boyutpedia Chapter 40 Long Time No See
Chapter 40 Long Time No See
Angers stopped in his tracks, unsure if he was seeing things.
Just now, he noticed that the four-armed demon god, who was in slow motion, suddenly winked at him.
He was startled, and before he could even fully form a doubt, the four-armed demon god, which had been in slow motion, stood still as if completely unaffected.
The opponent is unaffected by Time Zero!
Upon seeing this, Angers' expression darkened.
Is another tough battle about to begin?
Angers sheathed his folding knife, dispelled the spell, and picked up two abandoned ring-pommel swords from the ground.
Perhaps because they are located in the Nibelungen, these longswords, abandoned here and having endured thousands of years, still gleam with a cold light.
"I can kill you even without using words of power," Angers coldly uttered, his confidence stemming from his own strength.
In his youth, he went to Japan as an officer of the victorious nation, where he was introduced to Kendo.
If it weren't for the fact that the title of Sword Saint cannot be granted to foreigners, he would probably have an additional title preceding his current long list of titles.
Sword Saint!
As the blade spun, Angers displayed the various sword techniques he had used in his memory to their fullest extent.
He used every kind of cutting technique imaginable.
An ordinary person would probably have died under such an attack.
But the four-armed demon in front of them also wielded its sword. Although it looked clumsy, the advantage of the four-sword style was already evident.
Even though he looked like a beginner in kendo, he still managed to block Angers' best technique, the dual-sword style, with his four-sword style.
But Angers was confident that it was only a matter of time before his opponent was defeated.
He swung his knife faster and faster, his forearm muscles bulging and veins standing out.
Each strike was heavier and more vicious than the last.
In the blink of an eye, many tiny cuts appeared on the body of the four-armed monster in front of them.
"You're still a long way from catching up with me," Angers thought to himself.
With victory in sight, the fire of revenge burning in his heart grew even stronger.
The scalding dragon blood washed over his entire body, causing his figure to grow slightly larger.
The joy of impending victory fueled his will, which in turn ignited his physical potential, propelling him toward victory.
Angers felt he had already grasped one of the hands of the goddess of victory.
when!
Amidst the flashing blades, a strange sound made him pause.
Unbeknownst to them, the four-armed monster, who had been steadily losing ground, suddenly found an opportunity to launch a counterattack.
Although it was only one cut, it was enough to attract Angers' attention.
He noticed that the longsword that the other party had been wielding haphazardly had suddenly taken on a certain swordsmanship quality.
Moreover, they seem to share the same origin as him.
The other person is learning; they're learning how to use a knife!
Angers realized the truth instantly, but it was too late.
In the battle just now, he had pushed his swordsmanship to its limits. It could be said that he was now invisible to the four-armed monster opposite him.
The situation, which had been one-sided, began to gradually balance out. The four-armed demon god's swordsmanship became more and more skillful, and various moves were frequently used.
Moreover, because he has four arms and four swords, even though his swordsmanship is currently far inferior to Angers', it is enough to tip the scales of victory in his favor.
With his desire for a quick victory shattered, Angers's fire of revenge began to slowly die out.
If this continues... no, he has no chance of winning now.
Even though he was extremely anxious inside, Angers still maintained a calm and composed expression on his face.
He reopened the domain.
Words of Power: Time Zero.
In an instant, everything around them fell into a state of almost complete stillness.
The four-armed demon god in front of him had just stepped into this area and was clearly not yet used to it. Therefore, although his movements still showed that he was moving forward, the speed of his sword swings had slowed down to a level that was visible to the naked eye.
This is undoubtedly an opportunity for Angers, a chance to turn defeat into victory.
He held his breath, his hand gripping the knife hilt so tightly that the bulging veins and blood vessels were visible.
A slight arch in the back is like a longbow poised to be drawn; the moment the bowstring is released will be the moment of explosive power.
Angers was panting heavily as he tried to regulate his breathing.
By this point in the battle, the effects of the burning dragon blood within him had worn off, and now all that remained was his willpower.
I never imagined that I, an old man, would have to push myself to this extent. It's time to mentor the younger generation.
He raised his twin swords again, but instead of slashing, he launched them forward like meteors piercing the sun.
In an instant, the domain was dispelled.
Everything around him returned to normal, and the four-armed monster flashed away as the twin blades were right in front of him.
Two clanging sounds.
The incoming ring-pommel sword was cleaved and deflected.
The four arms that gripped the hilts of the swords hung down, and the gods and demons gazed into the distance.
The slanting eaves reveal endless darkness.
As his detached consciousness gradually returned, Lu Mingfei opened his eyes again and found that everything around him was completely different from when he had closed them.
The dragon head stained with blood, the broken ring-pommel sword, and the two arms that suddenly appeared on his body.
Lu Mingfei tried to move the latter.
It was as if he could control his own arm and fingers, as if it were truly his own.
Moreover, for some reason, Lu Mingfei's arm holding the knife naturally produced a series of knife techniques, as if it were muscle memory etched into his body.
Could it be that this martial arts technique even comes with its own set of moves? He clicked his tongue in amazement.
After encountering the dragon, Chu Zihang was the first to be knocked unconscious.
With his worries gone, Lu Mingfei was finally able to unleash his full power. However, even though he had already reached the third gear, he was still struggling against a dragon that seemed to be a second-generation species.
If he had enough time, Lu Mingfei was confident he could wear down his opponent, but now, facing an increasingly dire situation, he had no choice but to risk using the cultivation technique he had only comprehended during his previous seclusion.
The Eight-Nine Mysterious Techniques.
Although Lu Mingfei's understanding was quite immature, even crude, compared to the true technique that pointed directly to the pinnacle of summoning, he was finally able to unleash his full strength after abandoning reason by using the technique.
These black fluids transformed into tentacles, which were very convenient, but their destructive power was ultimately somewhat weakened.
His current four-armed form makes up for this perfectly.
If this were in a game, each arm could be equipped with a piece of gear, and by stacking up the attributes, it would become the version's best choice.
Lu Mingfei manipulated the black hand and stroked his chin, but he always felt that things were not that simple.
What happened to the broken ring-pommel swords around here? Could it be that a great battle just took place?
But how could that be possible inside this enclosed bronze city?
Lu Mingfei felt that he had probably made a mistake in his judgment.
He leaped into the passageway and grabbed the unconscious Chu Zihang and all the lost items, demonstrating the full advantage of having four arms.
It's time to go.
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Angers' muscles bulged and rippled, and his movements were as agile as a cheetah's.
Knowing full well that defeat is inevitable, it is ultimately too reckless to rush forward and confront an enemy whose nature is unknown.
And for some reason, he could always feel a sense of familiarity from the other person.
Hearing no footsteps behind him, Angers' vigilance gradually decreased, and he slowed his pace.
But just then...
"Long time no see." A familiar, strange voice rang out.
Angers abruptly stopped, his crimson-gold eyes fixed on the direction from which the sound came.
The mysterious man in black robes who was attacked on that special train slowly walked out from the end of the passageway.