for half the night. Let's find time to compete again."
"Don't be embarrassed here." The king kicked the tauren warrior on the butt, "Get out of here."
"Oh, okay, Lord Bone King." Then, the Tauren warrior shook his tail, swayed his body and left here.
"By the way, where were you talking about?" Bone King looked at the witcher.
"You want to explain to me why I can't leave here at this time?"
"Yes, because... you also know, Dick, I made a bet with that despicable guy, and then I was trapped in the human world for several years. When I came back here, some things had changed."
Dick certainly knows who the despicable guy Bone King is.
"Then what happened?"
"Hey..." A long sigh sounded. "I was originally the ruler of this layer Hell--Violence Factor, but because I was trapped in the mortal world for several years, a powerful demon--Soul Undertaker competed for half of my authority to manage this place.
"Now we have begun to fight to obtain the authority of this layer Hell, and at this time, I need your power."
After saying that, Bone King looked at Dick with a "affectionate" expression.
"Master Bone King, don't look at me like that. I'm not interested in bones. Forget it, tell me how to help you?"
"I knew I could rely on you. I made a bet with the guy who called himself Soul Chanter. We were going to have three decisive battles, and the first one was to deploy the legions.
"I might as well tell you that I have lost. Of course, it's not that my ability to command the legion is weak. It's just because I don't have many people under my command that I temporarily organized this kind of confrontation competition."
"Well, I'm listening. Please continue."
"There are two games left and we must win.
"The second game is for each side to send four people for a group duel, and I already have the candidates, namely you, Minotaur Minotaurus, Blademaster Judiel, and the six-armed warrior Zhazha."
"Don't look at me like that, Dick, I'm back for a short time, and there really is no better candidate."
"Okay, I'll help you. So what's the content of the last fight?"
"The last battle will be a one-man fight, and both sides will send out their most elite warriors."
"So the candidate for the final fight is me."
"Yes, originally I wanted to send out Minotaur Minotaurus, but I didn't expect him to be so disappointing."
"Then Master Bone King, why don't you personally defeat that Soul Undertaker?"
"Of course I am sure of defeating him, but he has the authority to generally manage this layer of Hell in his body, which is the godhead. I am worried that the authority will be destroyed by the power of the godhead during the duel with him.
"And the destruction of authority is likely to cause the collapse of this layer of space."