The Disqualified Young Master Will Not Bow to the Villainous Female Lead

So the two of them started making a lot of noise on the deck again.

bang——

An explosion was heard from a distance, attracting the attention of the three people.

I saw a ball of fire erupting not far from the dock, and the scene was in chaos.

"Is this part of our job? Do you want to go and take a look?"

"Viggias and I will go down and take a look first. Hell Creek, you continue to keep watch up there."

So the two of them hurriedly got off the boat and went to help.

Although there was a commotion in the distance, people still boarded the ship in an endless stream.

Suddenly.

Hell Creek's keen sense of smell detected a scent of blood.

He immediately lowered his huge head and glanced below.

I saw a man wearing a large cloak, wrapped tightly in a big cloak, just squeezing onto the boat.

The smell of blood emanated from him.

Then Hell Creek dropped from the sky and headed straight for the man.

"Hey! You, turn around and accept the investigation."

The man was caught off guard and was suddenly stunned.

Then he immediately ran off the boat.

Marcus thought he had been exposed.

He had just used magic to create a commotion in the distance to attract attention, and boarded the ship in the chaos, but he didn't expect to be discovered so quickly.

After realizing that he was a feathered dragonborn.

He couldn't help but curse inwardly.

—Damn turkey lizard.

As a result, this sentence was also caught by Hell Creek, who had keen hearing.

"Oh my god, who did you just call turkey?"

Macaston felt something was wrong and immediately ran off the boat.

He pushed through the crowded crowd and rushed out.

Just then, a petite figure ran into me head-on.

"Farrow, are you okay?" Elliot shouted anxiously.

Marcus pushed himself up from the ground.

Suddenly he realized that the person he had just knocked down was actually his student who painted the sunset.

Chapter 86: The Mysterious Bandaged Man

Farlow was walking and talking with Elliot.

He was about to go to the next ship to see the operators he trained.

Because of the conflict that just happened between Claire and Angelina in the private room.

Both Farlow and Elliot sensed danger and no longer dared to let the two of them get close to each other.

Afraid that if they exchanged the wrong glances, the two women would start fighting on the spot.

Therefore, Faro sent Claire to a nearby dessert shop and told her that he would come over after he finished his business.

Angelina and Eve were sent back directly by Elliot.

However, the two had not yet reached the boat.

Then there was an explosion.

There were footsteps and cries everywhere.

In an instant, the two were engulfed by the surging crowd.

The virus called panic spreads rapidly among panicked people.

As Faro was pulling Elliot outside.

He was caught off guard and knocked to the ground by a rushing figure.

"Are you okay, Faro?"

Elliot exclaimed, and quickly pulled him up with one hand to prevent Farlow from being stepped on.

The petite figure finally managed to keep its balance.

He found that the person who bumped into him did not run away, but stood in front of him, as if he was stunned.

At this time.

Hell Creek happened to see from afar that his boss was standing with the dangerous man who smelled of blood.

His boss is in danger!

"Boss, be careful! The man in front of you has blood on his body!"

The hoarse cavity sound is very penetrating.

Even at this moment of noisy voices, Farlow and Elliot could still hear them.

Marcus still remembers what a wonderful spiritual experience the mysterious and psychedelic painting brought him.

He could never forget this feeling.

Seeing Faro at this moment, Marcus seemed to be out of his mind and subconsciously reached out his hand to him.

He wanted to take Faro with him so that he could continue painting for him.

This action was tantamount to an act of aggression in Faro's eyes.

During this period of time, the battle mage techniques he learned from Winnie have been completely engraved in his bones.

When faced with any attack, you will subconsciously counterattack.

As the arm wrapped in bandages and oozing blood stretched out towards him.

Suddenly, a bright light shone in Faro's eyes, and his powerful magic power began to work.

The star pattern circuits flashed and lit up one by one.

Farrow attacked with lightning speed, grabbed his forehand arm, and while performing a joint lock technique, pressed down, forcing the mysterious cloaked man to half-kneel on the ground.

In a flash, the offensive and defensive situations changed!

"Who are you to come near me and what do you want to do?"

Falo's eyes seemed like a different person, and the sharp edge in his eyes could no longer be concealed.

Although he was usually gentle and friendly, he was never a saint.

All along, Faro had been doing all this for the sake of survival, so when he encountered someone who intended to attack him, he was prepared to have his hands stained with blood.

After all, he was a Maximist.

Marcus was immediately awakened by a sharp pain in his arm.

The entire left arm seemed to be clamped by a magic-powered hydraulic clamp and could not move.

Suddenly, Marcus's heart was filled with alarm.

It seemed that Faro had mistakenly thought that he wanted to attack him!

My outfit was already strange. If I hadn't cast a cognitive barrier, I would have been recognized as a wanted criminal long ago.

His strength only allowed him to release a mid-level shielding technique, and at the moment he knocked Farrow down.

Others focused too much attention on Marcus, and his technique was gradually collapsing.

And his struggle with Faro tore apart the broken shielding technique.

Due to the breaking of the technique.

Hell Creek had already recognized the man in front of him. He seemed to have seen him on the wanted list this morning.

"He's the wanted criminal. He's very dangerous! Boss, get out of the way!"

Seeing that his identity was exposed, Marcus no longer hid.

Faro was surprised to find that the arm of the bandaged man in front of him ignored the restrictions of the joints and was actually bent over!

There was a horrifying sound of broken bones, but he acted as if nothing had happened and remained calm.

Pulled his arm back.

This weird fighting method...

Faro's heart was shocked.

He could only think of one person.

The man who was corrupted by the cruelty of the Chaos Lord, Harold.

Ignoring pain, not afraid of death, and able to go against the grain of common sense, he can still fight even without the support of muscles and bones.

Born war maniacs, it seems that after accepting chaos, they have been transformed into machines born specifically for killing.

Just now, I did feel the smell of pollution from him.

Can't go wrong.

This person, like Harold, is a contaminated Chaos believer!

Marcus faced Farrow and flew backward.

Quickly create a safe distance.

His brows knitted together.

I originally thought that this student, Faro, didn't have much close combat ability.

He is just talented in art and magic. After all, their courses probably don't teach wizards self-defense yet.

But why is his fighting skill so strong?

I killed fifteen people yesterday and offered them as sacrifices to Him one after another.

Now Markarus has obtained His blessing of courage, as well as his talent and intuition in combat. Not only has his rank been raised to a higher level, but more importantly, his strength has greatly improved compared to before.

Even if facing a high-level hunter head-on, Markus is confident that he will not be at a disadvantage.

However, when he saw the look in Faro's eyes just now, he really felt threatened.

While he was thinking.

I heard a gust of wind behind me.

"Do you know how my species, the Dakotaraptor, hunts?"

The voice just fell.

When Marcus was in the air, he felt something pressing on his back, and it was extremely heavy.

Then, two sharp sickle-shaped objects tore the muscles at the shoulder blades and tore his tendons.

Blood gushed out and huge pain spread throughout the body like a burning fire.

Farrow's eyes widened.

He saw a huge, feathered half-animal Asian leap onto the back of the bandaged man.

It stretched out its sharp claws that flashed with cold light and cut his back.

"This is......"

Farlow murmured.

"That's the operator I was about to introduce to you. He's from my personal magic army, a rare sub-dragon operator, Hell Creek."