Out of nowhere, Raven suddenly appeared and wrapped her arms around Karin from behind.

  "Brother - I'm fine, I just took three punches." Carlin stubbornly tried to push away Raven.

  Lei Wen's face turned cold: "Originally, it was the Hundred Fissure Fist. Without using internal energy and not even completing a hundred punches before stopping, you still have the nerve to say that only three punches landed?"

  Karin's whole body trembled, and she finally stopped arguing. She knew she had lost, but it was too frustrating, as she had clearly entered the Golden Stage before Levin. That seemingly insurmountable gap didn't seem to have narrowed at all.

  Biting her lip tightly, Karin suppressed her tears and broke free from Raven's embrace, turning to sprint down the contestant passageway...

  Leiwen sighed and could only wait for the martial arts conference to end before having a good talk with Kalin.

  "Thanks for the tomb."

  "Hmph, I'm just trying to save my life too." The evil monk, whose face was wrapped in white cloth, gazed at Levin with his deep black eyes and smiled coldly. He pointed at Levin with his index finger: "Although your fighting skills have been upright and honest since the martial arts conference, I've smelled the scent of a top-notch assassin on you. If I didn't know about your past, I would have thought that you were the number one killer of the Dark Day."

  "Your brain is on your head, think whatever you want." But Raven thought to herself: I hate this kind of intuitive person the most.

  Completely ignoring disguise and past experiences, directly seeing through the essence.

  People with sixth sense are really annoying.

  "I'm really glad, I don't know why that bloody woman suddenly left, but it's just as well. Among the four of us, I was the first to seriously taste this perfect yet unripe fruit." The evil monk's eyes were suddenly filled with a frenzied and violent energy, could those still be considered human eyes?

  Looking into those eyes, Raven naturally associated them with monsters and magical beasts from the bottomless abyss.

  "Taste me? Aren't you afraid of chipping your teeth?" Leifeng smiled.

  "No, no, no——" The evil monk wagged his fingers wrapped in white cloth and licked his thick, crimson tongue: "Deliciousness is always a process, not a result. As long as the process is good, the result doesn't matter at all!"

  Lei Wen shrugged: "Ah, it seems that you and I can't get along. Although I'm not a perfectionist, I hope both the process and the result are good."

  Suddenly sighing, the evil monk sneered and said: "Let's use our fists to talk."

  "Sorry, bullying the weak and unarmed is also one of my favorites."

  Empty-handed? When did martial monks ever use weapons?

  Moreover, where is the evil monk weak?

  "Pffft——" The distant Vares raised his pointed elven ears and burst out laughing.

  The evil monk didn't pay attention to Varris, instead staring at Raven's seemingly empty right hand: "What an interesting weapon, is this the legendary weapon that you used to defeat the Imperial Treasury?"

  "Right!"

  "Great! I'm getting more and more interested in you." As soon as the words fell, the evil monk looked at Raven with a chilling gaze that made his hair stand on end, and he began to move forward slowly.

  One step, two steps, three steps, with each step, the evil monk's breath became more condensed. Lei Wen knew that at this moment, the evil monk had opened his heart and eyes, and the spiritual energy rising from his body made his skin as hard as steel and his fists as powerful as giant axes.

  Lei Wen couldn't help but feel lucky that his specialty had just strengthened his internal organs, otherwise he would have been finished off by the evil monk's single punch.

  As they walked closer and closer, the huge noise from the audience in their ears had long been filtered out by their own ears. In the world, all they could see was each other.

  Time imperceptibly approached noon, the brilliant sunlight shone on the granite platform, and a faint halo emerged. The wind blew more and more fiercely in an unknown interval, and from the black soil under the platform, a faint sound of rolling small gravel came out amidst the bloody breath that seeped out.

  It was this soft and unbelievable voice that became the starting gun for the two to start fighting.

  The voices of both people disappeared simultaneously on the spot.

  This is a war of speed against speed.

  Two figures flew swiftly through the air.

  In the instant before contact, Raven suddenly splits into ten, countless shadow energy light points appearing on each of Raven's bodies.

  At first, the evil monk thought that Raven's brain had gone haywire, actually using shadow energy which he wasn't good at defending with as armor. After taking a closer look, the evil monk cursed his mother.

  The rogue isn't the first profession I've seen with a lot of projectiles, but damn it's never been this many. Others throw projectiles, at most they're throwing one or two with both hands at the same time.

  What's up?

  Under the support of 【Hundred Hand Giant】, his entire body is a launch point.

  At that moment, the evil monk thought he had run into a Deep Pit Arrowhog Legion that could shoot electrifying poisonous quills!

  "Dodge, dodge, dodge, dodge—" Thousands of shadowy projectiles covered the entire space.

  For a moment, he couldn't tell which ones were real and which ones were fake. The evil monk could only instinctively dodge and defend himself in the most sparse places.

  Still don't know how many hidden arrows were shot.

  In fact, the evil monk did not receive any damage. The copper skin and iron bones that the martial monk had cultivated were naturally high in defense, and the condensed breath defense at critical moments further reduced the damage.

  It's just a single digit when converted to damage value as prompted by the system.

  Greater destruction was reflected in the environment. A hail of arrows poured down on the granite floor, every brick was pockmarked, and the most densely packed areas were like a fire explosion, the hard granite turned into flying debris and splashed everywhere, covering all vision.

  The audience held its breath.

  In the midst of the swirling dust, a tall black figure of an evil monk emerged.

  The white cloth on his body, except for the crotch area, was all torn to shreds by the hail of bullets, revealing a physique as black as polished steel. Even more terrifying was his face, which looked like it had been burned in a fire, with only his eyes remaining in their original position, while the rest of his facial features seemed to have melted away.

  What a terrifying face it is, and some timid guys in the audience have already fainted.

  The evil monk's feet were surrounded by piles of split stones, and with just a slight movement of his bare feet, there was a loud rumbling sound of falling rocks.

  The evil monk's eyes shone with an eerie light.

  Leiwen's skin was covered in goosebumps under the piercing gaze of the evil monk, whose body emitted a terrifying aura that could raise the temperature within a radius of several meters. Even an ordinary top-notch Golden Core expert would feel suffocated by the heat just standing there.

  Levin stood still, the phantoms and shadows swirling around him blending perfectly together, gently separating Levin from the heat.

  "You may not know what these white cloths mean to me. But I'll tell you, you've crossed the line." The evil monk's tone had a discordant mixture of excitement and trepidation.

  A faint mist emanated from Raven, blocking out the sound and creating an illusion that Raven wasn't speaking.

  In the audience's perception, the two were standing still facing each other quietly.

  "The white cloth still carries the scent of the murderer who slaughtered your family. But what's the point? You've been smelling this smell every day, haven't you realized it comes from the ninth layer of hell?" Levin was holding a piece of white cloth in his hand and sniffed it: "Roughly speaking, I know who the owner of this smell is."

  The evil monk's body trembled all over, and his eyes were filled with incredulous light: "You... do you know?" His steel-like muscles swelled up instantly due to excitement.

  Lei Wen's mouth curled up: "Beat me and I'll tell you."

  "Good!"

  As one of the most famous followers in the previous life game, the evil monk 'Mu' has extremely high popularity among players. However, as one of the four heavenly kings at the beginning of the turbulent year, the evil monk is not a good gold medal fighter to be underestimated.

  He bears a grudge of annihilating his clan, and it's not false that he wants to seek revenge. Unfortunately, this guy is the typical type who won't let go if there's no benefit. If you don't have anything substantial to offer him, he'll directly counter-kill you.

  In his past life, a player guild spent all their efforts to find out who that enemy was, only to have the evil monk ask them to help him kill his way into the 9th level of hell to take revenge!

  His arch-nemesis was none other than the left and right arm of Prince Leviathus, the fifth demon king.

  The outcome was predictable, the players who gritted their teeth and entered hell were all annihilated, and the evil monk didn't have a good ending either, being refined into a brainless killing machine.

  Honestly, Raven quite wants to take in Xie Seng as a younger brother. Although this guy's personality is extreme, once he recognizes someone, he becomes the most powerful loyal dog. The idea is beautiful, but it depends on the situation. If things go well with Desire Demon Melissa, Raven might also consider developing Xie Seng into a follower.

  Before that, it is necessary to subdue the evil monk with force, otherwise this guy has a face as if the whole world owes him money and cannot be served at all.

  Dealing with evil monks is no easy task.

  He's a martial monk, but he has a part-time job as a mimic - a bizarre profession that can use spiritual energy to imitate the opponent's ultimate move and launch a counterattack.

  This profession itself is not awesome, but when used by the evil monk, it becomes a heavenly explosion. The evil monk started looking for enemies all over the world at the age of 12 and experienced more than 5,000 battles in 15 years, accumulating the richest combat experience.

  He can easily find the weaknesses of his opponents, whether it's professional, spiritual or equipment-based, and directly use the opponent's most feared moves to attack them.

  Of course, the evil monks did not reach a certain level of replicating ninjas.

  There are still many special moves that he can't copy.

  For example...

  As the evil monk charged forward like a gust of wind, ready to strike Levin with a single blow and then follow up with a flurry of swift attacks, Levin suddenly released over thirty illusory clones, while simultaneously pulling out a large pile of items from his storage ring.

  Innumerable Raven faces wore the same cheap smile, and he casually threw out a large pile of weapons. There were not only knives, guns, swords, and halberds, but also some strange and bizarre instruments with unknown uses and properties.

  Each one looked like it had been sealed away for a considerable amount of time, and the fact that they could withstand a small amount of power infusion indicated their rank - White Silver Rank weapons.

  Under Raven's specialty of 【Hundred Hand Giant】, these weapons, with just a slight touch to any part of Raven's body, instantly transform into a stream of electric stars shooting wildly at the evil monk.

  "Look at my knockoff [Treasures of the King]!"