A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

But the whip is invisible and you never know when it will come.

Even with Thomas's spiritual field, he couldn't do two things at once. When facing Little Bahador, he didn't have much time to deal with the whip.

If you focus on the whip... then little Bahado is no savior! His punches and kicks, especially his grappling skills, are not to be ignored.

Once you are entangled by the little Bahador, there is no way to dodge even if you know the attack trajectory of the whip.

The two fought repeatedly, and Thomas was unable to adapt and was forced to retreat repeatedly.

I feel that although the opponent's martial arts are weird, they are really powerful.

Fortunately, the whip required a lot of space to swing. It was also because of this that the Star-Moon Cultists around didn't dare to intervene.

After all, if you are not careful, you may end up doing more harm than good.

This is a metal whip. Even a light hit will tear off a large piece of flesh.

The surrounding environment changed again, and it became a desert without me noticing.

The setting sun overhead, the surroundings utterly empty. Every casual step would stir up a cloud of yellow sand.

Every time the whip missed, sand flew everywhere.

Thomas fought back from time to time, but his attacks were becoming less and less frequent, and he was at a disadvantage.

He was secretly surprised, but he didn't know that the other party was even more surprised.

Little Bahador had seen the people in these wolf dens, so he knew the level of the alpha wolf in these wolf dens.

In other words, they were only slightly stronger than ordinary elites. Calling them mid-level elites was an exaggeration.

But what's going on with this guy in front of me?

He originally thought that he could defeat the opponent in three or five rounds.

But now... it's been dozens of rounds, and I still can't defeat this person?

This is a bit nonsense.

This guy... I'm afraid he's not a mid-level elite, but a peak elite... No, it can even be said that he's half a step away from being a protector of the country!

To deal with this guy, I'm afraid I have to use my ultimate move.

He no longer hesitated and attacked with all his strength.

Thomas took a few steps back, avoiding the attack, just as he had done before. This was a wilderness, nothing special, but plenty of room to maneuver.

But this time, something was different.

The whip suddenly swept across the ground.

Thomas didn't want to get entangled, so he had no choice but to jump up.

Little Bahador suddenly exerted force with his feet.

There was still some distance between them, but in the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Thomas.

"Die!" he roared, his hands curled into eagle claws and struck down.

Chapter 161: Peripheral 7

What everyone saw was two people fighting each other at close range.

Thomas's one-handed claw attack on Little Bahador.

The two sides passed each other in an instant.

After landing, Thomas jumped away.

Little Bahador seemed to stay where he was, not chasing after him, but just a little bit incredulous.

In such a short time, Thomas had already run some distance.

Several of his men tried to give chase, but after a few steps they spotted a man and a woman dressed as mercenaries approaching from a distance. They were clearly there to provide support.

Little Bahador didn't say anything, so he stopped hesitantly.

The surrounding scenery changed again, from a sky full of yellow sand to a pitch-black night. There seemed to be ghostly shadows moving in the distance, which was indescribably weird and terrifying.

The figures of Thomas and the other three disappeared into the night.

Little Bahador looked hesitant.

This move just now was a sure win. But...

"Sir, why did you let him go?" a subordinate beside him couldn't help but ask. "But he is a hidden danger."

"I was careless." Little Bahador said calmly, "But I won't do it again next time. We don't lack this opportunity."

"Who was that person just now?"

"I'm afraid it's a master from the Wolf's Den," said Little Bahador. "The Wolf's Den has invested heavily in dealing with Malovit this time. Killing him is easy, but keeping him alive wouldn't be a bad idea either."

It can be used as cannon fodder to consume Marlowit's strength.

Everyone stopped talking.

"And I injured that man just now. His wounds will never heal again." Little Bahador said. "Let's go."

He waved his hand and had the body dragged away and cremated on the spot.

Things haven't even started yet and there have been losses, and the losses are greater than expected, which makes him feel quite bad.

In addition, the guy who was thought to be able to be captured at any time actually escaped.

This time, dealing with Malovit is becoming more and more interesting...

Little Bahador knew that he should adjust his mindset and not completely have the idea that "while the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman benefits".

The Christian Knights and the Perun Order were too numerous and powerful for him to defeat.

Small forces like the Wolf's Den may not have many people, but they are all elites and should not be underestimated.

If the Star-Moon Cultists expect others to consider the overall situation, they will only be asking for trouble.

It turns out that others don't consider the overall situation.

The few people from the Wolf's Den just now have clearly explained the attitudes of these forces.

If you have a grudge, you must take revenge; if you have a vengeance, you must take revenge, and revenge should not be taken overnight.

Really... a bunch of ungrateful guys!

Don’t you know that Malovit is our real enemy and that we should concentrate our precious fighting power on dealing with Malovit at this moment?

The Star-Moon Cultists are just using some tricks and gimmicks. Is it really necessary to pursue them so relentlessly and without giving up?

"Well, from now on, let me be the third party who picks the fruits."

As for the wolf leader just now, little Bahador didn't think too much about it.

Because the damage caused by the previous attack is irreparable. The power of Little Bahador is a terrible curse to the enemy.

It would have been fortunate for him if he had died in the siege of Marlowet.

Because if he didn't die, that would be tragic.

Within half a year, he died miserably under the erosion of the curse.

On the other side, Thomas chose to retreat.

The main reason was that Little Bahador's side was indeed outnumbered and powerful, and Little Bahador himself was also very strong. It would be impossible for him to take it down in a short time.

In fact, it’s okay in a one-on-one situation, but what if there are dozens or hundreds of people rushing towards you, or shooting guns and bows and arrows indiscriminately?

Well, Thomas could only run. And he ran in a very awkward manner.

In fact, even if two people are fighting one-on-one, it will take at least a thousand moves to decide life and death.

In that case, it would be better to retreat gracefully as soon as possible.

The last time he met Ali, he learned from Ali that Bahadur Jr. was a very strong fighter, even stronger than Ali.

There is no need for a real fight, just a face-to-face encounter will make Ali admit defeat.

I didn’t quite believe it at the time, but now I feel that there is no false reputation.

There were five more claw marks on the back of Thomas's hand.

This was no small matter, as Thomas had defensive bracelets on him.

When facing the Beast Demon Lord, the Beast Demon Lord did not move and let Thomas chop him, but Thomas was unable to leave any scars on the other party.

In other words, when little Bahador's five fingers turn into eagle claws, the power of this grab is stronger than the full-strength slash of the magic sword in Thomas's hand?

Even though the power of the defense bracelet is not as strong as the original beast demon lord...

This is already an exaggeration!

No wonder he chose to fight with his bare hands... because the lethality of his bare hands was no less than that of metal weapons.

Of course, a normal flesh and blood body couldn't do this. Or perhaps, this was the extraordinary power of Little Bahador.

As for that metal whip...it should be a magical weapon.

It's the same as the magic sword in Thomas's hand.

But it is obviously far better than the magic sword.

It even made Thomas unconsciously think of Doctor Octopus in his past life.

There was a strong pain on the five scratches.

In addition to the surface skin being broken, the flesh around the wound is swollen and the skin is bulging outward.

Not the kind that can be ignored.

It is also not easy to use medicines such as bandages on the back of the hand because it will make it difficult to use the hand flexibly after applying the medicine and bandage.

But there is nothing I can do.

"Your hand is injured." Eva beside him also noticed the injury on the back of Thomas' hand.

"It's okay." Thomas shook his hand nonchalantly, as if throwing something away.

By the time the hand stopped, the back of the hand was already clean and new skin had grown at the wound site. If you didn't look closely, you couldn't tell that the injury had occurred there just a few seconds ago.

Of course, a lot of divine power is consumed in secret.

With the magic compass given by Gandalf, I really have a great advantage in this nightmare maze.

It was difficult for others, but Thomas could easily judge the direction.

The house where the Snow Wolf is stationed can be seen in front.

Thomas stopped suddenly.

Something is coming!

In the spiritual field, I felt something flying slowly towards me. When I focused my attention and looked carefully, I saw a bird.

Thomas' heart skipped a beat when he saw a rolled-up piece of paper tied to the bird's leg.

Normally, Gray Wolf, currently leading his team deep into the Nightmare Maze, wouldn't have the time or luxury to text. Besides, the Wolf's Den's strength is limited, and the number of people is really small. Unless absolutely necessary, he probably wouldn't send a message.

Damn, it looks like the situation is not good!

"Change clothes!" Thomas made a decisive decision, and immediately took out the knight's robe from his backpack.

Of course, he didn't even read the letter and just crumpled it up and threw it away.

Chapter 162 The Nightmare Comes

The skinny old man sat calmly in the basement.

It was a fairly large space, with a pool of water in the middle of the room.

At this moment, magical light enveloped the water, reflecting the distant scene.

One could clearly see the birth and death of nightmares, proving that this land was now under the influence of the gods.

This feeling... this feeling of planning everything to the end and finally being just one step away from success... is actually really good.

It’s like that moment on the battlefield when the outcome has been decided but the fighting is still raging.