The difference is that the blood color in the lake is getting darker and heavier.

Karen also had to admit that Rasma's fighting style... indeed looked more enjoyable than his grandfather's.

This exquisite sense of punching to the flesh is enough to rise to an aesthetic of violence.

"Boy, do you know what makes me most angry?"

"Please enlighten me, sir."

"I'm very good at fighting. I have confidence. I can be the strongest in the same realm." At this point, Rasma sighed deeply, "But your grandpa has always beaten me in the realm."

.”

Karen echoed: "Grandpa, he is really too much."

"Yes, when I was still working hard for one fragment of the godhead, he condensed three of them, as if he was humiliating me."

"Sir, my grandfather probably doesn't mean this..."

"Well, he didn't even bother to humiliate me."

Karen: "..."

Rasma lowered her head, looked below, and said: "This dragon will not die, but she should learn a lesson; in addition, although I also know how to erase a person's relevant memories, the dragon's brain, although it occupies

Her body proportions are not high, but she is really big. It would be too tiring to erase her memory.

So, let's just let her soul be struck by lightning every time she thinks about today's events in the future, which can also have the effect of sealing the memory.

Whoever dares to read her memory will let her soul perish in the lightning strike."

"So that's it."

"Don't worry, I won't erase your memory. After all, your grandfather may be watching here right now."

"Um...I'm not worried about that."

"hehe……"

Rasma's expression became a little cold.

Karen was also a little helpless. When his grandfather was involved, the former high priest always showed a glassy heart.

Rasma came to Karen's side, reached out and grabbed Karen's shoulder, exerting a slight force:

"Huh? Your physical fitness is surprisingly good. How do you do it?"

"Maybe it's because I usually pay more attention to diet..."

"You are indeed much braver than that dragon. Tsk tsk. If Vic wasn't with you, I would definitely torture your grandson in front of your grandpa today."

"As long as you make progress and gain something, I am willing, sir."

"Not bad. Next, you should behave well. This is my inspection of you."

"Inspection?"

"If you pass the examination, I will accept you as my student."

Karen: "..."

Being your student is not a good thing.

My own future and development have been well planned by myself and Neo. If I add the title of Rathma student, it really means not only having to overthrow everything, but also the new.asxs.

It will become a negative value, just like Vick, who lost directly at the starting line before even competing.

"Huh?" Rasma seemed to have understood something from Karen's reaction, and immediately said, "Okay, I didn't think it through well. Let's do it this way. If you don't perform well enough or be outstanding enough in the next assessment,

, I will accept you as my student; and, I will announce this to the public and let everyone know.

If you are good enough and so good that I am embarrassed to be your teacher, then I will not announce this matter.

Although this reward sounds a bit strange, assessment always requires some incentives, right?

Since the forward approach doesn’t work, let’s do the reverse approach, haha.”

"grown ups……"

"Come on, it's almost done, we can start."

…

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

"Little Rasma, yes, that's it, beat him, beat him, beat him hard, meow!"

Pu'er, who was sitting on Rasma's shoulder, kept waving his claws and commanding Rasma's clone to continue beating Valotti.

Valotti was very strong. If he wasn't strong, he wouldn't have dared to assassinate the chief bishop's family alone. He also inflicted heavy wounds on the chief bishop that could not be healed.

But now, he feels like a joke.

His body was inexplicably frozen at first, and when he woke up and broke through the restraint, the cat that he had originally caught in his hand actually fell into the hands of that person.

Next, that person began to attack him. The defense he had finally set up seemed to the other person like building blocks stacked by a child. They fell apart with a slight push.

The opponent can hit him hard every time, but his attacks are easily dodged by the opponent again and again.

The battle turned into a one-sided crushing from the beginning, but after the fight reached a certain level, the opponent obviously showed some restraint, as if he only focused on aggravating his own injuries but no longer thought about killing himself.

In other words, the other party didn't want to rush to kill him in the first place. He just started to attack harder because he believed that he would not die so easily. But now, he began to make a measure on a scale.

This feeling of being manipulated throughout the whole process made Valotti very frustrated.

"boom!"

Valotti stood up unsteadily from the ruins. Bones appeared in many places on his body. At this time, Rasma also stopped.

"Little Rasma, why don't you just kill him?" Pu'er asked.

Rasma didn't answer.

"This clone of yours can't speak, so where is your talking one now?"

"Here."

The second Rasma's figure appeared, and beside him stood Karen.

"Oh, my little Karen, are you scared? The cat is here, you don't have to be afraid."

Pu'er immediately jumped up and tried to jump into Karen's arms, but Rasma cut him in the middle, caught Pu'er, and moved to the outer position.

Rasma looked at Valotti and said:

"Defeat him, and I'll give you a chance to live."

Valotti asked: "Do you mean what you say?"

Rasma nodded and said: "Of course, I, Teixin, will keep my promise throughout my life."

"Okay, I promise you." Valotti smiled, "I'll try to get someone with a backrest."

Obviously, he didn't believe that the other party would let him go.

"You can start."

Rasma landed on a hillside with Pu'er. He took out a notebook and a quill from his sleeves, like an assessment teacher, preparing to take assessment records.

Pu'er asked doubtfully: "Little Rasma, are you out of your mind because you have to play this?"

"Isn't it good? There is always a repertoire at family gatherings, and that is for the juniors to come forward and perform their talents."

Pu'er blinked and said immediately: "The elders will also prepare gifts for the younger ones."

"Of course, I'm ready to accept Karen as my student."

"Um...are you sure this is a reward?"

"If he does not perform well in the assessment, I will accept him as my student."

"Then who will evaluate the performance?" Pu'er immediately grasped the crux of the problem.

"Of course it's me." Rasma said matter-of-factly.

This is a good idea that Rasma thought of. If Karen was given the identity of one of his students, this would not only expose Karen's true identity, but also allow the cult to really pay attention to him.

In Rasma's view, this is much better than Karen continuing to grow wildly alone, and it is also a turning point that he can think of for Karen to gradually break away from his grandfather's influence.

As for being a bad student of his, Vic had a miserable life before, Rasma didn't care, he didn't feel that he really owed Vic, and all the grievances he suffered would be doubled in the future.

He resigned from the position of high priest very simply, which not only left other factions in the sect no time to react, but also caught the temple off guard. All this was to make room for the person behind him.

In short, no matter how well Karen performs, Rasma will accept Karen as her student.

Rasma couldn't help but turn her head and look behind her: If I do this, you can't find any reason to refute me, right?

"Haha, he is Dis's grandson after all. I really hope he can bring me a little surprise."

Pu'er responded:
Chapter completed!