Copy of the reckless man: I can see the status bar

I've opened boxes so many times, so it's acceptable to get something occasionally. It's no big deal.

When it comes to resources, it’s enough to have enough of them. If you have too much, you won’t be able to use it all.

For example, in the battle with the True Demon Queen in the previous copy, the lower-grade spirit veins were almost burned out, leaving only a pitiful hundred or so.

But so what?

Even in the outer Dragon Palace City within the Dragon Mansion, the concentration of spiritual energy is still off the charts, not to mention the inner palace core which is completely undamaged.

Lu Wenwu was already very happy that he could defend the old Dragon Emperor's hometown and preserve so many spiritual veins.

Originally he was thinking of burning all of these.

After putting away the Fuso wood, Lu Wenwu rarely opened his personal panel, ready to check and fill in the gaps.

[ID]: Invincible Tyrannosaurus God of War

[Level]: lv61 (S-)

[Auxiliary occupation]: Spiritual chef

【Body】：9999

[HP]: 1999 8000

[Talent]: Flesh Regeneration, Evil Nemesis, True Vision, A Real Man Does Not Die Naked

[Function method]: Convincing people with virtue and practicing physical training

[Supernatural Power]: Swallowing the sky, eating the earth, roaming in space

[Physique]: God-casting body, Purgatory dragon body

[Skills]: Egg-filled pancake cooking [all-powerful], Sun Domination Fist [all-powerful], Skyfire Thunder Explosion [reach the pinnacle], Fatal Blow [reach the pinnacle], Glimpses of Light [master of the generation], Space Flash [master of the generation], Military Fighting Technique [reach the pinnacle], Gun Mastery [handy], Demonic Spear

[Equipment]: Scarlet Abyss [Pseudo·Myth], Wrath of the Demon King [Pseudo·Myth], Glory War Pattern [Legend], Talisman of Life and Death [Legend]

[Free attribute points]: 0

【Spirit Coins】：135 0811

Eh?

The fatal blow has reached its peak?

Has Space Flash also broken through to the level of a Grandmaster?

When did this happen?

Lu Wenwu scratched his hair and looked back at the text prompts on the system panel.

It took me a long time to figure out what was going on.

The space flash had already completed a breakthrough when he explored the small world of Qingxuan Sword Sect and successfully constructed an ultra-long space channel, but he himself did not pay attention to it.

The fatal blow came when he transformed into an angry dragon and fought for his life with the True Demon Queen.

Similarly, at that time, one of the reasons was that there were too many messages to read, and the other was that I didn’t have the energy to check them carefully.

I just glanced at it casually and left it there, resulting in it being forgotten.

But fortunately, it doesn’t affect anything.

People always become stronger.

The health bar has been greatly strengthened. After transforming into a true dragon combat body, the increase in health is simply exaggerated.

Nearly 20 million HP!

This is definitely unique among the many players on Blue Star, and Lu Wenwu has this confidence.

Haven’t you seen that the Angry Dragon Knight, who is a pseudo-god of the first level, only has 6.8 million health points?

Although this may be related to the fact that he did not bring a mount, even if the increase in power from the dragon mount was taken into account, it would be impossible for him to surpass Lu Wenwu.

Now he is a super blood bull in the true sense of the word!

It has super recovery function!

Lu Wenwu took out his food supplies from his personal backpack and started to make a fire and cook in the settlement room.

After you finish eating the egg-filled pancake, take a good rest and restore yourself to your peak condition.

By that time, Maomao should have completed the practice and mastery of the new skills.

By then, it will be the death day for those bold lunatics who ruined his business!

In the Imperial Capital's safe zone, outside the Death Arena.

Mr. Lan, wearing a well-tailored suit and holding a gentleman's cane, which is standard equipment for gentlemen in old London with a Union Jack, walked out of the newly torn crack.

Behind the crack, there were gusts of cold wind, the howling of ghosts and wolves, and countless evil spirits from the abyss gushed out with heat waves, which seemed to melt and burn the asphalt laid on the ground in an instant.

"Humph!"

Master Lan snorted in dissatisfaction, then poked back with the cane in his hand, and the shrill howl immediately turned into a scream.

Along with the sound of something huge collapsing, the sound of ghosts howling and wolves howling suddenly stopped.

The crutch was waved again, and the space crack suddenly closed, and the monstrous evil energy disappeared without a trace.

The Confucian teacher who had been waiting for a long time hurried over and said, "Master Lan, what are you doing?"

"I went to look for those bastards from the Salvation Army, but they ran away so fast that the place was almost empty when I went there. They only killed a few old immortal gods. What bad luck!"

"Damn it, that evil monk is simply a reincarnated rat. He gave up the secret realm he had managed for so many years."

Mr. Lan brushed the dust and wrinkles off his blazer and muttered a little unhappily.

"I followed the space ripples they left behind all the way to the Endless Abyss, but unfortunately I was stopped by the Abyss Masters in the lower layer. Tsk, I didn't get in. I've been sleeping too comfortably recently, so my claws are a little stiff."

The Confucian Master was sweating profusely after hearing this: "You have a conflict with the Endless Abyss? What is the situation now? Do we need to withdraw our people?"

"No, I just exchanged a few moves and killed a few upper-level Abyss Demon Kings. It's not a big deal."

Mr. Lan waved his hand casually, seemingly not caring at all.

"I have a grudge against a few Abyss Lords down there, so they instigated a few stupid demon kings to attack me. I was just in a rage, so I killed them all."

The Confucian Master was sweating profusely after hearing this: "A life-and-death battle!? You are not injured, right? And you killed several upper-level Abyss Lords. Is this really okay?"

The Lord of the Abyss is a truly powerful god!

Even the weakest abyss masters in the upper layer can become gods!

The real ascension to deity!

It is by no means comparable to those "land immortals" who have not undergone transformation and are pseudo-gods on the blue planet.

"You must be joking. I'll get hurt? I'm the only one who gets to beat others!"

Grandpa Lan glanced at him, took out a small biscuit from his backpack and chewed it with a crunch.

"As long as you are good at fighting, you won't cause diplomatic problems. I think you should have understood this decades ago. I really wonder if your brain has been damaged after so many years in politics."

"Master Lan is right." The Confucian teacher laughed a few times, "What about the Salvation Army? Should we use them?"

As he spoke, he gestured at his neck with his hand and pinched it hard.

When the Savior Army was hiding on Blue Star, Shenzhou was reluctant to take action in order to avoid destruction.

But it becomes much more convenient when they take the initiative to pack themselves up and run away, hiding in the Endless Abyss.

After all, if your own things are damaged, it is a loss, but you won’t feel bad if someone else’s territory is damaged.

It is not difficult to negotiate with some friendly and neutral abyss masters at the national level and send extraordinary people in to hunt. The Endless Abyss itself also encourages extraordinary people to enter.

As long as you can withstand the corruption of demonic energy and the counter-hunting of abyss creatures, it will be fine.

This time, Mr. Lan thought about it seriously for a while.

After a long pause, he finally said, "No need. The income and expenditure are not proportional. It is better to maintain the status quo. The players' rest period is precious. Don't use it if you can. The time spent on cultivation cannot be compensated no matter how many spirit coins you have. Time is priceless."

"Besides."

Having said that, Lan Ye paused, glanced at the deathly silent arena, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly.

"Xiao Wuzi would probably prefer to kill them and smash their heads with his own hands, right? After all, these people tried to overthrow his egg pancake stand, which is his Achilles' heel."

Confucian teacher: “.”

This is difficult for me to comment on.

He had heard that some people's Achilles' heel was their family, some's Achilles' heel was their partners and friends, some's Achilles' heel was their lovers, and some's Achilles' heel was an object.

Like Keanu Reeves' dog, Jason Statham's courier, Liam Neeson's daughter, Poseidon's scabbard, and so on.

But the egg-filled pancake stall is really...

It makes people feel a little uncomfortable.

Lan Ye ate the food in his mouth in two or three bites, tore another space crack, and waved his hand: "Okay, nothing else, I'm going to go back to sleep, see you later."

"What about 'Fifth Brother'?" the Confucian teacher asked hurriedly.

"Don't worry about that. This kid is very tough."

Lord Lan shrugged and disappeared into the space crack.

The Confucian teacher was left standing there in confusion with a melancholy look on his face.

Chapter 297: Colantono, Let Us Fight Together

In the Death Arena, half a month had passed since Lu Wenwu escaped.

Except for the Angry Dragon Knight Morales who was sitting cross-legged in meditation, the others were extremely anxious.

From Lu Wenwu's initial impotent rage after he decisively escaped by entering the dungeon, to his subsequent vicious curses, to his current restlessness, it can only be said that they are in a very tormented state of mind.

On the one hand, they had no doubt that starting the next dungeon immediately without practicing right after leaving the dungeon was definitely a suicidal act.

On the other hand, Lu Wenwu has not come out for such a long time, and they are worried about what should they do if he really walks out of the copy alive?

If the opponent can enter once, he can enter a second time. Even if one day he dies in the copy because of his lack of strength, what if?

What if he was lucky and always encountered the kind of copy that would forcibly deport and give a demotion penalty after failing the settlement assessment?