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Chapter 210 Lesson Gamar

Daza, who left the Seat of the Lord of War, walked on the street leading to the Theater of Sadness from the Seat of the Lord of War. He was confused at the moment. The Lord of War just played a game of chess with him, and then threw him a steel ring Then he was asked to return to the promotion fortress.

This was a bit awkward for him.

He was sure that the military master must know his situation, but the other party still wanted him to return to the promotion fortress. It seemed that the consul had contacted the military master.

"Forget it, anyway, I have finished visiting the entire Maldraxxus, even the Seat of the Lord of War, and now there is no problem returning to the promotion fortress."

Dasa turned his head and looked at the towering statue of the military master sitting behind him, sighed and shook his head slightly.

Before leaving, he planned to go to Stradama's small shop to exchange the books he borrowed from the other party.

It's just that when he arrived at the entrance of this small shop today, he saw that Kaikosus was confronting an abomination, and the quarrel between the two sides became more and more intense, even gradually evolving towards a fight.

Dasa, who didn't want to be nosy at first, had no choice but to step forward to stop the conflict that was about to escalate.

"If you have a conflict, go to the gladiatorial arena in the Theater of Sadness and fight. Don't conflict in this non-combat area."

Daza stepped between the abomination and Caikosus and pushed them away.

"Who are you? Oh! That Grian! You'd better not meddle in your own business, otherwise, I'll smash you with me today."

The abomination recognized Daza, but there seemed to be something wrong with his head, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with speaking to a champion of the theater of grief like this.

"I said, are the brains of these stitch monsters so bad?"

Daza frowned when he heard the words of the abomination, and looked at Kaikosus who was aside.

"What kind of brains do you expect this group of guys stitched together from a pile of rotten meat to have?"

Kekosus looked at the abomination and didn't have a good face.

"Oh, that's true. It's true that I made things difficult for the other party. Huh?"

Before Daza could finish his words, his body turned to one side, and a heavy punch came down from the sky and landed on the position where he was just standing.

"Hey, let me say. You bastard, do you want to fight me?"

Daza half-closed his eyes and looked at the hatred that had punched the ground and hadn't taken it back. Now he didn't want to pay attention to why Kekosus would conflict with him.

Now, he was just thinking about whether to tear down this abomination.

"what!"

This abomination answered Dasa's question with practical actions. It can be said that fighting on the streets of Maldraxxus is commonplace. Here, the bigger the fist is the rule, the bigger the fist is, the more stable the rules will be.

Loathing, he punched Dasa intentionally and moved towards where Dasa was at the moment. It was impossible for an attack of this level to hit Dasa. He just turned his body slightly to avoid the opponent's heavy blow.

Then he raised his foot and kicked on the inside of the opponent's right thigh, disabling the hateful right leg with one blow. This counterattack was only the beginning.

Dasa took off the sword and gun behind his back, and held the gun barrel with both hands towards the head of the abomination, so fast that the other party had no time to react.

puff!

Like a fountain, dirty blood gushed out from the opponent's severed wound.

Dasa chopped off the abomination's head with a single blow.

"Chop suey, just chop suey."

Dasa kicked the hated head that was cut off by him to the distance, and at this moment, a more special hated caught the hated head kicked by Dasa in the distance,

"Who is it! The one who dares to touch me!"

"I."

Dasa's gaze met this special hatred, and he could feel from it that this guy was simply looking for something to do with him.

"How are you going to solve this?"

This particular abomination looked at Dasa with a big belly and a ferocious face.

"How am I going to solve this matter? What kind of joke are you talking about! Didn't you see that this guy provoked me first?"

Daza looked at the monstrosity.

"Grian! If you have the courage, shall we have a good fight at the Theater of Sadness? Also, remember my name, I am the great Gammar."

Gamal looked down at Daza and said confidently.

"clown."

After Dasa finished speaking, he headed towards the Theater of Sadness. For this kind of guy who can't recognize himself, he is undoubtedly a clown-like character.

The reason why Gamal chose Dasa is very simple. He needs to make a name for himself in the entire Maldraxus as soon as possible. Nothing can increase his reputation more than defeating a theater champion in the theater of mourning. up.

The reason why Daza was chosen was because he had won the title of champion, and secondly, he was a Grian.

Gamal believed that no matter how powerful Dasa was, he belonged to the Fortress of Promotion after all, and Maldraxxus was not his home after all.

Therefore, even if he offended him, the other party would not do anything to him.

The guy with his own plan went to the Theater of Sadness like this.

After both sides reported to the arena, a gladiatorial match was soon arranged, and Dasa also made the gladiatorial match extremely lively because of his title of theater champion.

After seeing Dasa and Gamal going to duel in the Theater of Sorrows, Kaikosus called Akalek, and at the same time ruled Stradama and went to the Theater of Sorrows together, for his Gerry En friend cheer up.

"It's still too late for you to apologize to me and admit defeat, Grynn."

Gamal was still going ahead with his plan, and he was still trying to provoke Dasa.

"What a noisy guy."

Dasa adjusted his state, looked up and down the big man, he was thinking about where he should cut the knife, so as to tear this suture monster into pieces as quickly as possible.

Originally, he planned to return the book to Stradama, and then set off to return to the promotion fortress, but this ugly guy made his return trip so bad.

Now that you're in a bad mood, let this idiot use his dirty blood to appease that anger!
The duel begins.

Dasa was ready for a quick battle. He charged forward with a sword and gun at an extremely fast speed, and the sharp blade pierced Gammar's body, and each blow could open a wound on the opponent's body.

All creatures feel pain and feel fear; but constructs and stitch monsters don't feel pain, and they don't feel fear because of it.

"Are you tickling me, Kyrian!"

Laughing, Gamal swiped at Daza with his bone cleaver, a blow that nearly sent Daza into the sand.

A heavy, heavy blow.

Although Dasa blocked the blow with his sword and spear sideways, he was also shocked by the blow.

After Gamal slashed Daza's knife, he wanted to strike again, but his slashing speed was too slow, and Daza snatched it first.

Dasa still has a lot of experience in dealing with enemies that are bigger than himself, and he can fully grind after the opponent's ability to move is limited.

Having made up his mind, he prioritized the target on Gammar's legs.

Since the stitch monster doesn't feel pain, all he has to do is to attack continuously, just kill the opponent directly in one go!

Daza, who had determined the way of fighting, was like an unrestrained wind, coiling around Gamal, and the performance of this abomination did not exceed Daza's expectations.

Gammar, who was as stupid as a stupid cow, didn't touch him once until his legs were removed and he lost his ability to move.

Looking at Gamal who had lost his legs and could only crawl on the sand, Dasa knew it was time to end this boring duel.

"Come here! Get closer! Let me chop you!"

Gamal stared at Dasa who was getting closer, one hand was still supporting his fat body and continued to arch forward, while the other was holding a meat cleaver and waving it wildly.

"Useless struggle is really boring."

Dasa nimbly dodged the opponent's chaotic slashing, and came to his neck. With a light wave of the sword and gun in his hand, he cut off the thread of sealing the corpse on the neck.

As the sutures fell off, Gamal's huge body was completely motionless, and his noisy voice finally disappeared.

It was quiet at last.

After Daza cut Gamal's suture, he headed towards the exit of the arena without looking back. The victory of this battle did not exceed his expectations.

"Our champion once again proved with his strength why he is the champion!"

The voice on the commentary continued, and the cheers from the audience continued, but none of that had anything to do with Daza.

"Your book, I brought it to you."

After Dasa found Stradama, he returned the package of books to him.

"You can follow me to pick up the books you want to read next."

Stradama took the package from Dasa without checking. She believed that the other party kept her book well.

"No need, Stradama, just give me a book list, I'm going to go back to the promotion fortress to read it,"

Dasa declined Stradama's kindness, and told the friends Maldraxxus knew that he was going back.

"Okay, I'll give you a book list, you'll read it well over there."

Stradama didn't feel sad because Dasa was going to leave, because it was unnecessary, and she also believed that this unwilling Kyrian would return to Maldraxxus sooner or later.

"It's a pity. Once you leave like this, I will lose a good opponent."

Kekosus smiled at Dasa.

"Heh, you'd better practice well, don't wait until the next time I come to you, you will still look the same. Then I will beat you to the teeth."

Daza patted Kekosus on the shoulder with a smile after listening to the other party's words.

"It seems that you have a good chat with the soldier master, Dasa. You are Kyrian. In the final analysis, if you want to become stronger, you have to follow your Kyrian training."

Akalek looked at Dasa with the same indifferent expression.

"Is this what the soldier asked you to tell me? Well, I understand. I will give it a try when I go back and learn how to cultivate myself."

Dasa vaguely guessed that this Akalek had an unusual relationship with the military master, and now it seemed that the other party should be the most trusted eyes and ears of the military master.

In this way, it is no wonder that he will become the Marquis of the Academy of Sharp Eyes.

After saying goodbye to everyone, Dasa went to the waypoint stone leading to Olympus.

Olympus, the sanctuary of the Shadow Realm.

This place is still as lively as ever, souls from all walks of life finally gather here, and souls who travel to and from various areas of the Shadow Realm also shuttle here and there, and there are brokers who come from nowhere and sell them to these souls. of goods.

"Dasa! Hey! Long time no see."

De Vos saw an acquaintance on duty here today, and walked up happily.

"Oh, Devos. I just got back from Maldraxxus."

Because of his face blindness, Dasa looked at the other party for a long time before he recognized the other party.

"Madraxxus, you actually went there? My God, what do you think?"

DeVos said in surprise after hearing this.

Her knowledge of Maldraxxus is limited to the fact that it is a place where a group of guys who are keen on war and fighting gather. Even though it is the garrison of the army that guards the safety of the entire Shadow Realm, it is still unavoidable that she has some feelings about it. bias.

"I'm just going around the various parts of the Shadowlands, that's all. No big deal, is it?"

Dasa felt nothing about it.

"Have you finished the transfer?"

DeVos looked at him curiously.

She has been in the Shadow Realm for so long, and has been living in the promotion fortress except for a few occasional visits to the Blazing Wilderness. The curiosity of intelligent creatures about the outside world made her full of interest in Dasa's journey.

"Almost, except that I haven't been to the Devouring Abyss, I've visited all the other areas."

Dasa nodded.

"Including Revendreth?"

DeVos asked cautiously.

"Including Revendreth."

Dasa nodded.

"My lord! You are absolutely mad!"

Although De Vos said that Dasa was crazy, her expression was full of longing for Dasa's journey this time.

"I know you are full of curiosity about my journey. I am going back to the promotion fortress now. We can go back and talk again. After all, you are still on duty, aren't you?"

Daza felt her curiosity about other areas of the Shadowland from De Vos's words, but there is indeed a lot of time for chatting now.

"You're right, I should look for you after the break. So that's it, I'll look for you immediately after my duty is over. Of course, you can come to me if you have any difficulties in cultivation after you go back."

DeVos nodded, and after talking to Dasa, he turned and went to work.

Dasa also finished his chat with De Vos, and went to the road sign stone leading to the promotion fortress in Olympos.

After passing through the magical space, we finally arrived at the familiar golden field.

"I'm back."

Daza looked at the blue sky above his head and those floating regional buildings, and let out a long sigh of relief.

For a long time to come, he will be promoted to the fortress.

Self-cultivation!
(End of this chapter)