Magic Industrial Age

It turns out that even among third-order transcendents, the difference in strength can be like mud and clouds.

The battle between Oliveira and the gray fog man didn't seem like something a third-order transcendent could achieve; it was more akin to a battle between fourth-order powerhouses.

A heartbeat like that of a giant beast resounded, and ripples of air spread outwards in circles, the pervasive pressure causing everyone's heart to palpitate.

Oliveira's physique had reached an unbelievable level, so every step he took exploded the air as he flew across the sky.

And his thin sword, you could no longer see any traces of its strikes, only the shimmering silver light remained, turning into sharp edges, cutting in all directions.

His aura slashes were thin and dense, seemingly inconspicuous, but in reality, they could tear through the air for a thousand meters before dissipating.

Occasionally, those that fell to the ground created ravines, bottomless and extending to the end of the field of vision, tearing apart walls and ruins.

And that gray fog man was equally impressive. He was wrapped in a faint mist, his aura concealed, without a trace, sometimes appearing, sometimes disappearing, as if traversing space.

His aura was almost invisible; as long as it didn't exceed a certain degree, it wouldn't show even a glimmer of light, making it an excellent means of assassination.

He could also summon a strange shadow beast that traveled through the shadows, appearing and disappearing in an instant.

Although it couldn't cause much damage to Oliveira, its numbers were large, providing an excellent distraction effect.

And these two were obviously fighting with real fire, no longer limited to this place.

They chased each other in mid-air, appearing and disappearing, the sound of tearing through the air continuous.

They fought on the rooftops, seemingly exchanging only two or three moves, but after they left, it often resulted in collapsed houses.

Even someone like Loye had to activate his [Swift as Wind] talent, slowing down the flow of time around him, to barely see their battle clearly.

And on the rooftop of a distant high-rise, Gary Mills's eyes had turned into vertical pupils, like eagle eyes, staring intently at the battlefield.

But after several attempts to lock on, he finally shook his head and gave up.

The gray fog man had obviously noticed his presence and was unwilling to stay in one place for too long. Even with his 'Eagle Eye Technique' fully activated, he couldn't grasp the gray fog man's trajectory.

Such an expert, a rare existence among third-order transcendents, was actually sent to kill a small second-order?

Of course, this thought only popped up before being dismissed by him, because, in terms of the overall battle situation, this powerful gray fog man was actually the one getting beaten.

Oliveira, the guard captain of the Raymond family, a third-order transcendent—all of this used to be worthy of respect.

But if they saw this battle, they should be in awe!

This one was actually powerful to this extent?!

Shaking his head, his eyes turned into eagle eyes again, and he looked at Loye again.

He hadn't forgotten his purpose; this trip was to protect Loye.

Then, he saw that Loye, who had just been frightened, stood up again.

The panic was gone, his heartbeat became more and more intense, driving the pure aura and blood to circulate rapidly in his body.

Thus, strength returned again!

Loye got up and waved in the direction the bullet came from.

This was to thank Gary Mills. Then, he inserted the Colt revolver into his gun bag and pulled out the special gun 'Wrath'.

Left hand gun, right hand sword, his breathing became more and more steady, and power surged in his body like magma and floods.

Then, he looked at his enemies, the remaining two transcendent powerhouses!

These two were actually a little scared!

The two of them had already gathered together, somewhat frightened to see the battle between Oliveira and the gray fog man in the sky.

They had known that the gray fog man was strong, but they never dared to imagine that Oliveira could chase the gray fog man around and cut him down.

If they had known that Oliveira had this ability, they would have been beaten to death before accepting this mission.

Of course, it was too late to say anything now. They only prayed that they could safely get through this battle.

Next time, they wouldn't come to this damn Oakland City no matter what.

It's just that the next time is far away. This time's matter is not over yet!

At this time, Loye had already stood in front of them.

The dual-sword swordsman smiled somewhat reluctantly and said, "Mr. Loye, look, the battle is already like this, why don't we call it quits?!"

"You haven't suffered any losses, and we are injured. How about we just let it go?"

This swordsman was actually fine, with no injuries, but that greatsword swordsman had solidly taken one of Oliveira's 'Rapid Wind Ten Slashes'.

The cloak and black clothes on his body had become strips of cloth, and what was exposed were all wounds, some so deep that the bone could be seen, and blood was splattering.

Not to mention the emptiness caused by the ultimate urging of aura and the damage to the internal organs.

It was only because he had poured down a few bottles of magic potions in time that he had stabilized his injuries. Otherwise, it would not be as simple as a pale face now.

In their current state, the dual-sword swordsman really didn't want to fight anymore.

It wasn't that he was afraid of the Loye in front of him, but he was afraid of the magic gunner hiding somewhere.

But he didn't want to fight, but Loye was unwilling.

Correcting his attitude, Loye at this time was terrifyingly strong.

He grinned, and there was no warmth in his smile, but it was full of coldness and killing intent.

"You come when you want, leave when you want, fight when you want, kill when you want. Like this, I have no face!"

"Getting pirate treasure is my luck. I think, if I leave you here and hang your bodies at the door,

in the future, no one should have any ideas about me."

"What do you think?"

The swordsman's expression was stiff, and his face was ugly: "Do you have to be so absolute?"

"When you came to kill me, why didn't you think that you would also die?"

The dual-sword swordsman saw that he could not be kind, and his tone suddenly became tough.

"You are just a second-order, even if you have some means, the gap in rank is there. I'm giving you face, so take it.

Otherwise, if you really die, it will be too late to regret!"

Loye nodded: "That's the right tone. A third-order transcendent, after all, must have some arrogance!"

"Moreover, killing you like this is more interesting!"

Before he finished speaking, Loye had already rushed out, and his right hand gripped, and Dawn trembled violently.

In the humming sound, Mach rings extended in layers, and Loye had already slashed out a sword.

Then, ten aura slashes appeared out of thin air, sweeping straight forward.

Although there was no Oliveira's exquisite control, it was like a storm, with resolute killing intent.

The swordsman was not willing to show weakness, his figure rotated like the wind, and two short swords emitted blood-colored blades a meter long, forcibly opening a path from the aura slashes.

When the aura slashes were shattered, and their eyes met, he did not hesitate to urge his aura, and the blood-colored sword light began to thicken and lengthen, like two giant swords, slashing towards Loye.

And the greatsword swordsman also knew that it was a moment of life and death, took a long breath, and stood up again.

The aura brilliance lit up on his greatsword, and he waved it at will, shattering the air blade that broke through the air.

Then, he raised his sword, squatted halfway, and had an obvious accumulating force action.

He was waiting, waiting for the moment when Loye was exhausted, and then took the initiative to attack.

He and the dual-sword swordsman still had a tacit understanding. Since Loye was seeking death, they naturally did not want to hold back.

In the distance, on the high-rise, Gary Mills couldn't help but cursed secretly when he saw this scene.

Even he felt that Loye was a little ignorant of what's good for him. Transcendent is transcendent, after all, you have to give some face.

You are a second-order, why are you so impulsive?

As soon as this thought popped up, he picked up the sniper rifle in his hand, ready to support at any time.

But through the lens, he saw an amazing scene.

Facing the blood-colored sword energy slashing down, Loye did not choose to defend, but stepped on his feet, and the speed was pushed to the highest, like a phantom, rushing up.

But seeing the layers of magical brilliance lit up around him, constructing a full six layers of 'deflection force field' magic.

When facing the gray fog man, there was no time to activate this magic, but now, he took the initiative to open it.

The blood-colored sword light was very fierce, shattering four layers of deflection force field, but when it touched the fifth layer, it was still affected, and the direction turned, and it slid past from both sides.

And Loye's sword, like a galloping golden cold light, directly inserted into the swordsman's neck.

As nimble as a dual-sword swordsman, at this moment, he could only retract his sword and block!

Ding!

A crisp collision sound came, and Dawn's thin sword preserved its rare weapon brand, directly leaving a gap on the short sword.

Of course, the thin sword is still a thin sword after all. Under the frontal block, it still began to bend like a bow.

But Loye used the force of the rebound, drew a "V" shape, and chased after the swordsman's heart.

The swordsman could only turn the sword in his hand and continue to block.

Then, there was a collision, rebound, change direction, attack, block, rebound, change direction, chase...

At this moment, the thin sword did not know how many 'V' shapes it had turned into, like continuous golden light, chasing the dual-sword swordsman's vital points, one sword faster than the other!

Even the dual-sword swordsman had to start to retreat in order to maintain the distance. With the first step, there was the second step, the third step, the fourth step, the fifth step...

He never thought that his transcendent would actually be crushed by a second-order swordsman in the sword fighting link?

How incredible is this!

As for the greatsword swordsman, Loye also took care of him in his busy schedule.

The dark muzzle pointed at him, and then, the magic pattern lit up, and it was activated without hesitation.

Bang!

The bullet came out of the chamber, abruptly interrupting the greatsword swordsman's charge, and he had to turn the greatsword to block the bullet.

His calculation was very good, but the collision between the bullet and the tip of the sword was actually a layer of frost spreading, along the sword body, the cold air directly forced his hands.

Ice Bullet!

The greatsword swordsman's breathing was stagnant, and he had to raise the remaining aura again to resist the cold air invasion.

And what he had to meet was more ice bullets!

Bang bang bang bang!

The bullets did not stop, and the greatsword swordsman was forcibly controlled in place until the bullets were emptied, and he had a chance to breathe.

But Loye's speed of changing bullets was no longer as slow as before. Almost in the blink of an eye, the revolver ejected, the shell fell, and the complete bullet fell into the revolver again.

Loye flicked his hand beautifully, the revolver returned to its position, the magic power was activated, and the gun body lit up with light, once again spitting like anger.

The greatsword swordsman really only got a chance to breathe, and had to face the bullets again.

This time, he had the experience and was ready to deal with it using the previous method.

But the collision between the bullet and the greatsword exploded, and the fire was raging, covering the greatsword swordsman's face.

This time it's a flame bullet!

The greatsword swordsman took a step back almost instinctively, and closed his eyes, but at that moment, the sound of gunshots 'bang bang bang bang' was continuous in his ears.

He only felt his whole body trembling, blood flowing, and strength constantly draining from his body.

Looking down slightly, he saw that his chest was full of bullet holes.

This time, it's an armor-piercing bullet!

This does not prevent Loye from fighting the dual-sword swordsman again. He did not retreat, but the dual-sword swordsman retreated ten meters.

The dual-sword swordsman looked at his partner who could not die anymore, and his face was very ugly.

And Loye did not pursue, he naturally shook off the magazine, and leisurely changed to a new bullet.

Then he looked up and grinned: "Next, it's your turn!"

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