Swoosh! Following Zhan Qi's roar, his dagger appeared in front of Tang Ling without warning and went straight for Tang Ling's chest.
Could the bone armor block it?
Under normal circumstances, would Tang Ling have such a question? After devouring a large amount of energy, Tang Ling's bone armor's defense had surpassed the defense of a Rank 1 Purple Moon Warrior's standard armor.
It was comparable to the standard armor of a Rank 2 Purple Moon Warrior. In other words, it was an armor made of grade B alloy.
It did not sound like much. The grade of grade B alloy seemed to be very low. At least up until now, Tang Ling did not even spare a glance at grade B alloy weapons.
However, defense penetration should not be understood in such a way. It was just like how armor and weapons could not be compared. Defensive items were far more precious than weapons.
This was because using a hard object to cut another relatively less hard object would also require strength. The hard object would only not be damaged during the cutting process.
Therefore, it was difficult for a Purple Moon Warrior to break the defense of a Rank 2 Purple Moon Warrior's standard armor with a sharp weapon.
Unless the weapon reached the level of superalloy, then everything would be relatively easy.
Was Zhan Qi's dagger made of superalloy? Obviously not!
Tang Ling's Blood Bulrush Sword had not reached its perfect state, which meant it could not be compared to a superalloy weapon and could not suppress Zhan Qi's dagger. Therefore, Zhan Qi's dagger was at most a grade S metal weapon.
Against such a weapon, Tang Ling could take the risk. As long as he was given a split second chance, he could catch Zhan Qi, and things would become a lot easier if he caught Zhan Qi.
However, Tang Ling did not choose to take the risk. He did not even have the thought of whether the bone armor could block Zhan Qi's dagger.
The moment Zhan Qi's dagger stabbed over, Tang Ling dodged it.
Precise Instinct was a heaven-defying ability, and Tang Ling still noticed the difference at that moment.
In the middle of Zhan Qi's pair of silver-white daggers, a thin blood-red line appeared.
This subtle difference might be the fatal fangs!
With a whoosh, Zhan Qi's dagger missed, and his figure was revealed at that moment. His ferocious face showed surprise, anger, and a little surprise.
"Are you that cowardly? Even with defense, how can you run as fast as a black-toothed rat? "Looking at Tang Ling, Zhan Seven said with slight reluctance.
At that moment, Tang Ling took out a tube of cell repair potion in front of Zhan Qi without any scruples and poured it on his ear and abdomen.
"You think you're stupid? Or am I stupid? Do you want me to think that you're tired and that's why you made such a low-level mistake? Do you want me to think that you're going to stab me where I'm protected? Or do you want me to think that there's a chance for me to take a risk? "
"Obviously, none of us are stupid, right?" As he spoke, he tossed the empty glass tube away. Then, he twisted his neck and moved his limbs.
"Your dagger seems to have undergone some changes. I believe that no matter how powerful you are, you will have to pay a price. So … "Tang Ling tore a piece of torn clothes from his abdomen and looked at Zhan VII.
Zhan Qi narrowed his eyes.
"Let's fight. I'm tired of playing cat and mouse with you." Tang Ling had a smile on his face that puzzled Zhan VII. Then, he covered his eyes with the rag.
"One minute, and I'll kill you." Zhan VII looked at Tang Ling. For some reason, Tang Ling's actions made him a little uneasy, but he still continued, "You won't have another chance. As you said, my dagger is now in a special state. It doesn't matter if you have any defense or not. As long as I hit your weak spot … then, hehehe … "
It seemed that at this time, such words could bring him confidence. After Zhan VII finished speaking, the uneasiness in his eyes had disappeared.
Tang Ling, on the other hand, was very calm. He just quietly tied the rag over his eyes.
"One minute, hmm, is enough to decide the winner." Finally, Tang Ling tied the rag up. He looked up abruptly and retreated backward.
"Don't even think about it." Zhan VII saw through Tang Ling's plan, and his figure immediately disappeared into the thick fog.
Unfortunately, Zhan VII's several assassination attempts had allowed Tang Ling to use his Precise Instinct to calculate the limit of his speed when he was invisible.
Just now, Tang Ling's evasion was not random. Instead, he retreated toward the edge of the deck and the side of the ship.
Then, he deliberately talked to Zhan VII and took two steps back, just to get closer to the side of the ship.
He had already calculated that in the position where he stood, if he retreated at his maximum speed, even if Zhan VII used his maximum speed, he could not stop him from reaching the side of the ship first.
Bang! Tang Ling's back hit the side of the ship heavily. Although Zhan VII had reacted in time, everything was as Tang Ling had calculated. He could not stop Tang Ling's back from sticking tightly to the side of the ship.
Zhan Qi's dagger slashed across the side of the ship, making a harsh sound of friction. However, he did not dare to stop for a moment. He immediately hid his figure in the fog.
Tang Ling's approach was simple and effective. It was to avoid being attacked from behind, so he would be much less pressured by Zhan VII.
Was there really no way to deal with Zhan VII? In fact, it was not that there was no way. Just like the last time when he fought Tang Long to the death, Tang Ling had comprehended the ultimate move!
However, that would consume all his energy, and Tang Ling would never do that. Zhan VII was not Tang Long, and it was not worth releasing that move for him.
On the contrary, he could use it to sharpen himself, could he not? As long as he was not attacked from behind …
The battlefield became quiet again. Under the thick, sticky fog, it looked a little strange.
Swoosh! Zhan VII's dagger appeared on Tang Ling's left chest.
Tang Ling, who was blindfolded, kicked Zhan VII's wrist. Zhan VII's wrist twisted strangely, avoiding Tang Ling's kick, and the dagger in his right hand approached Tang Ling's neck …
Tang Ling hit Zhan VII's other arm with his right shoulder.
"His movements have become faster?!" Zhan VII's eyes flashed with a puzzled light. He naturally chose to hide again when his attack failed.
Tang Ling stood calmly by the side of the ship and waited …
Time passed by minute by minute!
Ten seconds!
Zhan VII attacked Tang Ling twice, but both times he missed. Instead, he was almost hit in the stomach by Tang Ling …
Twenty seconds!
Zhan VII's attack frequency became faster. He attacked a total of five times, all of which were avoided by Tang Ling. Even his arm was scratched by Tang Ling with the Blood Bulrush Sword.
What was the problem? A strange feeling rose in Zhan VII's heart.
However, he did not have a way out! Because his dagger's special Bloodthirsty state could only be maintained for a minute, and his war seed's release time was also limited.
If he could not kill Tang Ling within a minute, he could no longer conserve his strength.
He could no longer conserve his strength. He even had to go against the rules of assassination and increase the frequency of his attacks.
Forty seconds!
Zhan VII attacked Tang Ling a total of 27 times. He almost gave up the assassination code and fought Tang Ling hand-to-hand for a few seconds …
He failed to kill Tang Ling!
He left seven wounds on Tang Ling's body, one of which was even on Tang Ling's chest. The dagger in the Bloodthirsty state cut through Tang Ling's bone armor and even cut open his muscles. If only it had gone deeper …
However, failure was still failure.
What was more shameful was that as an assassin, Tang Ling also left seven wounds on his body. Even if they were not vital points, but …
Zhan VII could not help but gasp a little. Every time he used all his strength to kill, it was very exhausting.
He felt that his movements were already slowing down, but Tang Ling's movements were … getting faster and faster? Definitely not. Out of the sensitivity of an assassin, Zhan VII knew that Tang Ling's speed did not increase at all. The rapid consumption of physical strength even made Tang Ling's speed a little slower.
But … but … Zhan VII gritted his teeth. He did not want to admit it, but he had to admit that Tang Ling's movements were becoming more and more impeccable! Why was it impeccable? It was because Tang Ling's movements revealed a kind of natural harmony.
Why was that? Was it a strange, new combat technique?
Zhan VII could not care so much anymore. Time was passing, and Tang Ling was also consuming his physical strength. Tang Ling still had no speed advantage against him, and Tang Ling was more seriously injured than him. So, while the situation had not been reversed, he should completely give up defense and fight hand-to-hand!
Such a thought popped up in Zhan VII's mind. This was indeed the most correct choice.
Fifty seconds!
Zhan VII still failed to succeed. On the huge strange body, there were nine more wounds left by Tang Ling.
On the other hand, Tang Ling's attacks in these ten seconds only left three wounds on Tang Ling.
Just as Zhan VII felt before, Tang Ling's movements had become slower, but it was more impeccable.
Why was that?
Zhan VII began to panic. There were still ten seconds left before his dagger would lose its bloodlust state. If Tang Ling still maintained this perfect performance, his dagger would …
Was it going to fail?
Zhan VII could not help but start to think about the problem of escape, but Tang Ling's face showed a trace of a cold smile.
"Actually, it's like this." He seemed to be very emotional. Under Zhan VII's shocked gaze, Tang Ling no longer leaned his back against the side of the ship. Instead, he took a step forward.
Then, he stretched out a hand and hooked his index finger at himself.
"Come on, there are still a few seconds left. Look, I've given up the defense of my back. Don't you want to seize this opportunity to fight?
Because if you don't fight anymore! You have no chance. "
Was Tang Ling provoking him?!
Zhan VII's hands, which were holding the dagger, oozed a little bit of mucus. It could not be helped. This was a special physiological phenomenon for living beings like them. It was no different from humans sweating when they were nervous.
To fight or not to fight?
Zhan VII's eyes turned scarlet. He looked at Tang Ling, who was standing in the thick fog. He stood straight like a javelin with one hand in front of him, still maintaining a provocative posture. There was a sneer at the corner of his mouth, which was inexplicably frightening.
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