Chapter 223

The clothes on his body began to explode apart.

Eight red tentacles spread out from the middle of his spine.

The tip of each tentacle was different.

Some had fangs,

some had blades.

Some had eyeballs.

And some had things that looked like a pair of hands.

Bizarre shapes.

Qin Bei forced down his nausea.

What on earth was he fighting?

No matter how he looked at it, it didn't seem human anymore.

It looked more like a spider demon.

The key thing was, these tentacles

were covered in slime.

They looked quite slippery.

"I need a quick battle, quick decision—it's almost dawn."

The Cleanser muttered at the corner of his mouth.

There's still a Tier 4 beast-tamer waiting for him to deal with.

After dealing with that, there are still so many of the Nine Clans waiting for him to take out.

The Dean really did give him a tough problem.

He shook his head.

Nine tentacles, like pythons, writhed toward Qin Bei to entangle him.

Qin Bei's red compound eyes flashed with red light.

He leapt straight up.

Charging toward the tentacles.

Like a nimble little fish.

In the surging waves.

Darting back and forth.

The nine tentacles didn't even touch Qin Bei.

"Damn it, I hate these agile types the most."

The Cleanser stamped his foot.

He retracted the tentacles that had already coiled out.

Keeping only two.

One tentacle had eyes on it.

One tentacle had blades on it.

The Cleanser already understood in his heart.

For someone who runs fast,

the more attack methods he had, the more it actually benefited the opponent.

Those scheming bastards loved nothing more than using an opponent's force against them.

The Cleanser's face grew stern.

He pushed lightly with his feet.

And charged straight at Qin Bei, who was rushing toward him.

Qin Bei didn't dodge in the slightest.

So what if it's a head-on clash?

Who's afraid of whom?

His black hand smashed straight toward the Cleanser's face.

While his other hand, gripping the briefcase blade, rose high.

He swung it down at the tentacle attacking him920.

The fist landed squarely on the Cleanser's face.

Tens of tons of force surged out.

The Cleanser had never expected Qin Bei to have this much strength.

His face instantly swelled up.

Red blood dripped down.

Along with white teeth.

"Damn brat!"

The Cleanser lay on the ground, gnashing his teeth.

But a flash of triumph crossed his eyes.

His goal.

Had been achieved.

"Two tentacles swinging out just to snatch my briefcase blade?"

Qin Bei has already lost the will to complain.

He had already prepared his defense, resisting the two tentacles as they attacked him.

But he never expected this.

The Cleaner had withstood his punch.

All to snatch his weapon.

It seemed the psychological shadow from witnessing his strike just now was quite significant.

However,

A self without a weapon

Is the most terrifying of all.

Qin Bei let out a sigh.

Just in time... the recent combat training finally had an outlet.

His red eyes instantly fixed on the Cleaner lying on the ground.

His legs exerted slight force.

A deep pit appeared in the ground.

And Qin Bei transformed into a green afterimage.

In an instant, he arrived before the Cleaner.

Then he raised his foot high.

And smashed it down hard at the Cleaner's head.

The foot's descent brought a fierce wind that forced the Cleaner's mouth to twist askew.

The Cleaner's face changed drastically.

This strike.

If it truly landed on him,

He would not die, but would lose half his life.

Whoosh!

The two tentacles instantly retracted.

Spinning rapidly before his eyes.

Finally, a tentacle shield appeared.

And Qin Bei's foot happened to descend at that very moment.

The green horn and the pitch-black tentacle shield collided.

Like a mountain collapsing and a tidal wave surging.