82 Raging Hell Claws, That's It?

Seeing his title, this was a warrior class that specialized in close combat.

He had also reached Level 68.

It was slightly stronger than Wan Yuhe.

However, in a real battle, attributes were only a reference.

She was the daughter of the Sword Emperor, so her resources were definitely not bad.

No wonder Yan Qinglong had the right to be arrogant.

When Zhou Han saw the description of the accessory, he knew why he was not disturbed by the deceleration.

Although this talisman was only Platinum-grade, there was an 80% chance of being immune to negative statuses.

Yan Qinglong had just triggered this effect.

Therefore, he could rush out and fight Zhou Han head-on.

Otherwise, he would be trapped in the wind and unable to move.

"This talisman is not bad. If only it could drop later!"

Zhou Han had already thought of what would happen after the battle.

However, Yan Qinglong had already rushed up to him.

"You want to fight me in close combat? Then I'll let you enjoy it!"

Zhou Han's lips curled into a smile.

To be honest, Zhou Han had no blind spots in close combat or long-range combat.

All his attributes were maxed out anyway.

"Flame Tyrant Ripping Claw!"

"My sharp claws are invincible. I'll tear you to pieces!"

Seeing the contempt in Zhou Han's eyes flash, Yan Qinglong seemed to be stung.

He was also a famous person in Blue Thunder City, but now, he was ignored by a junior.

How could he not be furious?

As he roared, the [Raging Hell Claws] in his hand became incomparably huge.

The fanatical blood energy boiled on it and tore towards Zhou Han.

It was like the sharp claws of an Abyssal Blood Demon.

Even the air hissed as if it could not withstand this power.

"Brother Qinglong's combat technique has become even more violent. I remember that he tore a Diamond-grade Flame Qilin Earth Dragon apart previously."

"Good, that's great. We have to tear this kid apart! Mad, I suffered a lot just now. I was almost killed by that lightning!"

"This kid's strength is not bad, but under Brother Qinglong's violent attacks, he has no way to survive."

"This is the outcome of provoking our Azure Dragon Mercenary Group! The commander is invincible in close combat. No one can withstand a single claw strike from him!"

"I was sent flying by the kid previously. I'll skin him myself later!"

…

After seeing Yan Qinglong's attack, the lackeys recovered from their previous panic.

Unless their commander did not make a move, he would definitely succeed.

So they were filled with confidence.

"Die, boy! It's your honor to die under my famous skill!"

At this moment, the two claws became half a meter long.

The blood energy on them was even richer.

"Shadow Soul Spike!"

Zhou Han flipped his palm, and three black soul spikes floated in it.

Without any hesitation, he faced it head-on.

As for why he used the Shadow Soul Spike skill, first of all, this was good. In close combat, it was very close.

This strange attack was difficult to avoid.

The second was to farm proficiency and unlock the skill [Soul Catcher Wave] as soon as possible.

"Hmph! You overestimate yourself. How dare you block the sharp Raging Hell Claws?"

Yan Qinglong looked disdainful.

The Soul Spike was a soul attack, so he could not sense any energy fluctuations on it.

It looked ordinary, like ordinary iron.

He believed that in the face of his powerful blood power, such things would be destroyed instantly.

"Oh no, Yan Qinglong is already close. This is a very dangerous distance."

"I can't watch this. It's going to be tragic!"

"After all, Yan Qinglong has been famous for a long time. No one can take advantage of him."

The people on Fat Tiger's side also looked nervous.

Zhou Han's attack just now had indeed shocked them greatly.

They also hoped that Zhou Han could kill Yan Qinglong.

But that was almost impossible.

Seeing Yan Qinglong's violent attack, he could not help but break out in cold sweat for Zhou Han.

"Boom…"

In a flash, it was only a few seconds.

A loud bang sounded. The blood energy collided violently a foot away from Zhou Han.

The next second, everyone was shocked.

Yan Qinglong's sharp claws were pierced through like paper.

To everyone's surprise, Zhou Han stood on the other side, unscathed and relaxed.

He did not seem to be using his full strength at all.

"What, you? What… what the hell is this?"

"How can it be so powerful?"

All three soul spikes were nailed to Yan Qinglong.

Blood flowed down his body, and there was a lot of sweat on his forehead.

He wasn't sure if it was pain or shock.

With just one attack, Yan Qinglong realized that he had already suffered quite a bit of injuries.

"Is this the Raging Hell Claws? Look at how much you're bragging. I'm already so awesome!"

Looking at the completely shattered Raging Hell Claws, the mockery in Zhou Han's eyes was obvious.

"What, this, this is impossible. How could Brother Qinglong lose?"

"He lost. He suffered a crushing defeat. He couldn't even withstand a single move!"

"Heavens, this young man is too terrifying! Yan Qinglong is twice his age, but he's no match for him at all!"

"What kind of existence has our Azure Dragon Mercenary Group provoked? If even Yan Qinglong is no match for them, wouldn't we…"

"Yan Qinglong is really a piece of trash. He's in his forties, but he can't even defeat a young man! I really regret joining the Azure Dragon Mercenary Group!"

"There's no way to run now. I don't want to die!"

…

When these lackeys saw Yan Qinglong's tragic state, their faces were full of disbelief.

But immediately, an atmosphere of despair spread.

They were probably doomed today.

Some of the lackeys had already cracked and were cursing.

"Brother, wait! Let's talk nicely!"

Seeing that Zhou Han was about to continue attacking, Yan Qinglong's eyes trembled and he hurriedly said.

"I was indeed wrong previously. I've offended you! I apologize to you here. I'll definitely give you a satisfying gift tomorrow! How about we become friends?"

It was obvious that he was admitting defeat. His eyes were filled with the desire to live.

He also promised a big gift, hoping to move Zhou Han.

There might be room for mitigation.

"Hehe, friend? Are you worthy? Do you know fear now?"

"Your head is my most satisfying gift!"

Zhou Han's eyes were cold and filled with killing intent.

Who knew if the other party would settle scores with him later?

Therefore, Zhou Han had to nip any threat in the bud.

Once he decided to attack, he had to kill.

"Is there really no room for reconciliation? Don't push people too far!"

Hearing the rejection, Yan Qinglong panicked and said fiercely,

He wanted to make one last struggle.