C9 They're All Weirdos

"All the weak are my stepping stones. And the strong are just the peaks that I am climbing! "

- - 'Demon Laws'.

Clark's big hand grabbed towards Clot. He didn't expect that Clot, who had his eyes closed, would suddenly fight with his right hand to meet Clark. With a flip of his wrist, he dodged Clark's big hand and grabbed Clark's wrist instead.

Then -

Peng!

Clark's huge body was thrown away by Clot just like that. Not only Clark, but also Daniel, who was preparing to watch a good show.

"Phew, it doesn't count. This kid has launched a sneak attack." Clark's skin was thick, and he didn't suffer any injuries when he fell down like this. After getting up, he rushed towards Clot again.

Clot frowned and did not hold back anymore. He jumped high and dodged Clark's front servant. His whole body quickly fell down and kicked at Clark. Clark, who had suffered once, was careful this time. When he saw that he missed, he immediately rolled to the side. He lifted his feet up high, causing Clot's attack to miss.

"Boy, you are very powerful. Then I'll have to be serious." Clark shouted. In an instant, a faint yellow light emerged from his body. It was the yellow light of the earth.

A rank 3 earth element barbarian?

Clot was not afraid. Instead, he was looking forward to it.

With a muffled cry, he flew away at high speed. Clot's body was full of explosive power. His speed was not slow to begin with, not to mention that Clot cultivated the power of light.

At the speed of light.

Of course, Clot's speed couldn't reach the speed of light, but the speed of light attribute barbarians was indeed an advantage. Just as Clark was about to attack, Clot had already arrived.

Then -

"Bang! Bang!

After two consecutive kicks, Clot felt as if he had kicked an iron plate. He thought to himself that Clark's defense was indeed amazing.

Clark took three steps back before he could stabilize his body. His face was full of disbelief. Clot's strength had far exceeded his expectations. He was famous for his defense.

Clark had fought hard in the battlefield. He had a lot of combat experience. He knew now was not the time to be shocked. However, his reaction was fast. Clot's reaction was even faster than his.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!

Both of his fists emitted a white light. Every punch contained the power of light. After three consecutive punches, Clark couldn't take it anymore. He was sent flying with a cry of pain.

"Ah ~

Bang!

How could Clark endure such a powerful physical strength and the power of light? Don't forget, Clot was a peak Third Grade Barbarian.

As soon as Clot retracted his fists, he felt a trace of danger from his powerful soul power. He quickly retreated and dodged to the side in the air. He hesitated and said quickly. The moment Clot dodged, a black cold light flashed.

That was close!

When Clot landed on the ground, Daniel was already standing in front of Clot. He grinned and said, "Compete speed. I will accompany you."

Immediately, Daniel's movement technique was used quickly. In Clot's eyes, there was only an afterimage.

The power of wind was the same as the speed of victory.

Clot sneered. With one hand behind his back, he just stood there, not knowing what to do.

Daniel couldn't help laughing in his heart. It was indeed the best way to deal with fast people. However, not everyone could use this move. At least, in front of their own speed, almost no one could grasp it.

Daniel was very confident.

"It's an opportunity." Daniel thought to himself. He held the dagger horizontally and aimed it at Clot's neck.

Puff!

Daniel could not believe it. His speed had reached its peak. His opponent was only a Third Grade Barbarian. How could he have figured out his attack trajectory?

However, it was too late. Clot kicked him in the abdomen. The intense pain made his internal organs twitch. He was not Clark's abnormal defense. Defense was his weakness.

Bang! Daniel's body was like a kite with a broken string, hitting Clark who was still lying on the ground.

"Ouch! It hurts! Daniel, you bastard, get up!" Clark cursed.

Daniel struggled to get up. He looked at Clot with confusion. "How did you find me?"

Clot gave a rare smile and said, "Since I can dodge your hidden weapon, why can't I dodge your attack?"

Daniel looked as if he had suffered a heavy blow and said in frustration, "Speaking of which, but... forget it, we are convinced of you."

Clark also stood up and patted the dust off his body. He and Daniel looked at each other and shouted reluctantly, "Boss!"

"Boss? You two are not mistaken, are you?" Clot frowned. Did they lose their minds?

Daniel flirted. "That's right," he said. From now on, you are our boss. " Actually, the two of us only came today. "We have already agreed that once all three of us are in the tent, the most powerful one will be our boss. The others must obey unconditionally."

Clot looked around. There were only three beds, which meant that only three people could live in one tent. Clot said, "I see, but I won't call you boss even if I lose."

After saying that, he went back to the bed alone, leaving the two of them dumbfounded.

"Damn, Daniel, our boss seems to be very good." Clark said in a low voice.

Daniel also muttered, "That's right. He's a little cocky. He's too short and stunted."

Clot naturally heard every word of these words. However, he only smiled. If Daniel knew that Clot was only thirteen years old, Then his expression must have been rich.

Daniel could not help but feel discouraged when he saw that Clot did not react at all. He moved closer to Clot's side and said curiously, "By the way, boss, which prison did you come from?"

"Prison?" Clot did not understand what he meant.

Clark nodded. Daniel and I are both from the forbidden prison in the imperial city. It can be considered one of the best prisons in Yellowstone Kingdom, and the criminals there have committed the greatest crimes. " But Boss, you are so strong, and it doesn't seem like you came from the forbidden prison in King City. "

"That's right. Clark and I are considered the top prisoners in the forbidden prison, but we have never heard of you."

Furthermore, if Clot came out of the forbidden prison, he should be sent by the same batch. However, Clot was obviously not one of them.

Clot said plainly, "I did not come from prison. How should I put it? I was directly arrested."

"That works too? Don't you need to spend some time in prison to reform?" Daniel was speechless.

Clot was interested. "What is this place?" he asked.

Clark opened his mouth and asked, "What is this place? "No way, boss. You don't even know this?"

After confirming that Clot really did not know, Clark explained helplessly, "Boss, this is the border of Yellowstone Principality. There is a war between Yellowstone Principality and Layman Duchy now. Our current organization is a special independent regiment. It is different from the regular army. All the members of the Special Forces are prisoners sent from the major prisons of the duchy. "

Prisoners? What are they doing? "

Daniel continued, "That's easy. There are many kinds of people who are imprisoned by the duchy. Among them, there are people who kill and rob, and there are many experts among them. For example, you and me. Perhaps the Yellowstone Principality was about to be destroyed. Anyway, there was a piece of news. All those who have yet to be executed have a chance to revoke all charges. It was very simple. Join this special mission. To take 100 lives of the enemy in the war and cut off their left ears. Then they could regain their freedom. "What, didn't the two rank 3 barbarians introduce them to you?"

Clot shook his head. He didn't know anything about it.

"What do we need to do now?" Clot asked.

Daniel tilted his head back. That was his bed. "We'll wait and see when the special forces start. As long as we get 100 left ears, I'll leave this place immediately. It's too boring."

"Yes, the war has started five days ago. The special mission is still quiet," Clark said.

"Then let's wait." Clot said.

Clot took out Marquez's divine core and continued injecting dark energy into it.

"Essence core?" Clark suddenly shouted, and Daniel quickly surrounded him.

After looking at it carefully, Daniel scolded Clark angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about? How can there be such a large essence core? Even the essence nucleus of a Ninth Grade Fierce Beast is not even half of this."

Clark nodded and said, That's true. But Daniel, don't you feel that Boss' posture is very similar to refining a barbarian warrior puppet? Furthermore, what he injected didn't seem to be the Barbarian Light Yuan energy, but the Barbarian Darkness Yuan energy?"

After being reminded by Clark, Daniel also realized that something was wrong. However, Clot had already closed his eyes. He had no intention of explaining. Daniel pulled the corner of Clark's clothes and whispered, "Clark, our boss doesn't seem very normal."

"That's right." Clark nodded seriously.

For the next three days, Clot and the other two stayed in the tent without any orders. Clot was happy to have some free time. Apart from not being able to step out of the tent, there was food and drink. Clot could focus on refining barbarian warrior puppets.

On the fourth day, someone finally paid attention to the three people.

"The three of you?" The person who came was a tall general called Mcnaughter. She was the commander of the special mission.

"Commander Mcnaughter, is there a problem?" Seeing Mcnaughter frown slightly, Daniel said flirtatiously.

"The three of you are ridiculously tall and short. Forget it. I will send you your uniforms later and prepare to fight in the afternoon." Mcnaughter appeared to be a little impatient.

The armor's specifications were fixed and she did not know if there was such a large one. Mcnaughter stared at Clark and could not help but think.

When Mcnaughter noticed Clark's huge size, she unconsciously compared the shortest Clot to him. However, when Mcnaughter noticed Clot, she was also secretly surprised in her heart.

His long black and white hair and baby face were full of coldness. It could even be called cold. His black pupils did not seem to have any emotions. What kind of person was he?

The tent was filled with strange people.