Hollow Knight: Hallownest

The pain brought by a high-pressure environment is incomparable to ordinary ones, but if you can survive it, the benefits will naturally be considerable, just like a phoenix reborn from the flames. Mo Rong is like this at the moment, constantly reborn from battles that are stronger than the last.

In previous battles, because of the guarantee of spells, even though he had mastered the bone nailing technique, his grasp of it was not solid, and his steps were weak and it was difficult for him to reach the top. Although Mo Rong did not do it on purpose, his hope for life had turned the Pantheon into a grindstone, sharpening his bone nailing technique over and over again.

Especially after Isma's head fell to the ground, this feeling became more and more obvious, and it was almost obvious in Mo Rong's mind.

Mo Rong reviewed the battle with Isma just now and was surprised to find that the time required to accumulate momentum was 20% to 30% less than before, which shocked him.

You know, he doesn't have the amulet of the Nail Master's Glory.

"It turns out that even without the amulet, the accumulation speed of bone nail skills can be accelerated through proficiency..."

Looking at the arm of the body outside the body and the black bone nail, Mo Rong's mouth curled up into a smile. The proficiency of the bone nail technique is synchronized. In the previous battle, he was already able to skillfully perform two different bone nail techniques at the same time, showing the style of a master who can fight with both hands. Now, for him, even without the protection of the shining tortoise shell, he can use another bone nail to create a safe living space for himself. Mo Rong felt comfortable about his own growth.

He had already anticipated the battle that would follow Isma. In this kind of battle, either none of the five knights would come out, or none of the five knights would be left.

As the dark curtain fell, Void Orgrim suddenly leaped out from the ground, slapping the ground like a whale emerging from water, leaving a dent in his place. The sharp claws at the end of his arms kept hitting his mighty chest, like the beating of a war drum, stirring up excitement.

If Isma is compared to a versatile summoner, then Orgrim is undoubtedly a straightforward and brave heavy armored warrior. He does not need any background to set him off. Just standing there, he is like a mountain blocking Mo Rong's way.

The next moment, the "mountain" collapsed into a huge stone ball and smashed towards him mercilessly.

Morong thought that Orgrim's attack methods would not change much. The enhancement of the void would most likely not be reflected on the surface, but reflected through other attributes. Seeing that it was about to hit him in the face, the battle with Strong was still vivid in his mind as a lesson. He did not dare to be bold and take it head-on, and quickly dodged.

There was a loud bang, and the huge force of the black ball embedded it into the ground. At the same time, a strong shock wave spread to the surrounding areas with it as the center, like waves hitting the shore, making the entire ground seem to become soft.

The all-round attack on land caught Mo Rong off guard. He couldn't stay in the air without the Emperor's Wings, and he couldn't use his mantis claws because there were no walls at the border. The conditions for him to dodge the attack were very difficult, and it tested the timing of his jumps and his control of the whirlwind slash to briefly stay in the air.

As if it was predestined, he had just improved his proficiency in bone nailing skills in the previous step, and in the next step the Pantheon began to test him.

While Mo Rong was trying his best to avoid the attack, the black ball transformed by Orgrim did not bounce up from the ground, but melted directly into the ground in a state of high-speed rotation, like a flying fish entering the water, without any sense of obstruction.

boo——

There was a sudden sound from the rippling ground, like a cork being pulled out of a bottle. Mo Rong paused, and without any hesitation, he used Black Dash to dodge in another direction. At the same time, Orgrim also jumped out from his original position, flew into the sky like a cannonball, and then disappeared into the ground.

It was as if this battle was no longer a land battle, but had turned into a naval battle. Orgrim became the hunter under the water, but Morron was the lonely bait floating on the sea.

The battle only lasted for dozens of rounds before the entire venue was reduced to ruins by his smashing and shock waves. Looking around, there was not a single complete place for a stable body to stand. The power was truly staggering.

Since Orgrim's figure was too agile and he hardly had any time to stop, Mo Rong could only attack him in the short period of time from when he jumped out of the underground to when he re-entered the ground. Of course, before that, he had thought about using brute force to interrupt the former's behavior of escaping underground, but he immediately gave up the idea after being killed in a head-on collision.

Unable to use force or magic to blast Orgrim out of the ground, Morong had to devote 10% of his attention to attacking the latter.

Don't ask why he only gave 10%, because even if he gave more than 50%, he would not be able to defend against the continuous attacks from Orgrim.

Everything has a gradual process, and growth is no exception.

After the boost from previous battles, Mo Rong's tolerance for death has now reached three times. As long as the number of deaths does not exceed this number, his strength will at most be reduced to the state when he first entered the Pantheon.

Three chances, three lives.

In a battle between top fighters, let alone three extra lives, even just one extra life is enough to put the other side at an absolute disadvantage.

Although Mo Rong is not yet at the same level as the five knights who have been amplified by the void, the tolerance of three lives is enough to make up for it.

Unconsciously, even he himself did not realize that the battles in the Pantheon were constantly improving his strength while also honing his battle awareness. No matter what kind of opponent it was, he had not yet fallen into complete trouble.

Isma is among them, and so is Orgrim, and Hegmer.

Each of the three knights almost fully attacked Mo Rong's tolerance, making the latter exhausted but also gaining a lot. The void increase brought by just three battles made his height grow a lot taller, already reaching the level of his predecessor's chest. At the same time, the power of feedback also added another point to his tolerance's health value.

"If we were to fight the Pantheon of Hallownest with our current strength, I'm afraid every ordinary slash would be a powerful slash."

Mo Rong clenched his fists, felt the power flowing through his body, and let out a light breath.

"Who will be the next opponent, Zemer or Delia?"

Looking straight ahead, he saw a figure floating in the air in the shadows, which made Mo Rong stunned for a moment.

"Ok?"

"Why Galyan?"