All-Professional Passive Inheritance System Chapter 30

"...In any case, thank you for your sword, otherwise, I'm afraid I won't have the opportunity to stand here and thank you again."

Although the door was rejected, Chen Mo still thanked him sincerely, and at the same time stood up and planned to leave.

"Clang!"

There was a sound of drawing a sword from behind, and then the voice of a female adventurer was heard.

"However, this child (Sword) said that he likes you very much... For its sake, I will forgive you for now. Besides, my name is Lyu, Lyu Liang."

Liu Liang?

I didn't expect it to be her...

Hearing the sound, Chen Mo looked back at the female adventurer named Liu Li'ang in surprise. The other party was pulling out a rapier, brushing her fingertips lightly over the sword, and the hood on her head had been taken off at this moment. Underneath, what was revealed was a beautiful face. The blue eyes were like the awe-inspiring gust of wind blowing across the mountains, people couldn't help but be attracted by them, but the most striking thing was the pair of sharp and thin eyes. long ears.

Liu Liang is an elf, Chen Mo has known it for a long time, and he has even seen the image of the other party countless times in anime, but when he really faced the species of elf, he was still a little absent-minded.

Different from the divine beauty of the gods, the elf girl in front of Chen Mo feels like the breeze blowing through the hills and the cold moon hanging in the night sky. When facing her, subconsciously appear in her mind. A lush forest full of life.

And Chen Mo's absent-minded look fell into Liu Li'ang's eyes, making her frown and snort coldly.

"Mr. Chen Mo, is there anything else? If nothing else, please leave."

"It's all right...but how did you know my name, Miss Li'ang?"

The movement of sharpening the dagger froze, Lyu raised her head and looked at Chen Mo, her face still had that cold expression on her face. After a few seconds, she lowered her head again, and continued sharpening the dagger while saying, "Mr. Chen Mo's name has long been known." It has spread all over Orari, so why is it so strange that I know you...or do you want me to call you that, Mr. Black Holy Swordsman?"

"cough..."

When Lyu mentioned that super-shameful nickname given by the gods as a prank, Chen Mo blushed immediately, waved his hands and planned to run away.

"Then goodbye, Miss Li'ang."

"Lyu..."

"Um?"

"Miss Li'ang sounds too unfamiliar, you can just call me Liu."

Chen Mo was taken aback by Lyu's words, but then he nodded and said with a smile, "Then goodbye, Lyu."

"Goodbye, Mr. Dark Swordsman."

"..."

Looking strangely at Lyu who was still polishing the dagger with his head down, Chen Mo suddenly had a sense of déjà vu.

[Then, Master Lily, please stop talking, this is really embarrassing. ]

[Okay, Mr. Chen Mo. ]

Ah, it really seems...

Maybe this cold-looking beautiful iceberg elf girl, like Lily, is unexpectedly evil-hearted?

"Um?"

Sensing Chen Mo's strange gaze, Lyu stopped his movements, and shot her cold gaze like a knife.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Fearing that his thought of impoliteness would be seen through, Chen Mo quickly looked away, turned and left here.

...

There is no sun rising and moon setting in the dungeon, so I don't know what time it is outside, but there is still a reference to distinguish it on the eighteenth floor.

That is the huge glowing white crystal in the center of the zenith above the head.

Synchronized with the orbit of the sun, the light of the white crystal will become particularly bright at noon, and the light will dim at night.

According to the judgment of experienced adventurers, it is now noon.

Pots and stoves were set up everywhere in the camp, or bonfires were set up, and people of the same family sat together and began to enjoy lunch—food brought from the ground by merchants.

In front of Hestia's family, the bonfire was burning fiercely, bringing a feeling of warmth to fiery heat.

Chen Mo was holding a dinner plate in his hand, which contained a mixture of mashed meat and mashed potatoes. It tasted salty, but to be honest, the taste was not very good, and it was barely edible.

As for the taste... What kind of taste do you want for this semi-liquid food?

"Chen Mojun, don't you want to eat?"

Seeing Chen Mo stirring up and down the dinner plate with a spoon, Hestia moved her buttocks, sat next to him and asked.

Hearing Hestia's question, Lily, who was sitting not far away, also cast her gaze over.

"...Sorry, Lord Shangshen, I... am not very hungry."

Not wanting to be considered as "a picky eater like a child at such an age", Chen Mo forced a wry smile and prevaricated the topic.

But what he really thought was...

Want to eat meat! I really want to eat meat! ! !

After fighting continuously all night long, Chen Mo's physical strength was exhausted. In addition to the subsequent battle with Goliath and strengthening Goliath, he felt that he could eat half a cow now.

And now what is this? Mashed potatoes or mashed potatoes?

I won't say much about the taste of this kind of food. How can I be full just by eating this? !

Just as Chen Mo was stirring the spoon full of resentment, an extremely strong smell of meat suddenly came from behind.

"Goo..."

Swallowing, Chen Mo turned his head and saw a silver-haired young werewolf.

"Bert Rocca...?"

The person who came was the attacker of the Loki family, the werewolf Bert Rocca.

The eyes only stayed on the other person's face for a moment, and then all Chen Mo's attention was attracted by the things he held in his hand.

"Hey, swordsman Chen Mo, I just heard you say that you are not hungry, so you probably don't need this thing, right?"

Hanging a pair of dead fish eyes, Burt looked down at Chen Mo who was sitting by the campfire from a condescending perspective, while talking, he gestured to throw away the whole roast leg of lamb he was holding.

"wait wait wait!"

As soon as he put down the plate full of mashed potatoes, Chen Mo stood up and grabbed Burt's wrist, but because of the haste of the action, the force was a little stronger, "Please don't do this, I'm already hungry No more!"

"oh?"

Watching Chen Mo grabbing his wrist, Bert narrowed his eyes slightly, and a smile of interest suddenly appeared on his face with purple lightning tattoos.

"That's good then..."

With a little effort to break free from Chen Mo's hand, Bert weighed the roast leg of lamb in his hand, and then continued: "Originally, I didn't have such an idea, but your attitude really surprised me... just mere Lv A .2 rookie dares to grab a high-level adventurer so rudely?

Or do you think you can challenge high-level adventurers after defeating the Lone King of the Labyrinth? "

"No, I am not..."

"Forget it, I don't care if you are or not, but now my uncle suddenly wants to teach you a lesson, let you know the rules of an adventurer... Well, as long as you agree to fight with me, no matter whether you win or lose, this roast lamb The legs are all yours."

Hearing the naked disdain in Bert's tone, Chen Mo's slightly agitated expression on his face sank because of the smell of barbecue, and then he shook his head slightly.

"Tch, don't you dare?" Seeing Chen Mo shaking his head, Burt's eyes flashed with disgust.

He hates the weak, and even more the cowardly.

"It's not that you don't dare, I just feel that your rules need to be changed." Staring into Burt's dark brown eyes at a close distance, Chen Mo said slowly, "I accept the challenge. If I win, the roast leg of lamb is mine. If I lose, I don't want anything."

He was taken aback by Chen Mo's unexpected words, and then Bert raised his eyebrows, and a smile appeared on his face that he couldn't tell whether it was annoyed or excited.

"Ha! This uncle is the fierce attacker of the Loki family, a Lv.5 [Wild Wolf]... You guy, but a mere Lv.2, dare to say such arrogant words... This uncle will definitely make you regret it of!"

When it came to the end, Bert had already brought his face closer to less than ten centimeters in front of Chen Mo, and his beast pupils were full of turbulent malice and fighting intent.

Werewolf Bert, when he witnessed Chen Mo holding a sword on the seventeenth floor, he was already aroused by this guy who called himself a swordsman.

Looking back at Burt with calm eyes, Chen Mo's indifferent voice sounded.

"Then, please wait and see."

Chapter Thirty: Rain of Light (Gageng)

The camp where the Loki family was stationed was not big, and the news that Chen Mo was going to fight Bert in a duel quickly spread in the camp.

"Hey, this kid is crazy..."

"Hahahaha, Bert, don't play too fast!"

"Still young, too impulsive..."

In the open space next to the camp, Chen Mo and Burt faced each other with a distance of more than ten meters, surrounded by a circle of onlookers.

"Chen Mo, I will give you another chance to think about it carefully. If you are willing to apologize to me now, maybe I can let you go."

Holding a short sword in each hand, Bert showed a smile with ease on his face, and continued: "Adventurers, every time they increase their level, their strength is very different. If you think you have defeated the Lv.4 floor master , if you can challenge high-level adventurers, then you are making a big mistake."

Seeing Burt's high-profile appearance, Chen Mo pursed his lips and said, "Long-winded, are you annoying...or are you actually afraid of being knocked down by me later and making a fool of yourself in front of other people?" ?"

"you...!"

Originally, it was just a kind reminder, but Chen Mo satirized him back. The expression on Burt's face instantly turned cold, and his eyes flashed with hatred.

"I am so bad and dare to put a lot of words ... Absolutely, Uncle Ben will definitely make you into a pig's head, and then step on your annoying face to the ground, prepare for the uncle's sole, Chen Mo!"

"Okay, then you come."

Faintly agreed to Burt, and then, Chen Mo turned his head to look at Bell who was watching the battle in the crowd, and shouted loudly: "White-haired brat!"

"Yes, senior!"

Hearing Chen Mo's call, Bell took down the iron sword hanging from his waist, and threw it at him with the scabbard attached.

Looking at the iron sword in mid-air, Chen Mo stretched out his palm, and a faint sword intent surged around him.

"Zheng!"

Bewitched by the sword intent, the iron sword escaped from the scabbard in an instant, bursting out with a vibrating clang, and the hilt slipped into Chen Mo's palm like a fish swimming.

The moment the sword was in hand, Chen Mo's aura suddenly changed.

If it was said that he was just an ordinary adventurer before, now he casually stands here, and an astonishing aura emerges from him—sharp, sharp, like a peerless sword momentum.

Affected by this momentum, even the airflow around him became sharper, and a strong sense of oppression weighed heavily on everyone's hearts, making them look at Chen Mo in surprise.

The change in everyone's eyes didn't affect Chen Mo at all. He grabbed the hilt of the sword, waved the blade lightly twice, found the feel, and then raised the sword and pointed it at Burt.

"..."

Feeling the sharp oppression on Chen Mo's body, Burt's contemptuous expression also subsided, and the two swords in his hands tightened, and the next moment he rushed directly to Chen Mo.

A Lv.5 adventurer can reach hundreds of points at any time, and Bert's unique skill [Lone Wolf Rush] greatly increases his walking speed. Almost at the moment of sprinting, he It has crossed a distance of more than ten meters and appeared in front of Chen Mo, but Chen Mo still didn't react at this time.

This is the horror after the attribute value is high. You can easily crush the weak by virtue of the attribute gap, and the opponent will not even be able to react to what happened until they die.

Hmph, you speak so powerfully, but you are actually not a rookie...

Staring at Chen Mo's unfocused eyes—obviously he didn't even catch his own figure, Burt raised the corners of his mouth upwards, revealing a disdainful smile.

——But I'm sorry, I'm not the kind of person who pities the weak!

The blade sliced ​​through the wind and made a sharp whistling sound. Burt could almost predict that when the guy in black was trampled under his feet, there would be a mixture of disbelief and humiliation on his face. expression.

However...

"Um?!"

Just when the slash was about to land on Chen Mo, a creepy feeling suddenly rose from the end of Bert's tailbone, rushing all the way to the top of the sky, making his scalp tingle and his eyelids twitch wildly.

Danger!

Before he had time to think about what happened, Burt forcibly held back the blade he swung out, and at the same time stomped his feet on the ground. He leaped high into the air like a wild goose. meters away, almost to the edge of the clearing.

"Pa-ta--"

Maintaining a defensive posture with both hands holding the sword, Burt lowered his head and saw a dazzling scarlet on the ground.

Blood...

Raising his hand to touch the side of his face, his fingers were instantly wet with blood.

Only then did Bert realize that he had been cut.