In this world, apart from giants, there is probably no creature more suitable to become a 'warrior monk' than the dragons.

Warrior monks can cultivate an energy called 'qi', but this energy is essentially 'life force', and in the world of Assatom, there was no such profession as a warrior monk.

Although legends and even extraordinary warriors can use their vitality roughly, but the culture is different, and there is no culture similar to the oriental culture of the earth in this world, so naturally there will be no profession of 'warrior monk', until a warrior monk who has become a wanderer of the astral plane comes to this world, and the people of this world realize the existence of 'qi'.

Juggernauts who don't have 'Qi Slash' and no 'Storm of Blades' can only output through horizontal slashes, but when the first Juggernaut learns how to use 'Qi', the class with the highest output in the world of Assatom to date is born.

In the world of Assatom, the 'Juggernaut' is not only a profession, but also a title, and if the swordsmanship is not up to standard, it is just a 'warrior who can use qi'.

Cervantes has nothing to do with warrior monks, because warrior monks at least have to 'keep order', how can Cervantes, a black dragon who sometimes doesn't know what he's doing or thinking, become a warrior monk.

However, he did learn how to use 'qi' from a warrior monk, and he was also a neutral warrior monk, and although Cervantes was not a warrior monk, he was able to use the warrior monk's combat skills and some skills.

His perception is not covered, but Leng is like this, and his face is still scratched.

Not a legendary wanderer, but it should be about the same!

Although I don't know that the wanderer didn't cut his throat in the first place, is it to show off his skills?

Cervantes licked the blood from his hands, his gaze wandering in front of him, although he knew that the wound was poisonous, but it was useless to him.

"What stupidity!"

As soon as the black dragon stomped his feet, the people in the cave felt a sudden movement of the mountain, and the gravel fell from the roof of the cave and smashed into the people, causing them to scream in terror.

The shot was as fast as lightning, and the real dragon claws and daggers collided, rubbing brilliant sparks.

The muscles of the right leg tensed, the foot board lightly touched the ground, with the left foot as the center of the circle, the black arc crossed the air, and a light wind blew the smoke and dust in the cave, blowing the oil lamp hanging on the cave wall.

The straight calves crossed the top of the old man's head, just in time to 'cut' the last bit of hair on his head.

The one-eyed wanderer ducked Cervantes' roundhouse kick and held a musket in his hand, his index finger lightly pressing.

Bang!

The gunpowder is activated, and the powerful power pushes the projectile forward to fly, and the magic patterns on the projectile light up one after another, and the flashing red light indicates the word 'danger'.

"Tsk!"

Rumble!

The flames exploded, the wanderer was long gone, and Cervantes patted the flames on his clothes, but he was unscathed.

The stunned people were startled by the sound of the fireball exploding, and then reacted.

"Ahh

The person closest to the tunnel screamed, then turned and ran towards the tunnel.

But as soon as he stepped into the tunnel, his whole body was divided into several parts, and the neatly cut pieces of flesh fell to the ground with a 'click', and the blood instantly stained the steel wire that reflected the cold light under the light.

Although it was only fleeting, many people could see it clearly, and the second person stopped and stood in front of the tightrope with a pale face.

"Ahh

The crowd behind her was so crowded that a woman stumbled under her feet, fell forward, and hit the person standing in front of the tightrope, who had only time to turn back before her upper body was shredded by the tightrope and her body fell to the ground.

“...... It's you!" The woman who knocked down the man sat on the ground, but there was a sharp accusation from the crowd behind her: "You knocked him down! You killed him!

"No! no...... I didn't have ......"

The woman who was slumped on the ground shouted, "Who pushed me? It's that person! It's not me!"

Looking at the two extra wounds on his arm, the black dragon became irritable.

"Roar!"

The dragon's roar burst into his ears with a strong force, and the wanderer lost his mind for a moment, but that moment it almost made the difference between life and death.

The nearby wind of fists cut through the wanderer's wrinkled face, and the next moment, the wanderer sank into the shadows again.

Without the shouting and noise of the men, Cervantes could already hear the wanderer's thin footsteps.

Call!

A punch swept backwards, the wanderer was hit in the head, and then swept by the wind, wisps of 'shadows' fell to the ground, and two wanderers who were difficult to distinguish between real and false appeared in front of the black dragon's eyes.

Suck - whew!

The flames that overflowed from the mouth revealed one of the dragons' most famous attacks!

The hot tongue of fire licked the ground and the walls of the cave, and the flames rolled back, engulfing the two shadows made of the power of shadows.

The dagger that struck from behind sliced through the dragon's scales, but never an inch came again.

The one-eyed wanderer's face changed, his two daggers slashed at the black dragon's back, and Cervantes grinned back after his body swelled, his bright yellow eyes glinting dangerously.

The wanderer's ankle was entangled in the dragon's tail, and the black dragon flicked its tail, and the great force led the wanderer, throwing him to the ground.

"A solo dragon slayer, or a wanderer, are you stupid?"

It's hard to even break through the defenses, and Cervantes really can't understand how this wanderer came up with the idea of 'slaying dragons alone', it's stupid enough!

"Ahem, not necessarily......"

Although trampled under the feet of a black dragon, the One-Eyed Wanderer clearly had no idea of 'giving up', and he gently shook his right hand.

Cervantes looked at the nearby tightrope, and a fishy smell wafted into his nose.

"...... 'dragon poison'?" the black dragon suddenly realized.

Although it is claimed to be a poison that can slay dragons, it is also an alchemical potion during the Arcane Empire, and it has long disappeared in the long river of history with the destruction of the Arcane Empire.

"You're here to deal with me?"

Although I don't know where this 'dragon poison potion' came from, even Cervantes has only seen it in his inherited memory, but since he will paint these wires with 'dragon poison', then it can be confirmed that this wanderer is here to deal with himself, maybe this strange cult is just a bait, after all, the dead fat man just now is just a magic stick, and he doesn't have half a magic ornament on his body.

You know, in this day and age, cultists are going to the gallows!

No one dares to pretend to be a cultist, because if they are discovered, they will lose their heads.

Among the people still alive in this cave, including the wanderer at his feet, there are only thirteen people, after all, there is no benefit to joining the cult and it is easy to lose their heads, if they are not really ignorant, no one will join the cult.

"I want to know, how did you know I was going to be here?"

The black dragon asked suspiciously, "The target is a random choice I choose, how did you know that I would come here?"

It can't be like this for all cult strongholds in Wende City, right?

If this wanderer has a 'dragon poison potion' in his hand, is there at least one legend waiting for him anywhere else, or is there someone else with a 'dragon poison potion' waiting to deliver him to his door?

"Your Majesty the 'All-Knowing Eye' knows everything - let me go now, or you'll die soon-"

The wanderer watched as his palm clenched, the tightrope had been tightened, and blood had even oozed from the black dragon's body, but he was the same!

He lowered his head slightly, his eyes blurred for a while, and saw that the black dragon's cracked trouser leg had been stained with red blood, and his throat seemed to be stuck, and he looked at Cervantes's indifferent eyes in a daze, but he couldn't say a word anymore.

"The poison on the first knife is just to make me careless, and the real killing move is here......"

Looking at the wanderer, whose eyes had dimmed, Cervantes broke free of the tightrope, and without the wanderer's control, the price he paid was only to cause a few more wounds on his body.

He took a deep breath, his mind sank, mobilizing the 'qi' in his body, and with the powerful recovery power of his body, the wound healed in an instant.

Warrior Monk Skills - [Qi Luck Dantian], [King Kong Body]!

The former healed his wounds, and the latter made him invulnerable.

Glancing at the dead wanderer again, the black dragon smiled disdainfully.

"It's stupid not to be able to do it even with the end!"

'Seth, are you alright?'

'There's a wanderer close to a legend, but I've already taken it out. The person in charge here is a god, which means that this is a fake cult!'

'Then I will go and find out the all-knowing eye, who dares to plot against you, whoever he may be......

'He is dead!'

(End of chapter)