Chapter 872 The end of Hanbola!

It seems that these are all the abilities of Han Bora, this ugly monster lord, and there is nothing worth looking forward to anymore.

Having said that, I still learned a lot from this battle. The battle between domains is indeed my weakness. Even the powerful natural melee instinct of the Hell Fighting Bear cannot erase this fact, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to do it just now.

We were caught in the trap of Han Bola. That punch hit us really hard and it hurt a lot.

"Boom——!!"

I kicked Hanbola, who was still in a state of confusion, high into the air. I retracted my palm and wiped the corner of my mouth that was spilling blood. I rubbed my stomach with the other palm. Hanbolah's punch was at this location.

The super strong man punched with all his strength, it was very... very painful...

But that's it, it's time to end this meaningless battle.

The figure suddenly disappeared in a flash, and the next moment, I had appeared several hundred meters in the air - and was kicked to the side of Hanbola in the sky. Its body was still rising straight up like a rocket.

The kick I just made was very powerful. With one kick, I could kick this multi-ton behemoth nearly a thousand meters into the air. I can definitely kick you with one kick that is no exaggeration at all.

"Become a shooting star" is used to describe it.

"Huh~~~~"

Take a deep breath.

Maximum speed, maximum strength, full firepower!!

In an instant, as Hanbola's body continued to rise, countless fists, shadows and leg shadows enveloped it from all directions. Under the continuous all-round attacks, it looked like there were dozens of hells.

The fighting bear was beating it inhumanely.

Hanbola, who was in it, couldn't react at all, and even after reacting, he couldn't resist. The Hell Fighting Bear's powerful flying kicks and infinite combo kicks, if combined with teleportation, would be a nightmare for a single enemy.

, often you hurriedly resist the attack from this direction. The next moment, the same attack has appeared behind you, and you are completely unable to resist.

These are Carlos's original words, huh huh.

Now, Hanbola seems to have verified the practicality of this sentence. Moreover, it was stunned to begin with, and coupled with a powerful kick, it fell into a state of freeze. Even the first round of attacks could not resist it.

Yes, it would be like a thousand-foot waterfall cascading down, leaving no room to breathe.

"Dong dong dong dong——!!"

As if a heavy rain is hitting the stone street, the sound of clear and crisp blows keeps ringing out. Hanbola's tall body is now like a ball of soft dough, and his body is constantly being hit by fists and kicks that are thousands of times denser than raindrops.

Deformation.

It continuously soared upward from an altitude of several hundred meters, and stopped its momentum when it reached an altitude of nearly a thousand meters. It began to fall slowly, until it turned into a particle under acceleration and fell to a distance of less than a hundred meters from the ground.

In this short period of time, the Hell Fighting Bear's attacks followed closely and never stopped for a moment. The most conservative estimate is that during this period, Hanbola was punched and kicked at least 100,000 times. It can be said that

What a miserable word.

"Boom——!!"

With a difficulty level of 3.8 and a backflip of 1,080 degrees, I landed steadily. Not far behind me, Hanbola's body fell to the ground like a meteor, raising dust into the sky.

"..."

It's over, and I feel really empty.

I raised my head, probably because of the thunderstorm exerted by Han Bolla, the thick dark clouds in the sky slowly dispersed at this time, and a few rays of golden sunlight fell from the gaps, illuminating the messy battlefield.

It was particularly lonely and desolate.

Perhaps, this is the only good thing Hanbola did when he came here.

"Click..., click——!!"

From the deep pit where Han Bora fell, there was suddenly the sound of stones and mud falling, and then the sound of heavy footsteps.

Hanbola's huge and muscular body broke out of the dust, and returned to its original height of more than two meters. Although Hanbola still looked tall, it was different from the one that had exploded to more than four meters in height after it exploded with all its strength.

Compared with its huge body, it now gives people the feeling of weakness of a dying hero.

Its scarlet eyes had no focus, and its trembling legs swayed from side to side step by step, struggling to support its huge body as it walked towards me.

"An... Lord Andariel... Lord... I... I..."

It murmured subconsciously, and the scarlet color in its eyes gradually dimmed, but it still held up its body and came to me mechanically.

I didn't make any reaction, because I knew that Han Bolla was dead.

Sure enough, it completely ignored my presence. Hanbola's footsteps didn't stop for a moment, and passed me by. Its dilated pupils stared at the west for a long time, and slowly, slowly stretched out its hand to the front.

Grasping, gripping again and again toward the misty and ethereal air.

"Beryl... Sir, why... why..."

"Why?"

The roar from the soul came from the big mouth of Han Bolla roaring up to the sky. Until this moment, until only the last trace of soul was left, it dared to express the resentment towards Belial buried deep in its heart.

Let it out.

This roar is so desolate, angry, and sad, and it seems to have a trace of nostalgia, as if it contains the ups and downs of Hanbola in the past hundreds of years, whether it is friends, enemies, or even those who are full of love for monsters.

People who hate will also lower their heads silently.

This roar seemed to vent all the resentment, anger, and hostility in Han Bola's heart, and its face gradually became quiet and peaceful.

This roar consumed the last bit of soul consciousness of Hanbola. Its eyes gradually dimmed, lost color, and its pupils dilated and collapsed. It maintained its posture of staring blankly towards the west. Its knees could no longer support its huge body, and there was a roar.

Kneel down, your body gradually becomes stiff and loses its temperature.

But the ugly head still raised its head unyieldingly, and its lifeless gray pupils were like a statue, watching the distant sky in the west.

A moment later, Hanbolana's corpse, which had been turned into a sculpture, suddenly trembled violently and exploded into countless powders. Along with it, an overwhelming number of gold coins, like grains of golden wheat in a wheat field, fell from the sky.

, it rained gold coins for half a minute, and the thick layer of gold coins piled up on the ground submerged the heels, and everything returned to calm.

The rising sun emerged from the dark clouds, dyeing the battlefield paved with gold coins into a brilliant golden yellow. Hanbollah's roar before his death seemed to be echoing in the Maiharas Mountains.

Like a tragic song, it echoes in my ears for a long time.

"..."

Sighing, I silently paid my attention to the place where Han Bolla disappeared for a moment. Although he was not a mortal enemy of hell, this ugly monster was still a strong man, a warrior, and a warrior. This battle was also

A battle that benefited a lot and was enjoyable.

I was slightly sad for spring and sad for autumn for a while, and then I calmed down.

Well, this truly third-world mini-boss-level violent rate is different.

Just when I came to my senses, I was almost blinded by the golden coins on the ground reflecting the sunlight.

The Gamorro killed before was also at the domain level, but at that time, it had been weakened to the state of mind before it could be transported to the first world. Therefore, although it was a big explosion, it was still a bit different from actually killing a domain level monster.

.

And then...then there is Yizuer. Although Yizuer is no less powerful than Hanbola, or even better, it was me, Sister Sharna, Carlos and Seitko who worked together to narrowly defeat us.

However, most of its strength remains in its body. As the former number one warrior of the Angel Clan, it has accumulated hundreds of thousands of years of experience. Its state at that time has already slipped from its peak period of competing with the three demon gods.

To the level of pseudo-domain that makes people feel miserable.

As the number one warrior of the Angel Clan in the past, no matter how industrious and frugal Izuer was, his outfit would not be much worse. Yizuer's violent rate was almost as high as that of a demon king-level monster.

Now, a mini-boss-level monster that was intact, with no shrinkage in strength or over-expansion in the slightest, finally fell at my feet. I was finally able to see with my own eyes a real mini-boss monster under my powerful violence rate.

The gorgeous scene where the boss falls violently.

As a result, my eyes almost dangled.

This ugly monster has nothing to do with hiding so many gold coins. Hide something more meaningful for me, bastard!! For example, gems, dark gold equipment, green equipment or runes, aren't these more valuable?

, is it more convenient to carry and more meaningful?

I was nagging and complaining, but my men were not slow at all. The lazy crow and its four brothers, who had not appeared for a long time, finally made their grand appearance. When they saw the gold coins on the ground, they immediately felt like seeing a giant dragon with gems, croaking excitedly.

He got up, circled in the sky, and immediately started busy collecting.

"You guys, don't just watch from the sidelines, help me, you bastards!!"

I shouted into the distance.

After a while, two guys, Carlos and Seattle, came over shaking their heads and swaying their buttocks.

"Why did such a good thing happen to you?"

Fighting madman Seatik had a look of resentment on his face.

"Same people have different fates."

Even Carlos sighed.

Opponents like Han Bola are rare. Both I and the two of them urgently need such an opponent to train themselves. But there was only one bowl of porridge, and I served it first, so they could only stare from the sidelines.

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Not long after the battle between me and Han Bora, Carlos and Seattle Ke, who were a little behind, followed one after another. In the battle with Han Bora, I was so confident that I used Han Bora as a sparring partner.

, and concluded that it could not escape because it knew they were nearby.
To be continued...