The enemy was very strong, but the enemy's strength did not lie in the opponent's skills, but in the opponent's class.
The damage output of those skills was almost comparable to some Bosses.
However, it was a pity that it was still not enough to deal with him, even without the class suppression.
Zhou Yun grabbed the warhammer and whipped it fiercely, dodging the opponent's Resentful Doll.
"What?!"
"Impossible!"
When he saw Zhou Yun easily avoiding the Resentful Doll, his eyes widened in shock.
Shouldn't the opponent's vision be zero?
How could she avoid his Resentful Doll so easily?
Also, what was up with the other party's speed?
Why was it so fast?
"Not good!"
In just a moment of shock, Zhou Yun had rushed in front of him.
Dark Shield!
Darkness Protection!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
He immediately cast two layers of magic shields.
Mages were fragile.
Unfortunately, his opponent was Zhou Yun, an all-rounded Paladin with insane damage.
He roared!
Omnipotent Perpetual Movement!
Ancient Shield Strike (Careful)!
-2131!
A damage of 2100 floated above the Empty God.
His HP bar was emptied in an instant.
"Your…your injuries, no…no…impossible!”
"I'm very curious," Zhou Yun said indifferently."You're a piece of trash with less than 2200 HP. Where did you get the courage to challenge me?" With your skills?"
"Let me give you a lesson too.”
"There is no absolute power in this world. Every skill has its own way of restraining it.”
The God of Falsehood was terrified!
"No, I can't! I can't die! You can't take away my talent. I want to cancel the ancient arena! I want to cancel it!"
He desperately wanted to cancel the Ancient Arena, but how could that be possible?
If such a bugged arena could be opened and closed at will, what would the players do?
All the good talents should be given to the rich big shots.
"Walking Tank, you can't take my talent away. Quickly apply to the system and say that you're giving up on this stripping.”
"Otherwise, the experts of the dark side will never let you off. "
Dark side?
A powerhouse?
Zhou Yun wanted to laugh.
Isn't it tiring to play a fancy game?
"No matter what kind of dark side expert you are, if you want to deal with me, just come at me.”
"No matter how weak I am, I won't lose face in a game.”
"If the people on the live broadcast outside see this, I'm afraid America's reputation will be tarnished.”
"No!" the God of Falsehood said venomously. You can't take it away! "Without it, I'll be finished in America. No…no, you can't…"
But Zhou Yun ignored him and began to strip him of his rights.
[Ding!]
[You have obtained victory in the ancient arena. You have the right to deprive the enemy of their talents
.] Beginner Talent, Profession Talent:
[Do you want to take it away?]
At this stage, players usually only had 2 talents. Of course, there was also the possibility of a God's Favorite Child getting three or four talents.
"Begin stripping!"
[Ding!]
[Depriving...]
[You have deprived the opponent's initial talent:
The
ancient God of War was feared by countless gods because he was always able to become more and more brave on the battlefield.
When this talent exists, you are above Level 50, and you have been fighting for more than 30 minutes in battle, the God of War's Gift will be activated: Attack 500%, HP-50%, Attack Speed 200%, Speed 150%, Time Limited Skill (Ancient God's Roar: When the God of War's Gift is active, this skill is activated. Deals 2000 damage to the enemy in an area equal to the total attack power x2. Cooldown: 10 minutes.）
After looking at his talent attributes, Zhou Yun's first thought was: Late stage talent.
After reaching level 50, he could survive on the battlefield for 30 minutes. If he was not invincible, he felt that there was no need for him to play this game anymore.
However, it was a pity that he could not use this talent now. He had to wait until level 50, and level 50...
was not far away.
It took him almost half a month to farm to level 20 and complete a job transition. Who knew how difficult it was to level 30, level 40, level 40, level 50, and level 50.
"Sigh! To become an existence that everyone admired, this road was indeed far!”
With
the death of the God of Falsehood, the profound black vision dissipated, and the people who were closely watching the battle also saw the scene inside clearly.
"Hiss!"
"It's him! Damn it, our country's hidden expert has lost.”
"Ahhh…Why is it like this? Shouldn't he have broken through the other party's defense? "Just
now, according to an unknown source, the arena that suddenly appeared was an ancient arena that had the right to deprive the loser of his talent. The darkness that enveloped the arena was the skill of our country's player, the God of Falsehood: A deep black gaze. This skill can block your vision and reduce your visibility to 0. But even in such a situation, he still lost! This meant that a walking tank had the ability to see in the dark. In addition…he stripped the God of Emptiness of its initial talent: The God of War's Gift of the United States."
The God of Falsehood was defeated and lost his strongest talent. America did not need to nurture him, so they released the talent that had been taken away early.
After all, as long as one knew the specific content of the talent, there would definitely be a corresponding restraining system.
"Hiss!"
After reading the complete attributes of the God of War's Gift, all the players gasped.
"Fuck! Such a talent was taken away by a walking tank just like that?”
"Damn it! This f * cking bastard is already very strong, and now he has a super strong talent after level 50. How are we going to play?”
"If you f * cking ask me, who the f * ck should I ask? I also want to f * ck this brat to death!"
Silence!
After a short period of excitement, the players collectively fell silent.
They began to think deeply about what they had done wrong. The heavens wanted to punish them by giving them such a thing.
"Why do I have a feeling that the establishment of the Lord of Pantheon Guild has failed?”
A line of words flashed across the silent livestream room.
Soon, everyone replied.
"Premonition! Even our country's hidden experts couldn't deal with him. If he cooperated with the siege boss and the Lord of Pantheon was successfully established, I'll eat sh * t live.”
"Sigh! Could it be that the establishment of the world's number one guild in the future had to obtain the approval of this dog before it could be established?”
"Mom, I don't want to…"
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