bookrandom Chapter 287 Ridiculously strong
Chapter 287 Ridiculously strong
There is always a strange smile on the corner of its mouth, which makes people feel creepy.
Chen Yile was shocked by what he saw. He felt uncomfortable just looking at this thing.
The clown had a strange smile on his face, which seemed to be able to penetrate people's souls and make people shudder.
Its eyes glowed red, like burning flames.
The clown slowly said, "Let's continue playing the game."
The sound was sharp and piercing, as if coming from the depths of hell.
Chen Yile said angrily: "What the hell!"
He gripped the Tianshi Sword tightly in his hand, his eyes filled with anger and vigilance.
As he said that, he went up with the Heavenly Master Sword.
The Tianshi Sword emitted a faint light, as if it was Chen Yile's last ray of hope in the darkness.
The clown looked at Chen Yile who was rushing towards him, and the smile on his face became even more ferocious.
It waved its hand lightly, and the surrounding black mist surged instantly, rushing towards Chen Yile like a living thing.
Chen Yile brandished the Tianshi Sword, sword energy overflowing, trying to split the black fog.
However, the black fog seemed endless, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not completely dispel it.
"Hmph, you overestimate your abilities." The clown sneered.
It flashed and appeared in front of Chen Yile in an instant.
Chen Yile hurriedly swung his sword, but the clown easily dodged his attack.
The clown stretched out a hand, lightly tapped his fingers, and a black light shot towards Chen Yile.
Chen Yile quickly dodged to the side, but the light still hit his shoulder.
A sharp pain came, and a deep wound appeared on his shoulder.
Chen Yile gritted his teeth, raised the Tianshi Sword again, and stabbed at the clown.
The clown calmly stretched out his hands and grabbed the blade of the Tianshi Sword.
Chen Yile tried hard to pull out the Tianshi Sword, but found that the sword seemed to be tightly bound by a powerful force and could not move.
The corners of the clown's mouth rose slightly, revealing an evil smile.
It exerted force suddenly, snatched the Tianshi Sword from Chen Yile's hand, and threw it aside.
Chen Yile's heart sank. Having lost the Heavenly Master Sword, his situation became even more dangerous.
But he didn't back down, instead he glared at the Joker, ready to look for an opportunity to attack again.
The clown seemed to see through his thoughts. It waved its hands again, and countless black tentacles suddenly stretched out from the surrounding black fog and attacked Chen Yile.
Chen Yile dodged quickly, but the tentacles were so fast that one of them still entangled his ankle.
The tentacles bound him tightly and dragged him into the black fog.
Chen Yile struggled desperately, but the tentacles were so powerful that he couldn't break free at all.
He was dragged into the black fog by the tentacles and fell heavily to the ground.
He felt as if his body was about to fall apart and was in excruciating pain.
The clown slowly walked up to him and looked down at him.
"Don't be so violent, I just want to play a game with you." The clown's voice was full of sarcasm.
Chen Yile struggled to stand up, but his body was severely injured and he couldn't get up at all.
He could only glare at the clown, his heart filled with resentment.
Afterwards, Chen Yile closed his eyes, entered the system mall, exchanged for a stamina card, and used it.
His strength instantly restored, Chen Yile stood up with a somersault and shouted angrily, "I'll kill you!"
"Oh my, that's so scary." said the clown with a wry smile.
Chen Yile was enraged, holding the Heavenly Master Sword in his hand, the sword flashing as he charged towards the clown. The clown had a strange smile on his face, but his eyes were cunning, as if mocking Chen Yile's anger.
"Oh, you're such a grumpy little boy," the clown's voice was as harsh as gravel, with a hint of teasing, "Are you sure you want to play this game with me?"
The air around them instantly grew thick, and black fog swirled around the clown like an invisible storm. Chen Yile's heart tightened, realizing this clown was no ordinary being. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He stared at the clown with a determined gaze, silently reciting the Daoist teachings in his mind, preparing to unleash his most powerful moves.
"Tianshi Sword, slay the evil!" Chen Yile shouted, and the sword flashed like a rainbow, piercing straight at the clown. The sword light cut through the air with a sharp sound, as if it wanted to cut off all evil.
The clown simply smiled lightly, his body swaying as he floated in the air, dodging the attack. Then, he stretched out his hand, and the black mist instantly condensed into a giant black palm, pressing towards Chen Yile.
"Do you think this little trick can hurt me?" There was a hint of coldness in the clown's voice, and his palm pressed down like a mountain, making Chen Yile feel invisible pressure.
"Go!" Chen Yile roared, secretly gathering his spiritual energy in his heart, trying to resist this powerful force. He held the Heavenly Master Sword horizontally in front of him, trying to resist the pressure of the black palm.
However, the black hand, like a merciless iron clamp, instantly bent Chen Yile's sword and threw him to the ground. Chen Yile felt a sharp pain, and the spiritual energy in his body seemed to be drained away in an instant. Even his indestructible body seemed vulnerable under this blow.
"Ugh..." Chen Yile groaned, his face pale, and he was secretly anxious. He knew that if he continued like this, he would definitely lose.
"Haha, this is so funny!" The clown looked down at Chen Yile from the air, a sinister smile on his lips. "You know what? The rule of this game is, the angrier you are, the stronger I become!"
"I won't lose to you!" Chen Yile gritted his teeth and struggled to stand up. The Tianshi Sword in his hand once again shone with a faint light. He tried his best to launch another attack, but the clown's laughter echoed in his ears like a curse.
"Do you think you can beat me? Ridiculous!" The clown's voice was like a gust of cold wind, making the air around him icy cold.
As the clown finished speaking, the black fog rolled again, forming countless clown phantoms that swirled around Chen Yile. Each phantom wore a sly smile, causing Chen Yile's heart to tighten. He felt as if he were trapped in an endless nightmare.
"Go ahead and have fun!" The clown's voice echoed in his ears, and the phantoms rushed towards Chen Yile one after another.
"I'm not afraid of you!" Chen Yile roared, swinging his sword forward, trying to cut through the phantoms. However, the phantoms dodged as easily as water waves, rendering his attack meaningless.
"You see, this is your incompetence," the Joker sneered, "Every attack only makes me stronger."
As the clown taunted him, Chen Yile felt incredibly depressed, as if all his strength had been drained away at that moment. His body was gradually eroded by the black mist, his spiritual energy steadily draining away, and the protective shield of his indestructible body was gradually broken.
"Don't give up!" Xiao Yin shouted from the side, his eyes full of worry. "Brother Chen, you must hold on!"