Chapter 1019: Tournament‑Level Hero?! I am the

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Lower City District, Di Liu Shan.

"Hey hey hey, this is my hunting ground; who gave you permission to enter?"

Zhang Tiancheng smashed a big turtle with a single punch, then glared discontentedly at the burly man beside him.

"Whoever's stinky habit is to show up, I'm going in!" Ximen Zhirou lifted a stone and charged forward.

"Hey, this temper suits my taste; I like it." Zhang Tiancheng showed no anger in his eyes, but rather great admiration.

His sleek black metallic body, like a live cannonball, slammed a Werewolf to death.

His tough skin seemed coated with a layer of oil film.

Blood could not cling to him at all.

It slid off his body in droplets.

Ximen Zhirou's eyelid twitched slightly at the sight, and he thought silently, "A talent born solely for combat?"

He had seen similar talents before.

But one this pure was his first encounter.

"What are you looking at, jealous?" Zhang Tiancheng flexed his muscles, his chest puffing like a basketball a few times.

"If I splash some acidic chemical on you, wouldn't you explode?" Ximen Zhirou asked.

"Good idea, next time I'll try it myself," Zhang Tiancheng said, though his hands were not idle.

He charged into the pack of Werewolves, like a wolf among sheep, engaging in a frenzied slaughter.

Against his formidable physique, any resistance was futile.

Even when surrounded on all sides, he still maintained a nonchalant expression.

He could even whistle, taunting monsters farther away.

Seeing this, Ximen Zhirou felt somewhat numb.

"Where did that magical creature come from?"

I must say, this guy's personality is the finest I've seen lately.

There is none.

Whether it's his arrogant demeanor or his world‑weary eyes.

Both his upper and lower parts exude a sense of "I'm the best under heaven."

He shows not a hint of modesty.

"Hey hey, how about we have a contest to see who kills more?"

"The loser... calls the winner 'dad', how about that?" Zhang Tiancheng suggested.

Ximen Zhirou's forehead instantly sprouted a few thick black lines, "Not interested."

"Ha ha!" Zhang Tiancheng laughed wildly, then asked, "By the way, do you know a pretty girl named Yue Lan?"

Ximen Zhirou smashed a Werewolf's head with a stone until it was in pieces, panting heavily as he shook his head, "Never heard of her."

"That shouldn't be..." Zhang Tiancheng's face showed puzzlement.

Logically, Yue Jie is so awesome that everyone in the world should know her.

But why have so many people asked?

Not a single one has heard of her?

Could it be that she's not in White Bear City?

But Luo Qing, based on various clues, deduced that Yue Lan should be right here.

Where are they?

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a deafening blast sounded, emanating from Xu Yuan.

Everyone turned together and saw a massive tiger behind the monster horde roar.

The man riding the tiger had an icy expression and slowly raised his hand.

In his palm, a vertical scar suddenly appeared.

Then it abruptly split open to both sides!

An eye suddenly emerged.

"What is this thing?" Zhang Tiancheng frowned.

He sensed a hint of danger.

The eye on his palm flickered with red light, and a bizarre force suddenly descended in all directions.

At the same time, the countless eyes covering his body also began to emit light.

Thousands of dead monsters were revived under this radiant glow!

"What is this..." Ximen Zhirou's face changed.

"Resurrection"?!

No, that's not right!

These beasts still have no sign of life.

But why can they—

stand up?!

The dense silhouettes straightened up again.

Some were missing heads, some had holes in their chests.

Some even lost half their bodies, yet still propped up their broken lower halves with their legs.

Sight this, the player who originally had victory firmly in hand felt his heart suddenly sink.

"How could this be?"

But the more shocking thing was still ahead.

The dead Monster's 'Resurrection' caused its combat power to suddenly surge.

Its strength was indeed stronger than before by more than one tier!

One person, seeing a headless Werewolf rush forward, raised a Small Knife in defense.

But the moment the massive wolf claw made contact, a tremendous force suddenly descended.

"Bang!"

The Small Knife shattered in response, and the force poured entirely into the body.

That person spewed a mouthful of fresh blood wildly; as his body fell and flew away, it was grabbed back by the claw.

"Gurgle—"

The Werewolf simply, quickly, and skillfully dismembered him.

"Ah!!"

The crowd hadn't recovered their senses yet when a scream came from the other side.

Turning to look, they found the outcome equally tragic.

More than ten people were brutally killed, with no chance to fight back.

"Innate Talent is all in Cooling…" Ximen Zhirou's Pupil suddenly narrowed.

He sharply looked at that towering Strange Man whose whole body was covered with eyes.

That guy…

While possessing such bizarre abilities, he was actually waiting for their abilities to disappear.

To use this to deliver a fatal strike!

"It has consciousness, as well as thought and reasoning ability!" Ximen Zhirou was extremely shocked.

"It's getting more interesting," Zhang Tiancheng's eyes showed no panic at all, only a strong fighting spirit.

For him, the higher the difficulty, the better; otherwise it's too boring.

"As long as we kill him, that's a win, right?" Zhang Tiancheng said, rubbing his fists.

"Stop, do you want to go up and die?" Ximen Zhirou hurriedly shouted to stop.

Zhang Tiancheng turned his head slightly and said with a Smile: "How would we know without trying?"

Ximen Zhirou looked around and saw slaughter everywhere, one-sided.

Having lost Innate Talent, their physical quality was also inferior to the Resurrection Monster.

In numbers there was also an absolutely significant gap.

From a macro perspective, they had no chance of victory at all.

"Ximen, run fast!"

Suddenly, a startled shout came from behind.

Ximen Zhirou turned his head and saw Zhuang Wu, his face panicked, sprinting while carrying Wen Ran on his back.

Behind them, several Yaksha appeared, constantly pursuing.

Meat Mountain kept running without stopping, even though it had never died.

But under the illumination of red light, it was also greatly strengthened.

A big butt sitting down becomes a death sentence.

And at this moment it even ignored eating, focusing solely on slaughter.

The Giant Python coiled on a small hill, its mouth spitting venom that could instantly vaporize several people.

"Vision Perception, huh? If no one steps forward, everyone will die."

"My Innate Talent only has a few minutes left, why can't I be the hero?" Zhang Tiancheng dropped that line and rushed straight toward the Strange Man.

He moved nimbly, darting back and forth like a monkey.

Dodging attack after attack.

"You little brat, you think you can mess with me?!" Zhang Tiancheng Laughs nonstop.

But soon he could no longer Laugh.

Suddenly, a Werewolf covered in red fur appeared right in front of him.

Zhang Tiancheng, still with a Smile on his face, suddenly threw a punch.

"Bang!"

His fist and claw collided, and Zhang Tiancheng's complexion changed instantly.

His whole body flew sideways like a Cannonball, crashing into and destroying countless trees along the way.

Sight this scene, Ximen Zhirou slapped his Forehead, shaking his head helplessly.

"I told you not to pretend..."

Luo Qing watched the familiar Silhouette collapse repeatedly, let out a slight sigh, and then threw herself back into the fight.

"Damn!"

Zhang Tiancheng felt his internal organs almost shifting, his blood qi surging Crazy.

Immediately, his Throat felt sweet, and he spat a mouthful of fresh blood into the air.

But just as he thought the tide had turned, a broad, powerful hand suddenly supported his back.

His retreating body also stopped as a result.

"Thanks, brother." Zhang Tiancheng struggled to stand upright.

"Take a rest for a while, the rest is up to me."

Hmm?

So wild?

Even wilder than me?

Zhang Tiancheng's face showed displeasure as he turned his head, wanting to see what kind of Divine it was.

The moment he turned his head, he was suddenly stunned.

It was an incredibly terrifying face?

Half normal, the other half covered in cracks.

Within the cracks swarmed black Radiance, strands of breath drifting out.

"Handsome, who are you?" Zhang Tiancheng asked subconsciously.

Su Yang Vision Perceptioned him a glance, with a slight Laugh, "I am the 'Demon'."