Original God: Max level combat method can do whatever you want

The sound of gold and iron clashing sounded.

The lightning from the flying double-headed gun dissipated and flew backwards.

Dartaglia, who was rushing over, took the spear, performed a few gun tricks, and continued to move forward, with the tip of the spear pointing directly at Meng Xing's throat.

"kill!"

Facing this attack, Meng Xing remained motionless.

His five fingers formed into claws and grabbed the tip of Tartaglia's gun directly.

Click~

Under Tartaglia's shocked gaze, the spear that was once unstoppable was now tightly grasped by five fingers that were glowing with fire.

No progress at all.

"Turn~"

Tartaglia roared angrily, and his figure spun rapidly, causing the gun to dance along with it.

It seemed as if he was trying to break free from Meng Xing's five fingers holding the spear.

"very good."

Meng Xing loosened his grip, then put his five fingers together and slammed the gun tip hard.

The force of rotation instantly lost its center of gravity, and the spear suddenly shifted.

Wait until the spear advances a short distance due to inertia.

His five fingers moved again, directly gripping the gun handle and holding it tightly.

The powerful force prevented the spear from rotating any further.

The effect of inertia almost made Tartaglia let go of his right hand.

But this guy is also a ruthless person.

I will go forward even if it means getting hurt.

The spear in his hand broke into two.

Half of the gun fell into Meng Xing's hand, and the other half was tightly grasped by Datalia's left hand. He turned the gun head and stabbed it directly into Meng Xing's eyebrows.

See this.

Meng Xingkong's left hand suddenly moved.

The same five fingers formed into claws and once again grasped the half spear.

Without waiting for Tartaglia's reaction.

Meng Xing's folded hands flipped in an instant.

The powerful force directly lifted Tartaglia into the air, and the two sections of the spear fell out of her hands at the same time.

Once again his weapons were unarmed.

Throwing down the two sections of the spear in his hand, Meng Xing clenched his fist, the fire ignited again, and punched out.

Knowing that he could no longer get close, Tartaglia immediately gave up the idea of ​​getting close. He wrapped himself in lightning and dodged the powerful punch.

After missing the punch, Meng Xing didn't plan to pursue.

"You're not planning on getting close?"

It seems that Tartaglia retreated a long distance and called back his spear.

Meng Xing laughed immediately.

This guy didn't believe it at first and insisted on getting close.

Have you learned your lesson now?

He is not a pure mage who is powerless.

This guy wants to fight him in close combat?

Think more.

"It's really tricky~"

"But it was a very enjoyable fight."

Tartaglia held a spear in his hand, his face solemn beneath the mask.

But more than that, it is an emotion called excitement.

This guy handled it perfectly.

I launched two consecutive fierce attacks, using all my strength.

As a result, the opponent disarmed him with one hand for the first time and forced him to retreat.

The second time he used the power of the evil eye, it only forced him to use his second hand.

This guy hasn't moved even a bit until now.

Simply perverted.

His reaction is better than his, his speed is faster than his, his strength is stronger than his, and his fighting skills are not inferior to his in the slightest.

It’s not hard to see in just these two short rounds.

In terms of close combat, I'm afraid I don't have any chance at all.

"Dude, are you also a Genshin?"

I remembered the flames coming out of the other person's fist.

Tartaglia asked tentatively.

"no!"

Meng Xing just shook his head.

"That's it~"

Tartaglia believed it: "Okay, I understand that my friend has secrets."

"Then I'm going to go all out."

"You gotta hang in there, man."

"Don't let me down!"

"Just come."

Meng Xing waved his hand, signaling Tartaglia to do as he pleased.

The full firepower that Tartaglia mentioned probably refers to the Demon King's armed forces.

The other party learned from Sicock and acquired a series of extremely evil combat skills, from which this demon king's armed forces came.

Afterwards, this genius further improved the Demon King's weapon, using some of the Ice God's powers, plus the Eye of God and the Evil Eye.

A form forged by the forced fusion of martial arts.

More powerful than before.

Well...I have to say, it's really handsome!

This thing is really eye-catching.

When Meng Xing saw this posture for the first time, he was jealous.

Who doesn’t want to have an armor fusion?

But now he is not envious anymore.

He has too.

"Be careful."

Tartaglia warned.

The power given by the Ice God, open!

Eye of God, Evil Eye, open!

Demon King Arms, activated!

Powers of different origins were forcibly fused and forged by Tartaglia.

A dark purple armor slowly enveloped it.

An energy cloak with the color of the starry sky slowly fell behind him.

"Hahahaha~"

"Sorry for the wait, man. Let's have a big fight."

After putting on this set of demon king's armor.

Tartaglia's personality seems to have become a lot more rampant.

"war!"

With a roar, lightning gathered in the sky.

Tartaglia transformed into thunder and rushed forward with rolling thunder.

Looking at this scene, Meng Xing's eyes twitched.

Are you still so stubborn and want to get close to me?

Isn't this asking for trouble?

In fact, Meng Xing did the same.

'Skill: Physical Enhancement.'

"Skills and power increase."

'High-level Dragon Power.'

'High-level Holy Flame...'

Two basic and two advanced, a total of four enhanced skills activated.

Meng Xing raised his right hand, a blazing flame burning, and then he slapped out directly.

Feel it all my friend.

This is...Paowa~

Boom~Boom~

There was a loud roar, followed by a series of crashes.

Tartaglia, who was rushing forward, was slapped in the face and flew out violently, smashing two small hills in succession, and fell directly into an abandoned ruin, and was finally buried by rolling rocks.

"Done~"

Meng Xing clapped his hands nonchalantly.

This slap felt so good.

I have to say, it feels very comfortable to slap someone.

A slight sigh.

Meng Xing floated down onto the ruins and waved his hand to remove the rubble that was pressing down on Tartaglia.

"How's it going? You're not dead, are you?"

"Cough cough cough ~ puff ~"

Tartaglia, lying in the ruins, spat out a mouthful of blood.

Breathing finally became a lot easier.

His face was a little pale. He turned to look at Meng Xing with a wry smile on his face.

"Man, this isn't even a fight."

He wanted a fair fight.