The bald man's expression shifted as he stared at An Lin in the distance.
This aura … was very powerful!
An Lin also raised his head to look at the bald man, and his eyes were as black as ink. A black cape instantly materialized on his back, and even his Evil-Slaying Sword was bound by a black ribbon, as if a black cloak had been added to his body.
Deathly silence ensued as the aura of death and doom proliferated outward.
An Lin stood at the very center of the darkness, as if he were the monarch of the night. His aura was calm and reserved, but it was imbued with absolute power that could make one fall into an eternal slumber.
A gust of wind blew past, and An Lin's body had already disappeared.
The bald man's expression darkened, and he raised his fist before hurling it forward without any hesitation.
At this moment, the black blade of his sword had already arrived before him with peerless might before colliding with his fist.
"Boom!"
The two powers clashed, and vital energy surged for over a kilometer as terrifying shockwaves exploded forth, destroying everything within a radius of over a thousand feet.
An Lin and the bald man both retreated a few steps at the same time. The bald man's glove had already been sliced open by the blade of his sword, revealing a gash. However, An Lin was completely unscathed as he charged toward the bald man again with his sword in hand.
An extremely domineering sword strike collided with the bald man's sword, and the resulting explosion of energy transformed heaven and earth into complete chaos.
The bald man was forced into retreat by An Lin's unstoppable sword strike, and a dozen or so wounds soon appeared on his body.
In the eyes of the bald man, the black cape on An Lin's back was growing larger and larger, as if it had transformed into a black canopy that obscured the entire sky. Meanwhile, An Lin's sword had become the executor of death and doom in the canopy of the sky, constantly announcing its authority.
Xuanyuan Cheng and Liu Qianhuan looked up into the sky, where the black cape obscured the sun.
Night slowly fell, and An Lin's Endless Night sword technique had finally reached its peak!
That's right, An Lin didn't use the Six Strikes of the War God this time. Instead, he listened to Little Xie's suggestion and used the Endless Night sword technique that he had just obtained!
Xu Xiaolan was forced back by a scarlet streak of light. As her black robe fluttered, her gaze had already stopped on the man in the distance.
Battle God Zhen Hong was far too powerful, and even with the help of the two Gundams, Hu Guan and Yao Mingxi were still in grave danger. Hence, Xu Xiaolan listened to An Lin's instructions and went to reinforce Hu Guan and the others.
Before they parted, An Lin had said that he would definitely defeat the bald man. Seeing An Lin's extremely serious expression, Xu Xiaolan believed his words without a doubt.
And now, the most crucial moment had finally arrived.
The bald man was beaten until his blood boiled. He clenched his fists tightly and his aura soared to the limit.
"Brat, don't be too arrogant. Eat my serious punch!"
The muscles on the bald man's arm suddenly bulged, and Yuan Qi surged for thousands of meters, forming a huge cyclone, and the center of the cyclone was his right fist.
He punched out!
The red fist seemed to be able to shatter everything, and it grew larger and larger in An Lin's eyes.
The power behind the fist was as vast as the sea, and the power behind it was enough to shatter heaven and earth!
An Lin's expression became extremely grave. He stood in front of him atop his sword and began to spin at high speed. His black cape transformed into a black canopy that flowed downward like a black river, forming a vortex that sucked in heaven and earth.
Ninety-nine layers of black vortexes began to appear, and the center of the vortex was so deep that even one's consciousness would not be able to escape. It was like a black hole that could melt and engulf all things, and it flew directly toward the red fist.
"Boom!"
The terrifying power of the collision shattered the vortexes layer by layer, and the space around them began to twist and warp. Ten layers, twenty layers, thirty layers … ninety layers.
Black cracks imbued with the aura of chaos appeared in the air. This was a sign that the space itself had been torn apart.
An Lin's internal organs had already been shattered, and his bones were riddled with cracks. These were extremely lethal wounds, but he showed no hint of fear or retreat. His eyes were as clear as a mirror.
In his heart, this was the moment that would decide the outcome of this battle!
The Evil-Slaying Sword transformed into a black shadow as it returned to his hand, and a cold voice tinged with excitement sounded.
"An Lin, close your eyes!"
An Lin closed his eyes, and then he saw light.
This was a ray of light in his consciousness, a ray of light that tore through the darkness and was peerlessly dazzling!
A peerlessly dazzling light burst forth from the Evil-Slaying Sword, as if it were welcoming the dawn of night, as if it were extinguishing all hope.
The black sky was torn apart by the white light, and An Lin's cloak and the black ribbon on the Evil-Slaying Sword both disappeared.
The white sword projection soared into the sky, as if it had been repressed for a long time and had finally been released, and it released all of its energy in a frenzy.
"Final technique, Endless Night, Dawn!"
The bald man stared at the white sword projection. It tore through the darkness and tore through heaven and earth, becoming the only color in this world. It was powerful, dazzling, and filled with hope!
Regardless of whether it was the enemies or his teammates, all of them involuntarily turned to look at the sword projection as their hearts trembled with emotion.
The bald man's chest had already been punctured by the white sword projection, and a mist of blood sprayed through the air as his body plummeted to the ground.
An Lin also plummeted toward the ground in exhaustion. His body had been completely hollowed out, and the after-effects of using the Origin Energy of the Netherworld for an extended period of time were not as simple as just exhaustion. Instead, they could even affect his Dao foundation.
A warm arm wrapped around his body, and he forced his eyes open to find Xuanyuan Cheng's handsome face that was filled with concern.
"Classmate An Lin, are you alright?"
"I … I'm fine."
An Lin shook his head feebly, but to his surprise, his blood churned, and he coughed up another mouthful of blood.
That's right, not only had his body been hollowed out, but all of his organs had almost been crippled by that punch.
The Evil-Slaying Sword let loose a cry of satisfaction before hiding back into its storage ring, completely disregarding its master's pitiful condition.
Xuanyuan Cheng placed An Lin and Liu Qianhuan together and fed each of them a healing spirit pill. In reality, he himself was also severely injured, but he could still just barely stand.
Just when An Lin thought that he could finally relax after defeating the fake Saitama, a voice suddenly rang out.
He shuddered as a boundless chill ran down his spine.
"Cough, cough … I've underestimated you guys."
A bald figure slowly crawled out from the rubble. His bald head was stained with blood, but it was still extremely eye-catching under the bright sunlight.
He gripped the bleeding wound on his chest as he made his way toward An Lin and the others with raging battle intent burning in his eyes. "Your combat prowess has already far exceeded my expectations, but you're still a little short of being able to defeat me."
A smile appeared on the bald man's face as he spoke. "Are you surprised? Are you surprised? Are you excited?"
He clenched his fists tightly as he continued onward. He was going to kill all three of them in critical condition! He drew closer and closer to An Lin and the others, and he was like a ferocious ancient fiendcelestial that was about to bare its fangs.
Right at this moment, a faint ripple suddenly appeared in the air.
A blue arc of light flashed past the bald man's back like a goose gliding over the surface of the water.
Very fast! It was very unexpected!
Just when the bald man was at his weakest and most emotionally unstable, the Grim Reaper's scythe fell lightly …
The bald man's eyes widened as he stared at the wound on his neck. There was an expression of incredulity on his face.
An Lin, Liu Qianhuan, and the others all drew a sharp intake of breath as they stared at the blue figure in the distance.
"Beautifully done! Perfect! "An Lin, who was on the verge of death, sat up in shock.
"This is the role of assassins in team battles …"
Liu Qianhuan's purple eyes lit up as a vibrant smile appeared on her face.
In the distance, the blue Moonlight Disc danced merrily around Su Qianyun, as if it was taking credit.
Su Qianyun wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and smiled happily at An Lin and the others. There were two faint dimples on her delicate face, and she was extremely adorable.
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