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

Beads of sweat beaded on Elliot's forehead.

"We shouldn't stay here for long. If we stay here, we will affect the performance of Hell Creek."

"Let's retreat first."

Just now.

Hell Creek suddenly felt something wrong with his claws.

The tendons that he had severed seemed to come alive and were actually reconnecting.

Not waiting for his response.

Marcus turned in the air and kicked Hell Creek with great force, directly kicking him back to the ground.

The latter adjusted his landing posture in time and just took a breath.

Then I felt the danger approaching.

Hell Creek looked up and saw that the bandaged man's clothes had been torn to pieces and stained with blood, and could no longer be worn.

So he tore off all the clothes on his upper body, revealing what he looked like underneath his clothes.

In full view of everyone, his body had been torn into pieces, with only white bones visible, and the flesh inside was slowly squirming.

Like red worms, they surge to fill the gaps between the bones.

Until half of his face was torn off was completely repaired.

Only then did Faro see his face clearly.

"Who are you......."

"....teacher?"

ps: I will only update twice today, don't wait, go to sleep

Chapter 87 Muda Muda

The man in front of him, although Faro had not had much contact with him.

But he could still recognize that this was Marcus, who had been teaching their class the elective art course not long ago.

Marcus was now covered in blood and dirt, and wrapped in tattered bandages.

The half exposed face was extremely horrifying.

The attack from Hell Creek just now scratched his cheek.

The sharp claws tore open the skin, scraping the muscles underneath into a blur, even exposing the bones.

However, at this time he was slowly recovering, looking strange and distorted.

He must be completely different from the serious art teacher yesterday.

As soon as Hell Creek was exposed.

The civilians nearby looked at him with disgust and began to walk out.

It wasn't until Marcus took off his cloak that the eyes of the people around him were focused on him for a moment.

Frightened by this horrific sight, they screamed and ran away in all directions, just leaving a large space for them to evacuate.

at this time.

Viggias and Stoke also arrived at the same time.

"What's going on with this guy?"

Stock yelled at Hell Creek, his nerves already tense, his right hand inserted into his waist pocket, holding the poison dart.

The other operator didn't waste any time, and Viggias chose his position in tacit understanding.

The wind was surging, and the wind element was whistling and swirling. In a blink of an eye, Viggias drew the bow with his left hand and aimed at Markas' head.

The three of them formed a siege and surrounded the Chaos believers.

Hell Creek is strong and powerful, and is responsible for frontal suppression.

Stocker is proficient in Taoist instruments and hidden weapons, and can assist in containment.

Vijias is a half-demon with more magic power than others. He is responsible for long-range sniping and spell output.

Professional mercenary tactics were formed in less than a few seconds, without any communication between each other, relying entirely on tacit understanding.

Markus understood that at this point, battle was inevitable.

The right way is to break out of the siege as soon as possible and escape.

It would be best if we could get a few more people to take the blame and sacrifice them to the Lord of Chaos later.

So, Marcus didn't even think about it and subconsciously lowered his center of gravity...

Whoosh-!

The wind arrow cut through the air and instantly pierced through Markarth's ankle.

"Stay there and don't move."

Vigias said in a low voice, and then cast a binding spell.

The arrow nailed Markas' feet to the ground and brought with it a heavy airflow, making the latter feel as if his feet were filled with lead.

When Marcus looked down, a tall black shadow had already rushed in front of him.

"Don't look around during a fight!"

The sub-dragonborn threw a powerful right hook, and the air shook.

However, Marcus simply took the attack with his arm, then leaned down to dodge and exchanged boxing moves with Hell Creek.

A tiny human was actually fighting with a tall and ferocious dragon!

Both Stoke's poison darts and acid hit him in the back, but Markarth took no notice.

There was no delay between the punches.

Within a few seconds, Hell Creek, which was always famous for its close combat, was actually at a disadvantage.

The diversion and sniping caused by Viggias and Stock were like hitting cotton and had no effect at all.

Logically speaking, with such professional and precise body destruction, he should have lost his combat effectiveness long ago.

This Chaos Follower doesn't care about the limitations of the flesh at all!

Hell Creek was not paying attention and was hit by an elbow from Marcus.

Taking advantage of the moment of stiffness, Marcus grabbed him by the neck and threw him out.

After dealing with the direct threat, he simply broke off two of his own ribs and instantly turned around and threw them out.

Stoke and Viggias were unable to dodge and were stabbed in the arms.

In less than a minute, the elite armed operators were firmly suppressed.

But they are already very strong.

Marcus commented silently in his heart.

If it were three foreign hunters, they would have their necks broken in an instant.

Then, he leaped up based on his fighting instinct.

He rushed to Viggias, who posed the greatest threat to him, blocked the opponent's short bow swing, and directly grabbed his neck.

There are words in his mouth.

The half-demon operator drew the dagger from his waist and stabbed him frantically.

But to no avail.

He felt no pain at all.

Under the cruel blessing, the believers only have the courage and will to fight to death.

However, suddenly.

Marcus's intuition warned him that danger was approaching.

next second.

Purple light flickers.

The deep surges.

A misty blade wrapped in violet flames pierced out from the void.

The blade forged by magic cut through iron like mud and pierced his arm easily.

Followed by.

The void shattered.

A quick glance.

Farrow rushed out from the Abyss.

The blade that pierced the arm slashed downwards, easily cutting off one of his arms.

In the dreamy violet haze, Marcus met Faro's eyes.

Those eyes glowed purple, as bright as fireflies, with a merciless sharpness.

In Faro's view.

As long as you enter the Abyss, everyone's movements will seem ridiculously slow in front of you.

Now, he can stay in there for about ten minutes at a time.

But after all, the Abyss and the reality are two different worlds, so he cannot attack the enemy in the Abyss.

But that's enough.

Marcus reacted swiftly.

The moment his right hand was cut off, he kicked Viggias away, turned around and swung at Faro with his left fist.

"Smash! Wow Ludo!"

Followed by an incomprehensible shout.

Marcus's extremely fast jab missed!

what?

what happened? !

Why did he suddenly disappear?

Marcus's heart was filled with alarm.

"Is it so fast that I can't see clearly......"

He even killed more than a dozen people and performed the most elaborate sacrificial rituals.

Except for the three people who were slaughtered at the beginning, who were regarded by the great prince as bullying the weak and winning unfairly, the remaining dozen people were all warriors above level four.

He was very pleased with the tribute's head and blood, and granted himself a super-strong reaction speed, almost comparable to that of a sixth-level specialized warrior.

How could Faro, a new student, possibly hide away?

Just when I was stunned.

There was another gust of wind.

At some point, Vijias had been thrown more than ten meters away from him.

There is no one around me anymore.

What the hell is going on?!

As a result of receiving the blessing of cruelty, Marcus' character changed from being indecisive to being violent.

"Mu Da Mu Da!"

A clear young boy's voice came from behind.