The bar thug named Bruce is a strong black man with a tall figure. He was wearing light leather armor, a dagger on his waist, and a hideous scar on his face. He was called by the chef's "one-eyed" Rem. Bruce took a few steps to stand in front of Golong, looking down at Golong with a fierce look, and his huge fists creaked.

“It looks pretty good.”

Ge Long nodded and made a very sincere evaluation. Although Ge Long really just expressed his thoughts in his heart, there was nothing else. The problem was that his current image was a delicate and handsome boy with a feminine appearance. Facing the fierce bar thug, he dared to provoke so much. How could the strong man Bruce get face? The blue veins on his forehead jumped straight, and he said with gritted teeth: "Little bastard, stand up, don't waste our time. I'll have 'activations' later. By the way, do you want to play with meat and touch the meat, or just go to the iron?"

This is a common slogan in the arena, meaning that whether Ge Long wants to fight or fight with hand-to-hand. After all, the musket in Ge Long's hand is really annoying. No one can tell how much combat power the magic can burst out when the ammunition is sufficient. There are many examples of challenging the strong and winning by one or two levels below. Therefore, general magic cannon messengers and other types of warriors are allowed to prepare shields before the battle. In addition, according to the default rules, both sides of the "meat-to-meat" battle will generally not take any action, and once they are on the iron level, they will have to conduct a death killing match.

Faced with the challenger who was eager to try, Goron felt embarrassed. If he used the newly obtained magic missile, it would be just a matter of raising his hand to kill the thugs of the gangster level in front of him. But the problem is that the price of the magic missile is too expensive. Although the two magic bullets that the magician Black Jack gave him to credit can be repeatedly filled with magic magic, it would be fine if Goron could be self-sufficient secondary healing waves. The ice bomb only had the cost of filling the ice explosion magic only ten gold coins. This is a big number for many people. Black Jack promised Goron that the task commission was only just fifty gold coins. In order to deal with a thug, it was really not worth it.

"Should I prepare some ordinary ammunition..."

Thinking of this in his heart, Ge Long flipped his palm, and he didn't know where the double-barrel musket was hidden... This was an unexpected gain after being forced into trouble by Hei Jack and Lukara not long ago. It also originated from the death gift of the demon king of another continent. Ge Long discovered that no matter what it was, as long as it touched his skin, it could be "collected" by him in the form of a tattoo, whether it was weapons, guns and bullets, magic props, gold coins, masks, or even Ge Long successfully defeated a living mouse.

It turned into his own tattoo...Golon doesn't understand the principle of this magical ability. He just found that the total area of ​​the tattoo does not exceed the surface area of ​​his skin, so many things can be "collected". In addition, these special tattoos can also be hidden through will, or transferred from the surface of the body. This is not the magician's hiding technique or the magician's space magic, but for the current Goolon, there is no ability that is more practical than this.

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Goron stood up, walked to the strong man Bruce, and clenched his fists.

Bruce did not take action directly but just cared about the musket in Goron's hand. Seeing him put it away, he was actually trying to fight with him. Bruce immediately laughed without being angry. The next moment, he had already punched and hit Goron's face...

"Where you look, that little white face is going to be distorted. It's a pity. He is obviously pretty, and if he wears a skirt, he can be a maid in the 'military chicken'." A group of female waiters gathered together and chattered. The other male thugs were also sitting around the nearby table, holding up wine glasses and watching with interest.

Geron's punch was firmly hit. Although magician Hei Jack taught him how to use magic cannons, he still had no time to teach Geron's melee skills. What's more, this ability is also a accumulation of long-term practice and practical experience, and there is no quick shortcut at all.

Fortunately...Golon also has the strong body of the ogre.

After being hit by a punch, Goron tilted his head and spit out a mouthful of blood-filled saliva. His cheeks were a little swollen, but that's it. Bruce's heavy punch just now did not cause any substantial damage to Goron.

"Did I just kept my hand inadvertently?" With this idea in my mind, the strong man Bruce beat another whip leg and swept hard to the outside of Goron's thigh. This time, Bruce had completely used all his strength and even inspired the fighting spirit. Although Goron tried to dodge, Bruce, who had rich experience in fighting, adjusted the angle of the whip leg in time. Goron finally kicked the outside of the thigh. This whip leg actually kicked Goron so that he moved his whole person several meters away! There was still a crackling sound in the air, which was the sound of the fighting spirit inspired by the strong black man.

In Bruce's imagination, this leg should be able to kick Goron's thigh bone into pieces, so when he saw Goron kicking his legs as if nothing had happened and standing in front of him again, his mouth could no longer be closed.

One-eyed Rem, who was watching the battle, suddenly raised his hand, as if he wanted to end the battle. After all, Ge Long's strength was beyond doubt. A gunfighter took two heavy blows from his capable subordinates as if nothing had happened. Moreover, without activate the fighting spirit or using defensive magic, such strength is worthy of the mere D-level mission he issued to the fairy tale circus, and what else would he want to do with a task of just a hundred gold coins.

But the one-eyed Rem finally withdrew his hand. Goron has not shown any other ability except defense so far, so he also wants to continue to touch Goron's bottom, which is also the most wrong decision he made today.

Under the gaze of one-eyed Rem, Bruce's eyes flashed with fierce light. He took two steps forward, only one arm away from Goron. Then, he pulled out the dagger at his waist...

This distance is the dead domain of all long-range professionals. Neither crossbows nor muskets have any advantages. Even if Goron takes out that musket now, facing Bruce's dagger, no matter how powerful musket is, it will not be more reliable than an iron rod.

"Little bastard, I suddenly feel that 'meat and meat' is not enough, so let's just go to the iron~~~!"

Looking at the black strong man in front of him with murderous intent and malicious intentions, Ge Long was stunned at first, then curled his lips and smiled.

*******

On a table in the dark corner of the "Military Chicken" bar, two middle-aged men in casual clothes looked at each other and smiled. One of them said slowly: "This child is really unlucky. He actually deals with this group of garbage-like black //老 will be ruined anytime and anywhere. If he comes to surrender to me, with his talent, when he grows up, it will be no big problem to be a captain or something."

The middle-aged man who was at the table with him groaned, picked up his glass and took a sip, and said, "I think you like this child's face and want to make a fuss about him. I said, "You have raised so many scouts in the military camp, who are not men and women, aren't you afraid that the general will castrate you in the future? Among the ten new military rules she recently issued, this kind of thing is explicitly prohibited."

"Don't worry, if the general turns his eyes to me, I will let the little cuties go to "suppress the bandits" in time. I heard that the Amazon centaurs in the nearby forest are very fierce, and I guarantee that none of the little cuties will come back. Although it is a pity, but if there is no evidence at that time, what can the general do to me? No matter what, I am also flowing with the noble blood of the "Swordfish" family. Even if it is a side branch, she will not touch me because of this little thing. Haha, but what you said just now is right. After this child is deposed, I plan to "pick him back" and love him well. I just hope that the group of trash black // help not destroy his charming little face, hehe..."

"...Do you really think the child will be the one who is unlucky in a while?" The middle-aged man looked at Ge Long not far away with fun and chuckled: "If I guess well, you should throw it away as soon as possible if you want to 'picking people' later, unless your taste has changed now and you will feel good about picking up a black man."

"Bah~~~!" The man made a disgusting expression on his face: "I said, don't disgusting people, okay? Also, do you think a gunfighter who doesn't know how to fight will have a chance of winning at such a distance?"

"Do we want to make a bet?" The middle-aged man looked at the drinker with fun and smiled: "If I win, your strong crossbow team will belong to me."

The man from the Swordfish family was shaken first, then he looked fierce and said fiercely: "I'm afraid of you if you bet. I'm just a strong crossbow team? I don't take it seriously yet. If you lose, the little adjutant under your command will be my. I've been jealous of him for a long time, if it's not for your sake..."

The middle-aged man's eyes and eyebrows twitched, then he sneered, picked up his wine glass and said, "Document!"

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Just after the two mysterious men reached a deal, a loud "boom" sounded suddenly in the hotel. The two turned their heads, including the middle-aged man who had won the bet on Gelong just now, all looked surprised. The man from the Swordfish family had fallen to the ground with the wine glass in his hand...

The battle was over. The strong black man Bruce fell to the ground, his hind legs were erecting diagonally upwards, and he was still trembling slightly. His entire upper body was sinking into the ground, and the spreading blood splashed at least five meters away. The culprit of all this was a war hammer that was still stuck on his back, a super heavy hammer that only the elite dwarf with talented power could play with.

PS: I really didn’t expect that there were more things to do during the holiday than usual. I originally wanted to break out well, I’m sorry for everyone!
Chapter completed!