Chapter 190 The Barbarian's Pride

Qiao Yu was stunned for a moment, then hugged Ma Fei tightly.

"I'm sorry! You're amazing! You're too amazing! You are the number one sword cultivator in the otherworld of the future!"

Hearing this sentence, Ma Fei finally closed his eyes peacefully, with a slight smile on his lips.

Then, Ma Fei suddenly opened his eyes like a corpse, grabbing Qiao Yu's collar.

"I've tried my best, you must win! Don't let me, Ma Fei, lose face!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ma Fei fainted with satisfaction.

"Don't worry, I will definitely not lose."

A look of determination flashed in Qiao Yu's eyes, and then he asked the referee to find someone to carry Ma Fei down.

He looked around under the ring and confirmed that Zuo You and the others were fine, then Qiao Yu slowly stood up and stared directly at Gu Ming across the ring.

At this time, the Liu brothers had also been carried away. They were in no condition to continue fighting.

Gu Ming also stared at Qiao Yu with a gloomy face.

No one expected that in the end, there would be two necromancers left on the field.

It was unbelievable that these extremely rare hidden classes would suddenly appear and compete on the same stage.

"I admit, I did underestimate you a bit. I should have gone all out from the start."

Gu Ming raised his dark red staff, his eyes full of killing intent.

"However, you have really angered me! It's all over! Hand of Death!"

An eerie, gigantic ghost hand instantly appeared behind Qiao Yu, surrounded by the wails of ghosts and emitting a strange green light.

As soon as the ghost hand appeared, it grabbed towards Qiao Yu!

Qiao Yu didn't hesitate at all, turning around and punching directly towards the back.

He knew very well that he would have absolutely no chance of winning if he fought Gu Ming with necromancy. He had to use his physical body as much as possible to have a chance!

Clang!

Qiao Yu punched the ghost hand, making a muffled sound, as if hitting fine iron.

The ghost hand only paused slightly before continuing to grab towards Qiao Yu. Countless ghosts lingered between its fingers, and wisps of green smoke rose from time to time, which was extremely terrifying!

Needless to say, there would be no good end if caught by this thing.

"This ghost thing is really hard!"

Qiao Yu frowned secretly. As an A-grade skill, Hand of Death would not give up until it grabbed something and took it back to the underworld.

"In that case, I'll let you grab enough!"

"Skeleton Summoning! Giant Spirit Technique!"

Qiao Yu chanted for a while, then waved the Dark Staff. A small skeleton appeared on the spot, and then the small skeleton expanded rapidly, turning into a towering skeleton giant nearly ten meters tall!

The skeleton giant picked up a rusty iron sword and slashed at the ghost hand, but it couldn't hurt the ghost hand at all except for splashing sparks on it.

Instead, the skeleton giant's actions angered the ghost hand. The ghost hand slapped it to the ground, then grabbed it and dragged it towards the underworld.

The skeleton giant, nearly ten meters tall, had no power to resist in front of the ghost hand.

But this was exactly Qiao Yu's purpose!

As long as the Hand of Death grabs something, it will automatically pull the grabbed thing back to the underworld. Qiao Yu, a living person, would definitely die if he was pulled in, but the little skeleton...

This thing was originally summoned from the underworld by him, so he could just pull it back and summon it again.

Just as Qiao Yu thought his plan was successful, the eerie ghost hand, which had already disappeared halfway, seemed to notice something was wrong!

Qiao Yu vaguely heard a roar from the void, and then the ghost hand was about to stretch out again!

"You've already gone back halfway and still want to come out? Get lost!"

Qiao Yu straightened up and rammed into it with an Iron Mountain Lean, knocking the ghost hand another third of the way back, then followed up with two punches, and the ghost hand was directly hammered back to the underworld.

This terrifying physical strength made the audience twitch.

Are these really two necromancers fighting? Why did they feel that the necromancer named Qiao Yu was a little strange? Could he be a body cultivator disguised as a necromancer?

"Gate of Akka!"

Qiao Yu had just dealt with the ghost hand and hadn't had time to breathe a sigh of relief when Gu Ming cast necromancy again.

This time it was a necromancy that Qiao Yu was very familiar with.

"Finally, there's one I know too! Gate of Akka!"

Qiao Yu cast the same skill!

A crack appeared behind Gu Ming, and then a neat line of 50 headless knights riding skeleton warhorses appeared behind Gu Ming.

On the other hand, Qiao Yu only had a pitiful 20. Qiao Yu's forehead was full of black lines.

It's not scary to wear the same clothes, whoever is uglier is embarrassed. The same goes for skills...

Gu Ming sneered, then pointed with his staff, and 50 headless knights charged towards Qiao Yu.

Qiao Yu didn't back down either, and 20 headless knights迎了上去(yíng le shàng qù - welcomed and went up to meet them).

However, the headless knights he summoned were not only fewer in number than Gu Ming's, but even their individual combat capabilities were crushed by Gu Ming.

Qiao Yu tried to use various formations and tactics to narrow the gap, but it was difficult for a clever woman to make a meal without rice.

No matter how powerful a general is in leading troops, it is impossible to defeat the opponent with less than half the strength, not to mention that Gu Ming is not a fool, he is also an extremely powerful high-level necromancer!

"Hehe, as a necromancer, you actually practice your physical body. Qiao Yu, you are simply a complete joke!"

Gu Ming's mouth hung with a sneer, which, coupled with his high cheekbones, made him feel more like a necromancer than a necromancer.

In the current situation, Qiao Yu's defeat was already determined.

His necromancy was simply unable to compete with Gu Ming.

"Qiao Yu, you don't understand what a necromancer's elegance is at all. You can't defeat me. The current situation is the best proof!"

"A strong physical body is useless to a necromancer! You are simply defiling the profession of necromancer! You are no different from an uncivilized barbarian. Kneel down and beg me, maybe I have a way to pull you back from the wrong path."

Gu Ming raised his eyebrows slightly and stared at Qiao Yu coldly. He wanted to defeat Qiao Yu from both the psychological and physical levels.

Only in this way could he wash away the shame that Qiao Yu and the others had brought him.

"Is that so? Then I have to thank you for your kindness."

Qiao Yu lowered his eyes, and no one at the scene could see his expression. It seemed that he had really admitted defeat.

Then Qiao Yu waved gently, and a headless knight returned to Qiao Yu from the front line.

Gu Ming frowned, seemingly unable to figure out what Qiao Yu was going to do.

He saw Qiao Yu pull down the headless knight, then flip over and jump on the skeleton warhorse himself!

Qiao Yu suddenly raised his head, his deep blue eyes full of fiery fighting spirit!

"Gu Ming, if your so-called elegance and power is to make me bow my knees, then I will let you see what the pride of a barbarian is!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a black and white long knife appeared in Qiao Yu's hand!

The moment this knife appeared, all the audience present suddenly felt their hearts skip a beat, as if this knife had a natural deterrent to them!

The Zhulong Yanyue Dao, for the first time, showed its unparalleled sharpness in full view!