Chapter 39: Be careful of being struck by lightning!

"Tm! I almost capsized in the gutter!" The dust disappeared, and the old otaku patted his butt as if nothing had happened and stood up!

"You, what are you?" Mishanil, who thought he had won, turned around and grew his mouth in surprise.

"Why am I okay?" The old otakus spat out a hard saliva and spit out the gravel in his mouth. "That's because I didn't kill him at all!"

Denira's armor only reflects the opponent's physical attack and cannot actively attack the opponent. Therefore, the greater the opponent's attack power, the more fierce the reflection will be! The old otakus did not want the opponent's life, so he did not use too much strength. But in this way, the power reflected on him will be insignificant to him!

"I said why are you so confident! Denira's armor, right?" Through the hidden communicator on your wrist, Tessa had already told him the other party's information in its entirety, "I actually used such a foul thing! I used to think you were just a little thicker-skinned, but now it seems that you are shameless!"

"No, no!" Mishanier made up his narcissistic hair, which had become somewhat scattered. "The so-called rules are used to restrict an ugly existence like you! Beautiful men will be allowed no matter what they do!"

"Are you handsome?" the old otaku sneered coldly.

"Yes! Everything in this world will inevitably die!" Mishanil smiled like a philosopher, "Beauty! Only beauty is the eternal and immortal truth! For example - the beautiful me! I am the truth, everything I do is reasonable!"

"Then I will slap your arrogant nose as flat as your face! Do you still look beautiful or not!" The old otakus felt chill! Narcissism to this point - this has changed to be perverted, right? Although Abrody also kept his monster on his lips all day long, he really had a few tricks after all! But this guy...

"Jealousy is terrible!" Mishanil shrugged, "It will blind people's eyes and make people unable to recognize how powerless you are! You should stay there and enjoy my gorgeous dance posture!" As he said that, he waved his sword again like dancing!

"The third time!" The old otakus muttered to himself, a clear look flashing in his eyes took a step, and then he swayed in front of Mistanil's eyes more than ten steps away!

Teleport!

This is Gerald's specialty. The old otakus thinks Gerald's teleportation is much more convenient than Ainius' short-range space transmission!

The opponent suddenly appeared in front of him disrupted the rhythm of Mishanil's attack! His hand that had already waved suddenly bent back to the sword at an extremely strange angle!

"But that's it!" The old otakus squatted with his knees and sneered, lifted his left hand to squish his opponent's arm, and his right hand slammed his palm upwards on Mistanell's sharp chin!

——Bajiquan small frame! Progressing single-yang cannon!

Attacking the body will be reflected, but you are not wearing a helmet!

Well... no matter how strong it is, no matter how hard it is, no matter how hard it is, the brain is always soft! In various fighting skills, there are actually such tricks to attack the chin. Whether it is under stress horizontally or vertically, the attacking chin will cause severe shock to the brain due to the principle of leverage! What kind of state will the water inside suddenly be shaken by a kettle full of water be like? No need to say more?

Originally, the single-yang cannon was to step sideways to avoid the attack while suddenly approaching the enemy for weak attacks. The old otakus just changed the sideways to teleportation.

Mishanil's head was suddenly raised by this heavy palm, and something seemed to explode in his mind! The consciousness turned blank in an instant. Not to mention thinking about how to fight back, he couldn't even make the most basic reaction now! But because of the effect of the puppet magic array, his hand was still wielding at an ergonomic angle as if it was controlled by something! However, the sword had no effective attack method for the opponent who was already close to him. Instead, his wrist was easily grasped by the old otaku!

"Damn! A puppet is a puppet! I'll teach you how to be good. At this time, knocking with the hilt of the sword is much more effective and faster than attacking with the blade!" The old otaku smiled and pulled his grasped wrist and then followed the trend!

"Ah..." The severe pain caused by the folding of the arms and wrists at the same time made Mishanier scream like a woman, and the long sword in his hand slid down involuntarily!

The old otakus let go of his hand and caught the long sword that had not yet landed. He smiled and looked at Mishanil, who was staggering backwards. He had the ability to knock down the opponent with one blow, but this was too cheap. He had already thought about how to deal with this narcissistic and disgusting guy!

"You! You dare to slap me in the face? You dare to touch the face of a handsome man with your dirty hands? You dare to blaspheme my beauty so much? An rude!" Mishanier roared angrily, but the reason for his anger was really unrecognizable.

"You'd better think about what to do next!" The old otaku proudly put the long sword in his hand gorgeously and gloriously. Gaoli's sword skills are rare in the world! "Let me think... well... the spell of the puppet magic circle should be this sentence? 'Enjoy my gorgeous dance posture'!"

"My sword!"

"Now it's my sword!" The old otakus held the sword in both hands and made an attack ready posture, "Well... although we are not interested in gorgeous things, we should say something! - Enjoy my gorgeous dancing postures!"

Before he could wait for surprise, Mishanil reacted, the old otaku shot over like an arrow leaving the string!

"Don't..." Facing the shaky sword, Mishanil no longer had the strength to maintain his calmness and elegance, and his arms instinctively blocked in front of him and let out a shrill scream!

"?" But after waiting for a long time, the sharp sword blade expected to be applied to him. Mishanier put down his trembling hand a little in shock - there was nothing in front of him!

"Hu..." I didn't think about why this was, and I thought I could escape the disaster, and Mishanil breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's too early to feel at ease now, right?" Feng Kan's lazy voice came from behind.

"Hmph! I knew you didn't dare to attack!" Mishanil returned to his original calmness in a calm state, turned around and cleaned his hair with the signature feminine movement, "I'm wearing Denira armor! Any attack will be reflected on the attacker! It seems that you, an ugly guy, still have a little wisdom!"

"Is it...?" the old otakus teased with a sneering smile.

"Play!"

Mishanil wanted to say something else, but after a crisp sound, the wrist guard in his hand spread out from the connection and fell to the ground happily!

“!?”

Mishanil was stunned. Before he could figure out what was going on, he made a "pa" and "pa" sound all over his body!

"How……"

"Ji Lala"

The trilayered open-winged shoulder pad on the left shoulder happily left his shoulder...

"Dingbang!"

Next is the right shoulder trilayer open-wing shoulder pad, then the armor skirt, chest plate, arm guard, abdominal circumference, leg guard, knee guard...

Amid the dense sound of metal interlacing, the extremely gorgeous Denira armor gradually broke away from his body one by one!

"!"

Denira's armor can indeed reflect direct physical attacks, but the fragile and subtle connection of the armor does not have this ability! The old otakus swung dozens of swords just now when he was wrong, and each sword was just right in proportion! While cutting the connection of the armor, it did not touch the other party's body at all!

"Crash!"

The gorgeous armor completely left Mistanil's body, revealing the inside...

“…”

More than 50,000 people in the audience were silent, and there seemed to be a group of crows flying by on their heads!

"Damn..." The old otakus was so happy.

Mistanil, wearing armor, looked so burly and strong, but the armor was covered with a thin bamboo pole figure! This guy, who was nearly two meters tall, had a waistline that was not as thick as an old otakus…

"Hahaha!"

A thunderous hilarious burst out in the Central Arena!

“Ah hahaha”

Lina covered her stomach and stomped her feet while pointing at Mishanil, who was stunned in the center of the venue, burst into laughter without any image!

"Maybe it's a bit too much!" Tessa covered her mouth and tried her best to control herself, but she also laughed and burst into tears.

"Hmph! He is asking for it!" Although Cocoli's performance was not as exaggerated as Lina, she also smiled so hard that she fell back and forth.

"Puff!" The old otakus inserted the sword in his hand to the ground, clenched his fist and walked towards the panicked Mishanil with a smile.

"You...what do you want to do?" Mishanil is really eye-catching now! He shrank his neck and hugged his shoulders and cried with a sad face like a little Red Riding Hood who was lost in the forest.

"Well... we have sworn!" The old otakus stood in front of him with an evil smile, "I want to slap your proud nose as flat as your face!"

"What..." Before he could ask questions, Mishanil's pupils filled with horror showed a fist that was as big as a sandbag to a larger size...

“Bao…”

"Remember it in the future!" The old otakus put a hand on his lips and shouted at Mishanil who was still flying in the air, "Don't pretend to be b! pretend to be b and be struck by lightning!"
Chapter completed!