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Chapter 110 Nine: The Line of Life and Death

"You are……"

Although the attacker's blade wasn't sharp enough to pierce through Decade's armor, the force of the crushing force from penetrating through the armor still made the warrior feel a little bit of suffocation for a short time.

Clutching his shoulders and knelt on the ground with one knee, Shi also took advantage of this opportunity to catch his breath and raised his head to look at the boxer, whom neither side had expected.

With such a close distance, coupled with the unobstructed observation from below, Shi immediately remembered this familiar face.

"How will you be here!"

"That's what I should say, Mr. Shi."

Looking sideways at the taxi who could feel his doubts even through the helmet, Zheng Yi grinned: "I won't be the guest this time."

"Huh? You... Could it be..."

As a super swinger who is only reliable at critical moments, although Shi usually seems to be out of shape, he is actually out of shape, but his already clever mind and relatively sharp eyes can often make him point directly to the essence and nature of the incident. The truth unfolds.

Combining all kinds of strange phenomena in the past two days with Zheng Yi's words now, the scholar immediately connected a path leading to the conclusion in his mind.

"...So that's the case, I probably understand."

The sergeant stood up and patted the non-existent dust on his shoulders.

"That's why I like talking to Mr. Shi - when it's hot, as long as you're not digging into a dead end."

Knowing that the scholar should be real [probably understood] rather than a subconscious scene, Zheng Yi nodded and turned his head to look at the assailant whose wrist was pinched by him.

It's very strange, he actually deliberately exposed his flaws three times just now, trying to lure the attacker to attack, thus breaking her main wrist and the other two pairs of auxiliary feet.

But in the face of his temptation, the assailant was completely unmoved.

Although it can be seen from the atmosphere that she seems to be in a state of astonishment due to some unknown factors, the posture that she can still maintain beautifully even if one of the main arms is restrained has not changed even the slightest bit.

Judging from the point that the soldiers would suffer in melee combat just now, Zheng Yi didn't think that such a result would be caused by the opponent's poor skills to the point where he couldn't even see his flaws.

So the only reason that can explain this situation is...

"There are three places in total."

The samurai lady said softly: "The back of the head, the armpits, and the lumbar spine, you have deliberately exposed three flaws to my body just now, and each of them is a flaw that can put you to death."

"Having said that, why didn't you cut it over?"

"Because I don't want to be young, I only have one arm to wield the blade."

Saying this, Miss Samurai's voice suddenly softened.

"Where did you learn the technique of a counter-attacking swordsman?"

"It's ashamed to say that it's an imitation from a good friend, and it's far from the real thing."

"However, let's stop talking about this topic for now."

Dark fog and scarlet thunder quietly flowed from Zheng Yi's waist.

As if the door to Zheng Yi's soul has been pushed open, the stone of wish, which has changed its posture along with the youth's life experience, flows with deep and quiet darkness, like a gushing spring bubbling from the door, wrapping Scarlet manic thunder poured out.

From a distance, it looked as if the wounds that had healed on the warrior's body were torn apart once again, and the bright red blood was mixed with unscrupulous tears from whoever it came from.

The torso, the limbs, and finally the head.

Being tightly embraced by the darkness and blood, the young man's body twisted in an instant.

This process seems long to describe in words, but for the attackers and soldiers who are close at hand, it is a clear but rapid shock.

The darkness shrank, and the blood melted.

Mist and lightning weave a thing of pure horror.

Zheng Yi's broad red compound eyes reflected the assailant's face.

"Crack-"

If it is said that when Zheng Yi was only in human form before, the scarlet master arm was already in a precarious situation, then when Zheng Yi showed his true posture as the never-setting black sun, the master arm finally He could no longer bear the suddenly increased power.

Pale pink liquid splashed out from the completely bent main wrist wound, like a crushed juicy coconut. When the hard shell was crushed, the juice inside was exposed to the air uncontrollably among.

If it wasn't for the swift switch of the sword-holding hand, the main wrist with only a trace of skin and flesh tissue at this time would definitely not be able to hold the too slender Odachi.

"Now, I ask, you answer."

"Don't think I can't smell it, Miss Warrior who has evolved from pure white, you'd better not expect me to show mercy."

"……how come."

After a short silence, it seemed that he couldn't feel the pain of being cut off—no!

Facing Zheng Yi's restraint, the attacker suddenly turned his waist forcefully, like a gecko cutting off its tail, and decisively tore apart his main wrist and shoulder joints held by Zheng Yi.

Pale pink liquid suddenly splashed on Zheng Yi's profile, just like a naughty child pouring a bucket of dirty water soaked in paint on others, with some sticky body fluids rendering Zheng Yi's dark body.

However, this was only a matter of a moment, just the blending of colors in the blink of an eye, these liquids that symbolized fighting and pain were evaporated without a trace by Zheng Yi's terrifying body surface temperature, and turned into a radiant glow. Green smoke with a sickening smell.

She didn't pay attention to the scene that seemed to herald her doom. At this moment, the warrior lady seemed to only see Zheng Yi who was standing still, and her other main wrist, which was still intact, held the blade high above her head.

The power and speed of the slashes that can be performed with one arm will naturally decrease sharply compared to those with two hands, especially when facing an opponent wearing armor, this difference may be the difference between life and death.

And in this unfavorable situation, there is only one stance that will not lack lethality due to the lack of an arm when slashing.

That's the previous paragraph.

In other words, when Shi completely exposed the weakness of the body, he put his life and death at his fingertips, and prepared for the power of fire under the transformation after awakening.

The total length exceeds 180 centimeters, which means that when it evolves into a one-handed upper section slash, this blow is enough to reach the enemy who is nearly two meters or more.

Zheng Yi felt the realization of putting all his body's center of gravity and strength, along with his life, into this sword.

Without stagnation or communication, when the stance of will showed its fangs, the confrontation between Zheng Yi and the assailant was pushed straight to the final moment.

The sharp blade goes straight down——

"Clang!"

"Pfft!"

In no particular order, the uncomfortable voices sounded in no particular order.

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Chapter 120: The Me Who Foreshadows, The You That Foreshadows Now

"Wonderful, cough!"

A mouthful of bodily fluid was spit out from the mouth that had turned into sharp mouthparts, and the attacker's voice was still full of indifference.

Even if, the center of her abdominal cavity has been roughly torn open by Zheng Yi's right fist, a hole with a diameter of nearly [-] centimeters has been opened, and Zheng Yi's five fingers have passed through those organs with unknown functions. Closing them together, like treating a fragile handicraft, gripped the attacker's spine.

This time, she smashed the two pairs of auxiliary legs that she was trying to attack Zheng Yi, and also severely injured her at the same time.

A burnt smell permeated along the wisps of smoke from the assailant's shattered abdominal cavity.

But even with such an injury, both Zheng Yi and the attacker knew that it was far from enough for a guy like them to die cleanly.

It was a serious injury, but not a fatal injury.

The assailant put all the weight of his body on this straight spine, and on Zheng Yi's fist.

She tilted her chin with difficulty, her broad compound eyes somewhat similar to Zheng Yi's stared at Duan Ren who fell to the ground.

That was the other half of the big sword in her hand.

Moving his gaze upwards, he landed on Zheng Yi's left hand that was deeply sunk into his neck armor.

The blow that decided the victory was not Zheng Yi's hand that pierced her abdomen, but this left arm that displayed superb skills.

It wasn't about dodging, nor relying on the heavy and mighty armor to forcibly resist the blow, but at the moment of receiving the top-down slash, he seized the almost fleeting opportunity to attack from the inside The rounded back of the fist avoids the edge of the blade, and twists the edge of the fist from the edge of the blade.

This is not simply turning the wrist and forearm, but solidly, starting to twist from the feet pierced into the ground, transmitting from the back and shoulders, and concentrating the strength of the body in an instant.

The concentrated power made Zheng Yi's fist, which was covered with solid armor, look like a high-speed chainsaw in an instant.

The structural characteristics of the Odachi weapon make it have a relatively fragile point on the side of the too wide and slender blade, which is an unavoidable structural problem.

But even so, the attacker also knew that it was by no means an easy task to split his blade into two, let alone his own precious sword that surpassed all things.

The man in front of him told the attacker with practical actions that his body was a shocking magic weapon.

At that moment, the attacker had actually realized that even if the other party really let her use the blade, the result would not be much better than now—no, it should be more bleak.

But the man in front of him didn't do that.

"This is... your caring heart."

Staring at this enemy who swung his blade with the will to die, Zheng Yi's ferocious war ghost's evil face could not see compassion or anger, and there was only a kind of emptiness that seemed to state loneliness.

When fighting for life, it is often the easiest time to see the essence of the opponent clearly.

The witch is an evil that feeds on negative energy.

Zheng Yi is the dwelling place loved by witches.

But it was Zheng Yi who was like this, but he didn't see much resentment and hatred from this enemy who died generously.

Those things that hang around her are her sins of taking the lives of others.

But compared to the high priest who had annoyed him for a long time, the warrior girl in front of him really had the awareness—about the murderer, the awareness that people will always kill.

It doesn't atone for her sins, but it does purify her essence.

He was not a fanatical believer after being brainwashed, nor was he deceived. Zheng Yi's ability to perceive emotions clearly told Zheng Yi that the opponent in front of him, like him, was a soldier who knew the end but never thought of turning back.

"To be honest, I am actually very afraid of pain, so I always try not to make others feel pain."

Even with only one wrist left, she still didn't let go of the broken blade in her hand.