Rebirth: Start By Hiding In Evil

Chapter 287: The game officially ends!

Then……

that is.…

Water Break · Twelve times the critical strike!

chah!

chah!

chah!

chah!

It was as if the slashes of twelve consecutive knives were concentrated at one point.

Two silver wolves, furious, tore the purple shirt on the defensive, biting two fatal wounds on his lower abdomen!

“call–”

Wujou Wu slowly exhaled a mouthful of turbid air and stopped the blade.

Both sides stopped the offensive.

The storm subsided, and each of them slowly stepped back, calculating the gains and losses of this round of offense and defense.

“Ugh-”

The blue veins on the purple shirt’s face kept twitching, and he stepped back while hanging on the wound, like an over-turning machine leaking hot oil, and it would be shattered at any time.

It’s a pity that in the realm of Wutiao Enlightenment, there is no way for him to retreat.

— Manic!

This emotion really appeared in the red eyes of the boy(?).

The hideous face, although the outline of the past can no longer be seen, but…

The instinct of living creatures to survive will always exist!

very funny!

Looking at the scene in front of him, Wutiaowu’s eyes flashed a few times, and his heart was hidden.

“you…

“Do you want to live?”

Wujo Satoru said lightly, his red-gold eyes were quiet and sacred.

As he slowly approached Zishan, he didn’t care at all whether the other party would violently kill or not?

only because…

He has the guts!

The magic power boils in his body, the world is so clear in his eyes, and the speed of the water droplets falling is so slow.

In this world, he is God, and he is the only master here!

. “………”18

Not answered.

Also, maybe the best answer?

Wujo Satoru only saw that Ye Shan’s figure disappeared in place, leaving an afterimage of his wielding sword in the mist.

–Self-acceleration spell?

Gojo Satoru frowned.

After being hit hard, Zishan’s static speed dropped from 10 times to 6 times, but the attack was still fast.

Yo!

Under the reminder of the airflow, Wujo Satoru raised his silver-white double swords like a reflex, and the ancient swordsmanship was revived in his hands, and the opponent’s face-to-face blows bounced off like a whirlwind!

According to normal physics, the faster the speed, the higher the attack power.

It’s like–

The destructive force of a car of the same weight hitting a target at a speed of 200km/h is definitely not the same as hitting the target at a speed of 300km/h.

But this is magic, ignoring or even modifying the physical rules of the realm.

It says “acceleration”, it really can only “accelerate”, and does not affect the final strength.

The same is true for “water cut” in reverse.

It is a hybrid product of the aggravation system and the movement system, representing the user’s ultimate control over the force. It can only increase the attack power, but cannot control the speed.

In theory, there is infinite room for improvement.

but–

The limits of the human body exist objectively.

this theory?

I’m afraid it doesn’t exist?

Wujo Satoru danced beside Zishan, aiming at his elbows and knees, dodging left and right, and at the key attack point of his attack, he took advantage of the situation to send out a winter-like sword light.

4x crit!

A flat cut came from the scales on the opponent’s chest, and sparks as bright as electric welding suddenly pierced!

7 times crit!

This time Gojo Satoru hit him on the shoulder!

11 times crit!

The four knives faced each other, leaving the claw prints of giant beasts on the wall!

Two Japanese-style short-arc knives propped up the butterfly-like silver wings in Wujo Satoru’s hands, and each round of rotary cutting was accompanied by the scream of broken scales, like a heavy hammer slowly smashing open the armor!

“what–”

“Go to hell -_”

Yew wailed frequently, and with his bare hands, he couldn’t beat Gojo Satoru, whose weapon proficiency was full.

You can only wave the steel bars in your hand randomly and keep clearing the raindrops in front of you.

this!

Dazzling sparks.

Wujogo’s expression was indifferent, and he pressed his sword against the steel bar.

Arms stalemate.

On the sharp blade, there is a cold glow, which can be used as a mirror.

In this dim light, the young man’s eyes reflected on the saw edge of the short blade, revealing an inexplicable coldness.

“what!

He threw the other knife out.

Go forward!

And Zishan, for the first time, didn’t realize that this slightly ordinary stalemate could hide such a murderous intention!?

His attention was basically focused on Gojo Gou, and then

He hit the dagger head-on.

111……

The only parts of his face that aren’t covered in scales – the eyes!

The purple shirt, which was already a monster, let out a scream of pain, and when the knife had already hit, Wujo Satoru kicked him in the chest and opened the distance.

There is no rehearsal.

Just based on years of experience, Gojo Satoru made a strange move!

“Are you interested in talking.

Still no reply.

“call–”

Gojo Satoru sighed slightly.

He lifted the domain, sat on a spacious stone platform, and rested.

Rather than simply killing him?

Gojo Satoru would like to get some information, but it seems… I’m afraid it won’t work now?

“Did you lose consciousness?”

Gojo Satoru got up, pulled out the short knife that was stuck on the ground, turned around and walked towards the purple shirt, the opponent’s body became even more deformed.

“How sad!”

Just at that moment, he had completely degenerated into a monster. In the pupils that were once clear and bright, there was now an even distribution of reddish brown, like a blood moon during a solar eclipse, standard animal pupils!

It can’t be called “he” at all, but can be called “it”.

In the old days, the brains of such test items were generally recovered.

Used to make “Electronic Golden Cicada”.

That chaotic psionic wave, is the highest quality material.

Thinking of this, Wujo Wu suddenly sneered: “Headless dragon?! Very good! Very good!!

I can’t say that I can’t bear it, but… there is a fool who died in front of him inexplicably.

If you don’t get justice for him?

AB……

Conscience, it is always difficult to pass!

This is the only thing that cannot be compromised.

Gojo Satoru pointed to the pulp of his finger and gently stroked the cold blade.

Knife forward.

The blade walked out of two ripples in the water, like a whale cruising in the sea.

The brainless Zishan seemed to realize that the young man in front of him was a fresh and delicious blood food.

He also carried his broken arm and walked over slowly.

The two sides are advancing in the same straight line, and the distance of tens of meters is constantly shortening…. Thirty meters… Twenty-five meters… Twenty meters….

ten meters

EiK……

In the dark, it seems that God’s will has long been predestined.

A new round of gas pipeline explosions erupted in the distance behind Wujogou, and the orange-red flames clearly outlined his figure.

Then came the storm!

He seized the opportunity to ride the wind!

Under the action of the explosion, countless water molecules rose to the sky, but in this confined space, they could only hit the ceiling and reflect down, turning into a new boiling rain. Shuttle, the whole body seems to be covered with silver foil.

The storm, in addition to giving him a real push, also made the smell of the person drift into the nose of “Purple Shirt” hundreds of times.

He was stimulated by the “meat aroma” that suddenly soared, and he squeaked.

It gave up its ignorant reason and rushed over with its sharp claws!

Degenerate into a monster, it only means that his brain is not very smart, but it does not mean that his combat effectiveness is lower.

It is still a six-speed self-acceleration technique, but the good news is that its initial speed has slowed down a lot due to countless injuries, and now it is at most twice its initial speed.

No chanting!

The field is open again!

Three seconds!

With the mana fully burning, Gojo Satoru stably captured the opponent!

In the almost stagnant space, he has already seen the opponent’s next attack trajectory!

The magic barrier of time suddenly shattered, all things flow, and water travels into the sky!

Gojo Satoru moved his waist and drew a circle with himself as the center. The rotating silver wings were like steel compasses, and the half-meter-deep water hibiscus surged. skirt!

Water cut. 16 times the crit!

Waterwheel!

The water flow shook the monster’s arm, and predicted it there in advance, waiting for it to collide.

Second roundabout!

The shining blade light was like a silver dragon rising into the sky, and a canyon-like crack split open in front of “Purple Shirt”‘s chest. Black magma spewed out from the well in the canyon.

Water cut-32 times crit!

Water cut!

Before the corrosive poisonous blood poured out, Gojo Satoru stepped on the opponent’s knee and jumped, his skinny back undulating like the mountains in the south.

At this moment, he hung upside down in the air and looked at 003’s brown pupil looking up.

In its eyes, the figure of the young man falling from the sky was reflected, and the bangs swept up along the upward airflow, completely revealing his handsome face with sharp edges and corners.

Death is coming!

“Purple Shirt” was supposed to be terrified, but at this moment it seemed to be returning to the light, with its mouth slightly open, its expression full of holy will and worship, perhaps seeing an angel.

Or, a glimpse of your own savior?

Gojo Satoru held the posture of really hitting and splitting Huashan on the top of his head, and then…

His expression fell indifferently, and he waved his knife.

Water cut. 64 times the crit!

Circling around!

He is not an angel!

Not even a savior!

He fell to the ground in the form of a shooting star, the blade was aligned with the back of the purple shirt from the beginning, and the silver sword went all the way down its spine!

“what!

Violent aesthetics is fully reflected in him!

One knife, two pieces!

“How ugly is that? Myself…

“Purple Shirt” fell into the stagnant water in front of him, and saw his ugly face through the water.

In this scene, it was as if the holster actor pulled the zipper on the back of the doll and got out, and its soul rose up along the wound on the back, and was freed from this ugly and sinful body.

After running for two steps, Wujo Wu steadily landed on the water surface, his red pupils looked at the sky the size of a wellhead, his chest heaved intermittently, and he sucked in oxygen.

A shimmer of light, through the edge of the pothole, reflected on his face.

No superfluous magic is used!

There is no escape!

No mercy either!

The “dignified” one has won, in the field of physical art that he is least good at!

“call–

Gojo Satoru let go of his grip on the hilt of the sword and let the ineffective weapon fall into the water.

The game is officially over!

PS:

Senior year, busy with graduation in the past few months, the update really broke down.

Sorry!

If there are any typos or sentences that are not smooth, remember to point them out in the comment area!

I will correct it as soon as possible.

thanks!