C52 Tiger Descends Ping Yang(2)

And then I figured it out, it wasn't the urge to save the damsel in distress, it was the evil in their bodies that I sensed. Of course, this kind of evil is far from being considered a heinous crime, but I am at the initial stage of practicing dark magic. I am especially sensitive to evil information. I have the urge to devour all evil things and turn them into my own.

"You're courting death!" The hoodlums had a fierce look in their eyes, and they couldn't care less about the cloaked woman. They surround me. "Don't talk nonsense with him. Cripple him first!" A stronger thug punched me in the face. Based on my judgment, at most, he's a level 5 martial artist. How dare such a person attack me? I casually raised my hand in disdain to block.

Pa! My face was actually solidly hit. After a burst of golden flowers appeared, my body involuntarily fell backwards.

"Caw?" I was shocked. What happened? I stood up in a daze, not knowing what to do. A person of this level could actually hit me, did I see a ghost?

I lowered my head to look at Atma's talisman. The scarab didn't appear! I was worried that after being attacked, a group of terrifying insects would suddenly appear and devour his flesh.

Bang! I took another kick to my abdomen. This kick caused my entire stomach to contract.

Impossible, the punches and kicks that no one has done for hundreds of years have made me feel pain. This must be a dream. I forcefully shook my head, completely forgetting that I am no longer a peerless martial artist.

"Dog thing, you dare to save a beauty with just this bit of strength. Beat him to death!" The punches and kicks of these hoodlums rain down on me like raindrops. What is laughable is that I, this peerless hero, am actually unable to retaliate. He was knocked over again and again, and it was so miserable that he looked like a stray dog that had fallen into a stinky ditch.

I was beaten black and blue, and my face was covered in blood.

The beetle didn't appear. But every time I was knocked down, I quickly stood up. Straightening up like a javelin. The pain in my body slowly sobered my mind. I am no longer that peerless hero, Zhang Loong. My current identity is a First Grade Necromancer. I am not even able to create a White Bone skeleton warrior. My body is not even comparable to a slightly stronger man.

Although my mind is starting to clear up, the huge difference in my mental state makes me at a loss for what to do. I only know that I have to stand up, I cannot tolerate falling on the ground like a wild dog and being ravaged by others. I was knocked down dozens of times, but I still stubbornly stand up again and again. For the sake of my dignity, this is the only thing I can still do.

"Could it be that this brat can't be beaten to death?" The punks were gasping for breath. They were tired from the beating and could not help but feel confused. Ordinary people would have been beaten to death long ago, but I still stood firmly like a javelin.

I suddenly laughed. I was really stupid and could not accept the humiliation of being bullied by dogs. I actually forgot my creed: Victory does not depend on absolute power! Without power, I can use my instincts. Did I really live for nothing after living for a few hundred years?

My smile is probably very terrifying. The laughing made the hoodlums a little nervous. "What the heck are you laughing at!" The strongest hoodlum decided to completely defeat me and suddenly threw a punch at my face. Since my brain is clear, then it's your turn to suffer. The talent of the people of Arreat is not undeserved. I moved to the side. Although my speed wasn't fast, it was enough to avoid this punch. After dodging the attack, I immediately used my palm as a blade and slashed at his ribs. The strong thug didn't even have time to snort before he collapsed onto the ground. Although I lost all my strength, I didn't forget my killing technique.

"Ya, this brat is pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger! Everyone be careful, use this fellow, let's attack together!" The hoodlums took out their daggers and attacked from different directions.

Pa! I slammed my palm on the throat of the hoodlum who was attacking from the front, and the hoodlum immediately fainted. But the daggers of the two hoodlums behind me can't be dodged with my current speed. My current speed is very slow. My stamina has become very weak. Just as I was about to grit my teeth and receive the two daggers, a black spear suddenly appeared out of nowhere. With two knocks, the two hoodlums were sent flying. The two hoodlums fell onto the street and didn't move at all.

The black-cloaked woman walked in front of me, took off the cloak on her head, patted my shoulder and said, "You're a very brave person, but you're so weak, don't force yourself to take the lead."

"Wuwaa!" The people in the tavern let out low cries.

The moment I saw the woman's face, I felt my breathing stop for a long time. Talitha's beauty still belonged to the category of humans, but that woman's face did not seem to come from the human world. That woman looked to be 17 or 18 years old, with a head of golden and golden hair. She simply combed a very mischievous ponytail, and there was only a half-moon-shaped ruby on her forehead as accessories. That was all. There were no other accessories. The beautiful gem was completely colorless under her face. You couldn't say how white her skin was, but her pink skin seemed to be able to squeeze out water. Her tender and tender red lips curved slightly, carrying a mischievous smile. It immediately reminds people of the brightest and sweetest fruit. They wish they could immediately taste the willow leaves with their beautiful eyebrows. No, it could not be said how charming her eyebrows were. That kind of beauty couldn't be described with the word charming, because there was a heroic spirit between her eyebrows. It increased her unique charm. Her eyes are like the most beautiful stars, the deepest lake water, and my mind is filled with poor and pitiful words, Moonflower Embellishment? Sinking fishes and geese? No, her appearance could only be described with four words. That was to bring disaster to the country and bring disaster to the people!

I have completely forgotten what is rude and what is losing my composure. I look at her as if I have never seen a woman in my life.

That beauty holds a spear in her right hand and her arm is exposed outside the cloak. Because it was summer, she was probably wearing a short-sleeved shirt. Her arm was fair and tender, but it was completely different from ordinary beauties. Her strong muscles were very strong and filled with the charm of youth. She was tall and only half a head shorter than me (Talitha's height was just enough to reach my chin).

That beauty takes out a handkerchief and helps me wipe the blood on my face. Her eyes contain a mischievous smile. Only then did I come back to my senses. I hurriedly shifted my gaze away and felt extremely embarrassed. Look, this farce of a hero saving a beauty.

"Do you want to go and see a doctor? The corner of your mouth is split open!"

"Oh, no need." I feel very embarrassed.

"Huh?" The beauty's expression suddenly changed. My heart skipped a beat. Don't tell me that I look like a Necromancer? My heart is filled with disgust. Fortunately, that beauty didn't seem to despise my profession. She frowned and said in a low voice, "I didn't expect to be here so soon..." Then, she quickly covered her head with a cloak and threw a few coins onto the table. Like a whirlwind, she left the room.

Before leaving the room, the beauty looked back at me with a mischievous smile. This smile makes me feel even more embarrassed. Forcibly stand out? I feel like I'm a clown, putting on a spectacular farce.

I used to have supreme power, but today I'm beaten half to death by a few punks... I felt an indescribable sense of loss in my heart. Humans are just so strange. When they possess it, they don't know how to cherish it at all. Only after losing it did I feel that the things that I once possessed were so precious.

When I walk on the streets, I can be said to have thousands of emotions. The killings of tomb raiders, the humiliation of the gangsters, the things that have happened in the past few days have made me extremely depressed.

What am I thinking? Isn't this my own choice? Why can't I abandon Talitha for the sake of her resurrection? Furthermore, a high grade Necromancer also possessed the strength of tens of thousands of people to revere it. What's wrong with me? I'm already a few hundred years old, why are there still so many young people with vanity?

I stretched my back and said, "Let's go back to the tomb and start over again!" However, I secretly made up my mind. I won't climb out of the tomb until I step into the realm of the strong. I don't want to experience such humiliation again.