The Third Volume Northern Country Wind Snow 005. The Situation is Set

  "Whoosh——"

  As Elvis moved, the ground was blasted out with a crack of several tens of centimeters wide, and from the underground of the crack, a strange light emerged.

  Elvis didn't have time to think much, and with a sudden movement, he jumped down and slipped into the crack.

  Before he could even catch his breath, a sudden gust of wind swept past, and Elvis's eyes scanned the area, unable to help but break out in cold sweat on his back.

  All he saw was a large axe, somewhat exaggerated in size, chopping towards the direction he was in with great force. The momentum was such that even he didn't dare to be careless and could only roll on the ground at the moment of landing, barely avoiding it. However, when he dodged to one side, he couldn't help but get a bit dirty.

  Du Fan's laughter seemed to come from the depths of the earth: "Elvis, not bad, you were actually able to avoid that rain of arrows. But, I think, with your strength, even this second layer's mechanism could have taken your little life."

  Elvis hummed and didn't say anything.

  Du Fan seemed to sigh, saying: "Forget it, I won't say much more. Just be careful yourself, the next mechanism is one that I've studied for a long time, and if you're not careful, it could cost you your life. However, if you feel like you can't handle it, you can call out to me loudly. If you're sincere enough, I might even let you go."

  Elvis sneered a few times and said, "Du Fan, don't think that this little trick can do anything to me. You'd better remember, as long as I catch you, I will definitely tear you into pieces."

  "If you still think so, then please go ahead." Du Fan said with a light smile, "I hope you won't forget what you just said next time, okay?"

  As Du Fan spoke, the eerie glow in the passage suddenly brightened a few more degrees, and then a loud rumbling sound came from the depths of the passage.

  Elvis started with a scornful face, but in less than a moment, his face showed a hint of fear, and then, after the thing appeared at the end of the passage, sweat finally broke out on his forehead.

  Suddenly, a huge iron ball that just fit the passageway was rushing towards Elvis at high speed. The iron ball was covered with sharp hooks and reverse thorns, and the sharp parts were coated with poison, which could possibly take someone's life with just one collision.

  A sixth-level strongman had not yet reached the point where he was immune to all poisons, nor had he reached the point where he could move mountains and seas, so when he saw this thing, Elvis suddenly felt a sense of uncertainty about how to deal with it.

  He even began to have a little regret in his heart, why did he enter this underground passage so recklessly?

  However, time did not allow him to regret any further. Elvis dared not hide his true strength anymore. He searched his body for a moment and put on a metallic glove that he found, then concentrated all his energy against the iron ball that was getting closer and closer.

  "Boom——"

  A burst of pale blue aura exploded, and the airflow formed by the aura cut the iron ball into pieces. However, after this move, Elvis felt his legs start to weaken, as if he had been using his aura recklessly all day. If there were a few more iron balls like that, he might not have a chance to walk out alive today.

  Realizing this, Elvis began to sprout the idea of leaving. His eyes looked at the crack in the wall for a few moments, considering whether there was any possibility of getting out from there.

  But at this moment, the rumbling sound started again.

  Elvis's face changed greatly, he stared at the suddenly appearing giant iron ball, and sighed bitterly in his heart, having to condense his fighting spirit once again.

  "Boom——"

  "Boom——"

  "Boom——"

  It's already unknown how many times, the passage is filled with iron filings, the poison on the iron ball corrodes the ground, emitting a pungent smell.

  Elvis pulled out the last bottle of restorative potion from his chest and drank it in one gulp, unable to help but curse: "Du Fan, you bastard, how many of these things did you prepare?"

  Du Fan sat in front of the crystal ball, holding a glass of red wine and sipping it slowly. In front of him, there was a piece of steak that had been fried to perfection, emitting waves of fragrance.

  These things were naturally brought in by Dufan from the Duke's mansion, and at this moment, while eating and watching, seeing Elvis constantly hitting the iron ball, Dufan only felt a wave of soreness.

  Those iron balls were all extracted from the armor that Chenchen peeled off from the pile of corpses in the old holy temple at the beginning. Although it is said that truly useful things are not used like this, but these fine steels are wasted like this, and Du Fan can't help but feel a little pain.

  Chen Chen looked at the crystal ball and yawned, saying: "Du Fan, if you want to rely on these iron balls to kill him, it's probably not possible. Aren't there many mechanisms in the second layer of the passage? Whether it's poisonous sand or poisonous smoke, it would be easy to take his life. Why do you insist on wasting this useless thing?"

  Du Fan shook his head and said, "This Elvis doesn't seem simple, and even if I wanted to take his life, I wouldn't want to kill him so quickly. There are still many things I want to ask him, but never mind, I estimate he's almost done for anyway. Can you trouble yourself to bring him over?"

  "What's wrong with you?" Chenchen sighed and stood up.

  "What's wrong with me? Can't you just follow me and not lose out? Go ahead... I'm busy too..."

  As he spoke, Du Fan swirled the wine glass in his hand, gazing at the image inside the crystal ball with an evil smile.

  All that was left of Elvis's clothes were tattered rags, and his previously handsome face was now covered in dust and dirt. However, the pair of gloves on his hands looked like they were still in good condition, and surprisingly, they still looked brand new even now.

  Seeing his vigilant appearance, Du Fan finally reached out and tapped the crystal ball with his finger.

  A loud rumble echoed over once again.

  Elvis has gotten used to this sound, and he's now clear that with his current strength, if he holds back even a little, there's absolutely no way he can shatter the iron ball.

  He had already suffered a small loss before and now he has to be on his guard.

  Looking at the iron ball that was getting close, Elvis concentrated his body's Dou Qi once again and suddenly threw a punch in that direction.

  "Whoosh——"

  A faint sound, but this time, however, there was no heavy feeling as imagined. Instead, it felt like a strong man using all his strength to punch a cotton ball, and because of the lack of a focal point, the whole body would feel suffocated.

  And with Elvis's movement, this time the huge iron ball suddenly emitted a burst of white smoke, his body was about to escape, but his chest felt suffocated, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

  Next, Elvis felt his head spinning and he fainted.

  The tunnel finally calmed down, and after a moment, a small crack opened on the wall, and Chenchen slowly walked out from inside. She looked at Elvis who had fainted to the ground and shook her head slightly, sighing: "You want to offend my master yourself, not seeking death, what are you doing?"

  But although the words were said, Chenchen still stretched out her hand in mid-air and drew a few strokes. With her movements, a gentle breeze lifted Elvis's body up, and then disappeared into the wall with Chenchen's shadow.

  Elvis woke up again, feeling a wave of discomfort all over his body. He struggled for a moment and found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free from the restraints on his body.

  Moreover, the vigorous qi that was originally in his body had disappeared without a trace. At this moment, he was no different from a useless person.

  It wasn't until then that Elvis slowly opened his eyes and looked down at himself, only to find that his body had been tied up with cowhide straps, and water had been poured over them. As a warrior, Elvis was well aware of this tactic - the more he struggled, the tighter these straps would bind him.

  "What's wrong, Lord Elwes? Have you finally realized your situation?" A detached voice, cold and calm, came from the front.

  Elvis looked up and saw Du Fan sitting on a sofa with his legs crossed, elegantly savoring the steak in front of him, along with the bottle of wine in his hand.

  And where I was just now, it actually looks a bit like a magician's study?!

  Looking at Du Fan's face, Elvis spat and said: "Despicable!!!"

  "Elvis, please don't forget that we are in a duel here. As long as you can win, who cares about your behavior being despicable or not? Moreover, if one must say so, you, a mighty sixth-level strongman, coming to challenge me, a lowly third-level minor character, isn't that also despicable?"

  Elvis was stunned for a moment and didn't know how to respond. Perhaps in this regard, he was indeed more despicable than Du Fan.

  "Alright, Elwes," Duvall said, swallowing a mouthful of wine. "I've got a few questions I'd like to get cleared up. You don't mind telling me the answers, do you?"