Chapter 455 Irreversible
The moment before the fist actually hit, the terrifying heat roared, and the foehn wind swept across all directions with a roar.
The [Dayuan] in the third ring is also a "fire" one!
Song Shi held down the heavy sword, and against the rolling heat, without dodging or dodging, he just slashed his fist with the sword!
There was no sound of the knife cutting into the flesh. Instead, there was a heavy, muffled sound like the collision of solid metal in the huge pit.
Boom!
The two sides were separated at the first touch. The man took four steps back before stopping his retreat. Song Shi stood there without even taking a step back - no, to be precise, he would rather swallow the punch forcefully. Even if it strikes, it doesn’t retreat.
Don't retreat.
It represents moving forward.
Without leaving any time to react, the moment the man stopped retreating, Song Shi took a step forward and slashed out with his sword!
The time was too short, and the man had no time to make other responses, so he chose the most error-free way, punching horizontally and then blocking.
Boom!
There was another muffled sound.
Still couldn't split it!
The opponent's fists are really made of steel, and even the spreading raised veins don't feel slender or weak at all. Each one is like a pure black steel bar, welded to the brass-colored skin, which together form the current complexion. Both sides are extremely tough punches.
Song Shi was very familiar with this feeling.
——The thing that forged this body and these two fists was the [Forging Flame].
The other party also has this psychic skill!
Compared with "forging" the image by oneself, allowing [Scorched Earth] and other psychic skills to recast the form as desired, it has greater flexibility and control, or it can be combined with [Boiling Blood] to maintain "self-immolation".
The path chosen by the other party is to give up all other operations and purely "forge" oneself, using oneself as a weapon!
After repeated calcination and tempering day after day, he has built up the powerful physique that dares to withstand heavy killings.
"The first heaven can reach this point."
Then, Song Shi took another step and killed again and again.
It was not just a simple super-fast combo. The man had already reacted. The opponent clearly caught the subtle moment when he was about to counterattack after receiving each sword, and inserted the flame edge steadily, so that he had to give up the counterattack and instead Keep catching.
What a keen sense of observation
No, this isn’t even entirely explained by “observation” anymore.
No matter how talented the opponent is, they cannot be so accurate.
"It's really not bad for you to wait for Wuzong."
Following the words, there was still a simple frontal slash.
The man groaned. This kind of timely strike that sees everything is far more difficult than a simple super-fast combo.
For the first time, cracks appeared on the brass-colored skin of the fist that had been tempered for thousands of times.
The rest of the people around them chose their positions and watched the battle closely. Most of them looked tense and their hearts were filled with astonishment.
The twelfth level of Wuzong.
Compared with pure strength, the Twelve Heavens are closer to the Wuzong's potential catalog for the new generation. Even if a man only holds the lowest position in the First Heaven, it means that he has a probability of breaking through to the fourth level, [Sublimation].
——You can face a psyker who can fight all the way to Tiandu and Martial Ruins with dignity.
Of course, they didn't expect to defeat each other in the first level. Even if they were "lucky to lose", it would be a bit unreasonable.
A big defeat, a disastrous defeat, is the natural result.
Everyone was mentally prepared, but this scene still exceeded their expectations. With Fang Si's strength, he couldn't even make an effective counterattack. He was overwhelmed from the first blow? !
Chong Xi condensed a flame front several meters long and crashed down.
Men can only retreat! Under everyone's gaze, at this time, the battle situation fell into a strange atmosphere.
The alternation of offense and defense between the two sides is not fast, at least it does not exceed their observation limit. It can be said that most of the moves can be seen clearly. However, in this situation, Fang Si is moving step by step in a slow but irresistible manner. The ground retreated.
Instead, Song Shi moved forward step by step, as if strolling in a leisurely courtyard.
Boom, boom—boom!
For a moment, the only sound left in the arena was the constant collision of Yan Feng and Quan Feng.
This abandoned construction site is not large, only about half a football field in area.
[Dayuan], who is also at the top of the third ring, if he let it go, even if it was a hundred times bigger, it would not be enough to demolish it. However, both parties unanimously chose to restrain their destructive power, restraining Foehn Wind and Fire Tide within a small area. .
Every time Fang Si retreats, the earth will burst, and as he retreats step by step, the cracks in the spider web that he sets foot on are getting bigger and bigger with a frequency visible to the naked eye.
This means that his spiritual power is becoming increasingly difficult to maintain, and it is slipping from an indestructible tower to a shaky one.
——But the other party hasn’t used [Bad Tribulation] yet!
There is no doubt that he is in a weak position, so long before this "Nandou" arrived in Douqu City, or even earlier, after the opponent attacked Wuxu, Wu Zong collected the opponent's files, carefully studied it, and deduced it. Several sets of countermeasures.
Therefore, at this time, he clearly understood that every slash made by the opponent could only be said to be serious, but without using "bad calamity", it was definitely not going all out.
Boom!
As his thoughts flowed, the red-gold edge fell straight down, and Fang Si's fists violently opened. However, where the two touched, the cracks became deeper and deeper, and strands of ashes flew out uncontrollably.
This "Nandou" was clearly going to use a pure slash to crush his own body and blast through his fist!
Even if you die, you can't be so shameful and corrupt!
Fang Si roared suddenly, and his left fist that was supposed to hit Zhong Kill suddenly spread out his five fingers, and without any regard for the consequences, he violently grabbed Yan Feng to death.
His right fist also stretched its five fingers.
But this time, it's not to hold on to something.
Just to make the fist clenched tighter.
——Then, blast out!
Taking advantage of the situation and taking advantage of the situation to counterattack is destined to be unable to exert its full strength as it should be.
However, after Fang Si chose to take the knife forcefully, he simply left no escape route, and his multiple psychic skills were running wildly. Even if the knife penetrated his body, he still had to do his best to make this punch strong enough.
Therefore, this punch is no less than full force!
"Bad calamity."
The calamity fire containing the power of destruction rose silently, and a fire was extinguished. What faced this punch was also a clenched fist.
Terrifying psychic energy fluctuations suddenly erupted, and the impact was enough to overturn several blocks in the surrounding area. At the critical moment, the fire pillar that was originally erected by Song Shi and was hundreds of meters high suddenly collapsed and formed a flowing ring. The river of fire tightly blocked all impacts.
Everyone who was about to try to intercept the aftermath looked at each other, and in silence, they lowered their raised hands.
The curtain of fire that was so thick that it solidified gradually dissipated, and a smaller and deeper hole appeared in the giant pit.
Fang Si was lying inside, as if he had been hit head-on by a heavy-duty semitrailer. His whole body was miserable and he fainted.
There was another person lying next to him. It was the strong man who originally ran to block the road. He was also unconscious.
Only one figure stood.
Song Shi glanced around the crowd. In just a short time, many more people rushed over. They were silent for a moment when they faced the gaze. I don't know who bowed his head slightly first, and the others bowed their heads one after another.
The young man took the coat from Anthony without comment, turned around and walked in one direction.
"Let's go to the city hall."
(End of chapter)