Just as Grimm was feeling proud of the Demon Crocodile Hunter's extraordinary regenerative abilities, a strange noise suddenly rang out. Horrifying Patchwork Corpses jumped out of the flames one after another, howling as they pounced at the demon crocodiles.
Damn it, so many!
Eleven agile and nimble Patchwork Corpses surrounded him in a fan shape.
Grimm activated his bracelet without hesitation, and a green thorny armor wrapped around his body.
What followed next was a bloody melee between the Demon Crocodile Hunter and the Patchwork Corpses.
It was obvious that the Patchwork Corpses' target was the huge demon crocodiles, but their real target was Grimm who was perched on the back of the demon crocodiles. This was actually the choice most acolytes would make when dealing with summoner-type opponents.
Compared to the powerful and fearless summoned creatures, the summoner's own defense was much weaker. So rather than wasting a lot of energy on the summoned creatures, it was easier to deal with the summoner in one fell swoop. That was why Blackwood sacrificed the 11 Corpse Puppets to keep the demon crocodiles busy. Only then did he sneak away, once again using his most proficient curse attacks.
Grimm controlled the Demon Crocodile Hunter to deal with the Patchwork Corpses' frenzied attacks while he held his breath, trying his best to deal with the mysterious black chains that Blackwood constantly threw at him. It made him so busy that he couldn't even put it into words!
Many of the Patchwork Corpses were killed by the Demon Crocodile Hunter at close range. However, every Patchwork Corpse that died would cause a huge explosion, corroding a large part of the demon crocodile's body. After the third Patchwork Corpse exploded, the demon crocodile's front half was already full of holes, no longer as solid and powerful as before.
This couldn't go on!
Grimm laughed, quickly stuffing something into his mouth and stomping his right foot. The Earth Puppet that had been throwing attacks at him immediately swelled up and moved backwards, swallowing the Demon Crocodile Hunter's body.
In the next second, the huge Demon Crocodile Hunter dived into the ground like a whale, disappearing without a trace. The remaining eight Patchwork Corpses pounced forward, digging at the solid ground with all their might, but to no avail.
Damn it …
A commotion immediately broke out among the spectators.
How could this damned brat travel through the ground? This time, Hei Mu was going to be in big trouble!
To be honest, when Blackwood saw his opponent and the summoned Earth Golem disappear from his sight, his heart was also at a loss and frustrated.
Damn it, how was he supposed to fight like this? If he couldn't see his opponent, how could his curse attack lock onto him?
While he was hesitating, he vaguely discovered something underground with his spiritual perception. His expression changed drastically, and he abruptly slammed the long staff in his hand.
A thick claw made of mud suddenly stretched out from the ground beside Hei Mu, and with a fierce gust of wind, the claw smashed Hei Mu into minced meat. At this moment, half of the Aborigine Hunter's upper body emerged from the soil.
The attack had clearly succeeded, but the native who had transformed into Grimm did not look happy at all. Instead, he looked into the distance with a piercing gaze.
There, a Pieced Corpse suddenly crawled on the ground and struggled madly.
In just two to three seconds, the distorted black wood replaced the Patchwork Corpse.
The native's expression changed slightly, and he wanted to burrow back into the ground, but it was too late.
The corpse that had been smashed into minced meat by the Demon Crocodile's giant claw exploded with a bang, and a large patch of grey dyed the Demon Crocodile Hunter's exposed body. The strange sizzling sound of corrosion made people's hearts beat wildly.
Grimm's eyes looked through the native's eyes at Hei Mu, who had stood up once again, and he sank back into the ground without a word. This caused the Patchwork Corpses that were rushing over to pounce on thin air.
F * ck … Looking at the empty battlefield again, apart from the seven Patchwork Corpses he had summoned and the messy ground, there was not a trace of that despicable brat. Hei Mu's fury and resentment were at their peak.
The seven Patchwork Corpses scattered around under Hei Mu's command. This way, he could block that bastard's path of retreat the moment he attacked, and it could also provide more flexibility for his Corpse Puppet transformation.
However, just as Hei Mu gathered his mental strength around his body and silently sensed every change in the ground, the soil under the feet of a Patchwork Corpse in the distance suddenly boiled. Then, earth spears rose from the ground and pierced the Patchwork Corpse into a meat skewer.
"Bang."
The Patchwork Corpse self-destructed again. However, this time, the large area of grey scattered on the ground did not hurt the Patchwork Corpse at all. This was because the Patchwork Corpse's attack was completed underground, and he did not show himself at all.
Hei Mu and the people at the side could not help but suck in a breath of cold air.
Damn it, today's battle is going to be decided!
In the next few minutes, the cunning Grimm did not take the initiative to attack Hei Mu. Instead, he constantly wandered around the periphery, looking for an opportunity to kill a Patchwork Corpse, as if he wanted to eliminate all of Grimm's subordinates.
If he was killed by Grimm, how could he use his Corpse Puppets to transform when he encountered danger later?
Left with no choice, Hei Mu could only summon the remaining four Patchwork Corpses to his side and surround him. However, if Hei Mu's main body was attacked, even if he used his Corpse Puppet Transformation to escape, his main body would still be within the Patchwork Corpse's attack range, and the danger would increase greatly!
However, under the current circumstances, he could only take a risk and try his best to lure that detestable bastard out of the ground, and then seek victory amidst the danger.
Once he thought about how he had been forced into such a sorry state by a beginner acolyte, Hei Mu's eerie eyes could not help but burn with a cold ghastly flame. He could not wait to grab that bastard and give him a good beating.
Unfortunately, things did not go according to his wishes. The one being beaten up was Hei Mu!
In the latter half of the journey, that detestable bastard did not show himself, and instead frequently used long-range spells to attack him from underground. Although he could detect most of the spells before they reached him, there were still two Patchwork Corpses that died miserably under the combination of Quagmire and Earth Spears.
Hei Mu vividly displayed the sorrow of being unable to catch the enemy while taking a beating.
Seeing the Corpse Puppets that he had painstakingly crafted and were not weaker than ordinary high-ranking acolytes being killed by the 'enemy', Hei Mu's anger turned to anger, and from anger to sorrow. He was almost tortured to tears by Grim.
When Ah Fu shook his head and sighed, announcing the outcome of the battle, Hei Mu stood rooted to the ground and actually fainted from anger.
The onlookers looked at each other in dismay. Even if they wanted to console that unlucky Hei Mu, they did not know how to say it.
If they did not have the means to attack the enemy underground, no matter who it was that encountered such an opponent, they would not be able to bear the consequences. Hei Mu could only blame his bad luck for being picked by Ah Fu to fight against such a freak. It was no wonder that he ended up in such a gloomy state.
Ah Fu, with a gloomy expression, grabbed Kevin in front of him and interrogated him fiercely.
"Didn't you say that his abilities were not that special? How did this happen? Tell me honestly, if you met such an opponent, would you be able to win? "
"Ugh …" Kevin Black Hand swallowed his saliva with difficulty. "If it wasn't a fair fight, given half a day's time in the wilderness, I would definitely kill him without knowing how he died. But if it was an empty place like this, I … I wouldn't be able to win. I wouldn't be able to do anything to him. "
At this moment, Grim carefully peeked half of his body out from the ground. After confirming that he had won, he delightedly crawled out.
After staying underground for such a long time, the demon crocodile's external injuries had already healed completely. It was no different from when the battle started, which made the onlookers click their tongues in wonder. But when they thought of the wager they had placed before the battle, the onlookers' expressions turned ugly.
Looking at the young lad who was striding towards him, Fu could only rub his bald head and ask loudly, "Mensa, let's do a count! See how much we have to pay! "
Mensa, who was dressed in a black robe and had the temperament of a noble, did not hide anything and announced loudly.
"The collateral submitted by Sir Grim includes 9 mana crystals, 2 level-3 items, 1 level-4 item, 1 level-1 item, and the Devil Vine Lady's Witchcraft Notes. The initial valuation is 417 mana crystals. According to the odds of 10: 1, we have to pay a total of 4170 magical crystals. The total amount of magical crystals that everyone had pledged before the battle was only 3270, so … "
"So we still owe this kid 900 magical crystals!"
"Yes!"
The onlookers looked at each other and could not help but look at Kevin who had brought this bastard here.
Almost in an instant, Kevin, who had always been calm and collected, began to sweat.
Grim, who was already grinning from ear to ear, quickly ran out to smooth things over.
"It's rare for the seniors to give me such a chance to show off. How can I ask for more? This is more than enough. I, Grim, have never been a greedy person! "
Hearing Grim's words, many high-level acolytes and quasi Sorcerers could not help but shake their heads and sigh, feeling that it was not worth it. That Blackwood was not weak either. He was even considered average among the high-level acolytes in the camp. However, because of his lack of preparation, he had been taken advantage of by this slippery kid and fainted on the spot. How could the onlookers not be angry?
"Hey, that cunning kid, don't be too happy. You won so easily because your ability was too good at restraining Blackwood. We will definitely pay you back for the magical crystals we owe you, but do you dare to have another bet with us? How about it? " The one who spoke was the berserk man with the Thunderbolt Axe that Grim had seen when he first arrived. He was obviously a Body Refiner and used lightning spells as support.
Grimm smiled sinisterly. "Why wouldn't I dare? However, my summoned puppet was damaged today and needs to be repaired. How about we do it tomorrow? "
Hearing this, the berserk man was overjoyed. Even the eyes of the onlookers around him lit up. They were obviously very tempted.
With this night's effort, they believed that they could help Ma Ke find a way to defeat his opponent if they worked together. This detestable kid's method of summoning puppets was special, allowing him to hide underground and attack. As long as they could break his method, how could a broken puppet made of mud defeat Ma Ke, who was famous for his strength? That was just wishful thinking!
The acolytes could not help but laugh sinisterly, perhaps because they had imagined something that would make them happy.
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