Ultimate Assassin System

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Periphery.

When the side hall suddenly collapsed, dust was everywhere. Philip, who was squatting on the ground and holding his head, froze when he heard the sound. He subconsciously raised his head and saw the messy ruins with silent and desperate eyes. After a pause, there was a bang, and he suddenly kicked off the ground and jumped out quickly.

It was clear that, in Philip's mind, the battle was over. As for the result... he just hoped that Tang En could survive. If he was rescued in time, he could still save a small life.

However, Come back! He yelled hurriedly, and Haita's expression suddenly changed. He dodged and quickly grabbed Phillip's shoulder with his left hand. At the same time, he raised his right hand and let out a soft groan. The broad sword was instantly unsheathed, he stepped forward and waved his arm, striking the open space in front of him with a thunderous slash!

What the hell... eh? Philip, who was rushing to save people, was held in place and couldn't move. He was about to curse without thinking, but his eyes shrank for a moment and he looked at the path of the big sword's heavy slash. Cha's blood-colored blade light pierced through the air silently and struck quickly, and he immediately closed his mouth.

The next moment, bang, bang, bang... strong winds surged, loud noises were heard, and dense crashing sounds could be heard instantly.

Needless to say, this was naturally the aftermath of Tang En's bloody hurricane. But even though it was the aftermath, not everyone has the strength of Haita. Fortunately, the area has been cleared in advance, but no one from the secret agency was unlucky enough to die under Tang En's knife. Only the surrounding building walls, etc., seemed to be built with flour. They all suddenly collapsed, with gravel flying and dust rolling. It was like a small-scale earthquake. The scene was spectacular for a moment...

Opening his mouth, Phillip swallowed hard, looked away, and looked at Haita beside him: Thank you... Uh, what's going on?

Shaking his head lightly, Haita stared solemnly at the messy ruins, and finally focused his gaze on a half-collapsed wall. This was the only thing still standing in the original side hall. He hesitated for a moment, as if he had thought of something, looked shocked, and said dryly: The battle... is not over yet...

Philip couldn't help but be stunned when he heard the words. After reacting, a feeling of shock and excitement mixed with great surprise and incredible slowly rose from the bottom of his heart. It was a very simple speculation that the terrifying power just now was obviously a desperate move. According to common sense, Said, this is also the time to decide the winner! Of course the Sword God will not lose, but why hasn't he come out of the ruins yet? The battle is not over yet... Could it be that there is still a turning point in this matter?

Of course, what Phillip could think of, Haita could also do, so the shock in the heart of this middle-aged man who had been with the Sword God and stood at the top of the world for decades was much stronger than the previous one. He has always felt that the only thing in this world that can defeat the master is time! But now, an extremely repulsive thought began to linger in my mind... Master, will you lose?

The surrounding area was silent, and the two people who were shocked in their hearts did not know that in fact, they had already walked on the edge of the gate of hell...

In the abandoned house on the right, the eaves of the side hall outside the fence suddenly disappeared. David and other dozens of people kneeling on one knee shook their arms. If Luke, who was observing from the rooftop, did not make a clear gesture, these dozens of people would have disappeared. The purple-bore cannon must have roared in unison! And at such a close range, it was hard to tell the Sword God Wooding, but it would be difficult for Haita and the others to escape...

…

At this time, behind the half-collapsed wall.

Tang En sat leaning against the wall, raising his head and squinting his eyes. Wooding leaned over and handed over the sword, squinting his eyes and lowering his head. Like two petrified sculptures, they are still.

Suddenly, there was a roaring sound, and the clothes of both of them were blown by the strong wind, just like a strong wind suddenly blowing from the flat ground.

Shaking his head, I didn't expect that the concept of close combat can also be used in the space field... Looking at the front part of the sword swallowed by the cracks in the black space, Wooding suppressed his surprise and looked at Tang En with more appreciation, It's a Great talent, what a pity, if you could have been born a few decades earlier, I wouldn’t be so ****!

Tang En was startled when he heard this, his shocked expression disappeared for a moment, and then he looked at Wooding with even more admiration. He shook his head and said with a smile: I'm very glad that I can come a little later...otherwise I will always be your rival, so what will happen to me? It’s really a zombie dream!”

It has to be said that Wooding's vision is indeed astonishing, and he revealed Tang En's training philosophy on space power in one sentence - yes, he did use close combat methods.

For the space field, Woodin's realm is naturally no stranger. Even if he is willing, he can unleash his fighting spirit and instantly collapse a large area of ​​space with a swing of his sword. But in the final analysis, these are all effects that can be achieved through violence. Although powerful enough, it is not precise enough. It would be very difficult to tear apart a small space of a certain size with precision like Tang En.

And this is the result of Tang En's practice of practicing the concept of close combat, absolute control in a small area!

There was constant roaring, but within just two sentences of conversation, the sudden strong wind seemed to have increased in intensity. Tang En's hair and Wooding's white beard were all flying.

In fact, this is certainly not the effect of the wind. Because if the two of them don't want to, no matter how strong the wind is in the world, I'm afraid it won't be able to lift the corners of their clothes. This is the strong suction force of space rules, which is caused by the ever-expanding black cracks in the front part of the sword.

Come to the bowl quickly - this is just the prelude to Twain's plan. You must know that Wooding's strength is astonishing, and that light gold sword is even more terrifying. If there is no other back-up, even if Tang En successfully traps the sword into the space crack, it is impossible to trap it.

From the current point of view, this so-called backhand is naturally the powerful suction generated after tearing apart the space. In other words, since you have entered my bowl, don’t even think about getting out...

Of course, with Wooding's strength, even if the suction force of this space is strong, he can still get rid of it if he wants to. But in that case, he would need to use other powers again. And in this way, it is tantamount to breaking the promise of this move!

Woodin was not Tang En, so of course he would not be so incompetent. He held the hilt of the sword that was gradually sliding towards the crack in space, and sighed softly: I have used this sword for more than a hundred years. It is very handy and I don't want to throw it away... Please!

The corner of his mouth twitched, and Tang En advised with great seriousness: After all, it's just an external possession. If you are really reluctant to part with it, no matter how much this sword costs, I will definitely make another one exactly like it for you.

Haha... Wooding couldn't help but laugh happily when he heard this, shook his head, and looked at Tang En with a half-smile, No wonder Phillip became friends with you, you are quite shameless.

Tsk tsk, is Philip really your grandson... After smacking his lips, Tang En licked his face and continued: Where, where, actually my biggest shortcoming is that I like to tell the truth, haha...

The Sword God is still the Sword God after all. Even if the space suction force is extremely powerful, don't forget that the unusually domineering light golden light on the long sword is still there, so even if you don't use other power, directly detonate this light golden light... The outcome of this victory is yet to be determined!

As for not giving up the sword, this is actually just a way of saying it. Now that the bet has come true, Wooding's idea is indeed as Haita expected, to go all out and leave the outcome to fate!

After teasing a few words, Wooding looked at Tang En's trembling arms that were completely covered in rich blood and nodded slightly.

This seemingly wasted half-minute of dialogue time was actually Woodin asking Tang En to make more preparations and show his best condition and strongest strength... because what follows is the critical moment that truly determines life and death!

The old man's palm tightened, and the long sword that was gradually swallowed up by the cracks in the space paused in the air. Wooding looked at Tang En's slightly nervous eyes and said calmly: Explode!

On the sword body, the pale golden light flowing like water suddenly stagnated, and the next moment, the golden light burst out, dazzling and bright. Even the dark space that claims to be able to swallow everything can't stop this extremely brilliant golden light from blooming!

For a moment, Tang En's vision was blank, his eyes were blurred with tears, and his eyes seemed to have been mercilessly pierced by countless thin cow hair needles, which caused him to go crazy with pain. But even so, Tang En still opened his eyes as wide as possible, lowering his head and staring between his palms.

There, strangely no explosions could be heard, and only the dazzling golden light could be vaguely spread. The spatial cracks that had been slowly expanding before suddenly expanded rapidly, as if they had suddenly taken drugs, instantly widening the distance between Tang En's upper and lower hands by one foot. Faintly, from inside this space cave, you can see countless black currents surging crazily, like a group of snakes, which can't help but be creepy.

On the periphery, at the edge of the space crack, the regular arc that originally looked like a lip suddenly developed countless small cracks under the spread of golden light, like a rotten grinning tomato, as if it would completely collapse in the next moment.

Space is stable. Even if it carries countless mountains, rivers, people, insects, birds, beasts, etc., it remains stable and unmoving. Space is also the most unstable. Even if it is just a tiny pinhole crack, it will not recover on its own. Instead, it will expand infinitely and become turbulent!

Tang En now felt like he was holding an explosive crystal that was about to shatter. If it moved slightly, he would be shattered to pieces. And if it stays still, it will still explode after it is completely shattered... How to choose?

Tang En moved. This seemingly difficult decision did not need to be considered for him, because he was never a person who sat still and waited for death!

The veins on the wrists of both arms are bulging, and there is rich blood and real blood. Along the arms and along the ten fingers, it is like several streams, flowing down continuously until it completely occupies the outer edge of the space crack, and the spreading brilliant The golden light meets each other on a narrow road!

The two armies faced each other, no need to beat drums, no need to test, just charge and fight directly...

The current situation is extremely clear. If this golden light is allowed to spread without limit, it will expand the cracks in the expansion space until it completely covers Tang En's figure. Then what awaits Tang En is to be completely swallowed up by Wu Susuan, involved in countless spatial turbulences, and there will be no residue left in an instant!

This was certainly not the result Tang En wanted to see, so he tried his best to mobilize the blood light to pursue and intercept him, intending to completely trap the golden light in the spatial rift.

Since possessing blood energy, Tang En has been able to gain the upper hand in battles with countless fighting spirit warriors from other worlds. In the face of the blood energy with the superposition of multiple special attributes such as increase, defense breaking, internal invasion, etc., the monotonous fighting spirit of the other world attribute was simply unstoppable, and he was quickly defeated.

but now……

In front of the dazzling golden light, the defeated party turned into blood. This is not to say that Tang En's blood energy is not as good as Wooding's Dou Mang. It can only be said that there is a gap in realm between the two. For example, Jin Mang is like an elite heavy-armored cavalry, while Xue Mang is an ordinary infantryman wearing wooden armor and wielding a sword. If the two are fighting together, the result can be imagined.

Fortunately, Xuemang also has an advantage, that is, there are many!

The quantity and scale of Wooding's golden light is fixed, but the blood that is constantly flowing out of Tang En's body, as if it is never exhausted, is like a new force joining the battle one after another.

A group of people died? No big deal, just two more batches!

Not an opponent in a duel? It doesn't matter, we can fight in a group!

…

Although being a lone assassin is exciting, it actually becomes a bit boring after doing it for a long time. Sometimes Tang En thought about such a scene. He stood behind the crowd, waved his arms, and shouted righteously, There is no need to say anything moral about such shameless people. Come on, brothers, just chop them to death... Then a group of masters The enemy was so depressed that he died... This picture is so beautiful that I dare not look at it!

But what Tang En didn't expect was that one day he actually saw this scene. It's just that the crowd has turned into one's own blood, and the enemy master has turned into a golden glow, but it doesn't matter, the feeling is the same, and it's just as exciting!

Ha ha……

Slowly drawing out the green steel sword, unlike Tang En who was excited and excited, Wooding looked at the fierce competition at the edge of the space crack and couldn't help but frown slightly.

Wooding had already expected the domineering strength of his fighting spirit and the size advantage of the opponent's Xue Mang, but the stalemate in front of him, and even the somewhat declining situation on his side, were somewhat beyond his expectation.

kindness? This is not a simple attack with more and less, nor is it a pure crowd tactic... Wooding's eyesight is so vicious, he can see the problem at a glance. The seemingly chaotic and swarming blood light actually happens to follow the ten directions. One finger is divided into ten separate forces, like a truly living army, cooperating with each other, advancing and retreating in a well-founded manner, and greatly increasing its power. And in this way, his golden light, which is completely swarming, will naturally be at a disadvantage.

Well, considering Xiao Tang's accomplishments in close combat, it makes sense to have such fine control. But... Wooding squinted his eyes and saw with his own eyes that a golden light was about to break out of the encirclement, but at the most critical moment, it was suddenly overwhelmed by a large amount of blood light - this was not an accidental situation, but a common occurrence in current competitions. A common scene, never a mistake!

Hey, such a perfect fighter control ability... Subconsciously he raised his head and looked at Tang En, who had wide eyes and a focused expression. Wooding was startled. Could it be that he was still an outstanding general?

Of course, Tang En is not a talented military strategist. Talking about military skills on paper is just to praise him. And the reason why this shocking scene happened to Wooding was just because of his abnormal small-scale absolute control ability!

Just like playing chess, the rules are established and the scope is fixed. All Tang En has to do is to see the various changes and adapt accordingly - there is no doubt that this is what he is best at.

Lost...

Just as Wooding's thoughts came to his mind, he suddenly said, Ha! He laughed with relief, and Tang En shook his arms, instantly cutting off the supply of blood light. At the same time, his back directly smashed into the half-collapsed wall. With a bang, he jumped back with all his strength!

In place, the black hole in space that was as big as a washbasin was floating quietly, neither expanding nor shrinking. At the edge, the blood glow, which had neither support nor command, was instantly covered by golden light, and the entire line was defeated. From the beginning, Tang En never thought of completely annihilating the golden glow. It was meaningless not to say whether it could be done. What he wants is to temporarily stabilize the black hole in space. Even if it is just for a second, it will be enough for him to escape!

The next moment, Tang En blinked while retreating. He didn't know whether it was because he had stared at the golden light for too long, or because he had hallucinated due to excessive blood loss. Tang En suddenly felt that the scene in front of him was a little distorted, as if there were many spider-like cracks and lust. Looking at things through the unbreakable crystal glass, some become larger, some become smaller, some are bent, and some are just pieces of pure black that can even be swallowed by sight... Everything seems so weird and absurd!

Immediately afterwards, the only half-collapsed wall that was still standing suddenly produced undulating waves like a sea tide, and fine gravel fell one after another. However, before it hit the ground, it suddenly disappeared in mid-air. That's right, it disappeared completely and completely, it didn't break into powder, and it was invisible to the naked eye...

Trembling, Tang En came back to his senses instantly, his heart filled with horror. This is not a line of sight problem, this is space turbulence... As soon as this thought came out, the half-collapsed wall suddenly disappeared in place, as if it had never existed.

Tang En knew in his heart that the broken wall did not disappear, but was swept into the black hole by the turbulent flow of space, and became suspended garbage in the lonely space corridor. There was no need to think about it appearing in the world.

Without the broken wall, the rapidly expanding black hole behind became the most eye-catching thing. But Tang En didn't look at it, but stared at Wooding standing aside!

His vision suddenly returned to normal, Wooding did not change at all, his expression remained calm, and the previously agitated clothes also calmed down. Amidst the absurd and weird surroundings and the crazy undercurrents of space, his upright figure was like an eternal space coordinate, firmly fixed there.

With a loud bang, Tang En fell heavily onto a pile of rubble and then rolled down. The last picture in his mind was Wooding turning his head to look at the black hole in space and waving his long sword...

Ignoring the mess of injuries on his body and shaking his head, Tang En looked up. On the ruins scattered all over the place, the black holes in space, turbulence, absurd scenes, etc. all disappeared. Only Wooding sheathed his sword, turned around, paused, and a calm voice slowly came: You... win... …”

After being stunned for a moment, he grinned, with traces of blood hanging from his sinister teeth. Tang En showed the brightest smile in his life, Ha, I won!

…………(To be continued.)