One slash, a very fast slash!
Almost everyone present did not manage to catch it. It was so fast that the eyes could not adjust.
Shing …
Wang Zheng's chest split open. He had dodged, but not completely. Wang Zheng was very adaptable to the darkness, but he was not as fast as his opponent. He did not draw his sword, not because he was being pretentious, but because the sword would affect his judgment.
His blood was full of power. The source of power for the Dark Heart Arts was blood. The smell greatly stimulated González, and his murderous aura intensified. González did not strike immediately. He wanted to find his opponent's blind spot. He had thought that the previous attack would definitely hit, but Wang Zheng had still managed to dodge his vital spot. The moment the light turned to darkness, most people would feel a blur. Even those with strong adaptability would hallucinate because of his speed. But after that, the pain would heighten one's senses. González was very experienced in this area. After a few seconds, the clarity brought about by the pain would turn into a blur of physical injury. That was his chance to attack, and now he had to maintain the pressure and not give his opponent a chance to breathe.
Five seconds later, González struck. The titanium blade sliced through the night, bringing with it a piercing wind that enveloped Wang Zheng. Darkness Empire's Level One Military Killing Technique – 18 Fatal Spots Consecutive Strikes!
18 fatal spots on the body were covered in these 18 attacks according to a reasonable sequence of attacks. In the right environment, as long as one had sufficient combat speed, and according to the limits of the human body, this was unbeatable.
The first strike hit Wang Zheng. Although it was not a vital spot, he could still move.
But at this time, Wang Zheng also moved. His feet moved in a strange pattern, and his body moved with the blade. The second strike missed …
The third strike missed!
There was no time to react to such an attack. In military schools, the emphasis was on the rhythm of sparring, accumulation, stalemate, and explosion. But in the military, there was no time to waste. After testing, one would quickly find the opponent's weakness, and then explode into a killing blow.
This was González's rhythm. In this era where offense was king, this rhythm was also the way of the king. All the empires respected it. That was why a good student soldier was not necessarily a good soldier.
Although the last two strikes missed, it was still González's rhythm.
At this time, the eyes of Lin Feng and the rest could gradually keep up with the frequency of his movements. Just because their eyes could keep up did not mean that their bodies could keep up. González's appearance was absolutely perfect. Even the timing of nightfall was well chosen, allowing him to advance and retreat at will.
But when González's fourth strike, which he thought was a sure hit, missed, the situation was a little off. This strike should have pierced through the gap between the ribs, but Wang Zheng's body twisted. Logically speaking, the first three strikes should have put his body in a desperate situation, but Wang Zheng made another move.
Lin Feng could see it very clearly. It was the footwork. Wang Zheng did not retreat. Instead, he moved on the spot. These movements seemed to be disorderly, but in reality, there seemed to be a pattern.
The fifth slash missed again!
González was on his guard. The Dark Heart Formula in his body began to condense, and the speed of the knife increased again. In the dark night, the titanium knife suddenly glowed with a dark red light that seemed to suck away at one's soul. This kind of light undoubtedly had a huge impact on vision, and could even make the attacker invisible.
This was the killing move of the Dark Heart Sutra. Although it was just a small trick, the effect was abnormally terrifying.
The sixth slash … still missed!
In an instant, the light changed, and Wang Zheng's eyes were already closed. Wang Zheng's battle experience in the dark was equally rich, and even more complicated than this environment. It was just that the opponent had not been as strong as González.
The perimeter unfolded. In the darkness, there was only the knife, and everything became clear.
González's footwork was fixed to match the knife's attack, while Wang Zheng's Plum Blossom Steps were ever-changing, covering all kinds of extreme variables. Back when Wang Zheng had practiced it, he had been in excruciating pain, twisting his bones until they broke. But this kind of extreme training had made the extreme situation not so extreme. Another mistake in González's judgment was that Wang Zheng did not feel pain, and it did not mean that he did not have the timing he had imagined.
The seventh slash missed. The eighth, the ninth. A high-speed triple slash. The Dark Devil Knife absorbed all the light, with a demonic trajectory, seeking the end of life. But with Wang Zheng's movement and body evading, it was futile.
In the darkness, Lin Feng and the rest were all watching intently. Similarly, at such a distance, in such a scene, they could clearly feel every detail. Being there brought them great experience.
Lear narrowed his eyes. He seemed to have seen this footwork somewhere before …
The key was not the difficult twisting of the upper body, but the coordination of the footwork. Because under González's continuous high-pressure attacks, Wang Zheng became more and more at ease, relying on the changes in his footwork. On the contrary, González, in pursuit of continuous attacks, was using his body to "die".
But the Darkness Empire's first-class military killing move was not so simple.
The consecutive misses did not make González anxious, but he entered a more focused state. The Dark Heart Technique was integrated into his blood, and the blade followed Wang Zheng meticulously. If he made the slightest mistake, it would cost him his life.
If he had Ability X, Mars would definitely take the blow, and then hammer his opponent to death. If this dragged on, it would definitely be disadvantageous. Although Wang Zheng seemed to have the advantage through his nimble footwork, such military techniques were usually fatal at the last moment, and were specially prepared for the pros.
As his adaptation to the darkness was a beat slower, Wang Zheng could not use his knife. It was too late even if he wanted to now. This was a hidden danger!
If he had Ability X, Wang Zheng could use some variations to counterattack. There were many moves, such as an instant flame explosion, and so on. All of them could ease the pressure. But without Ability X, it was hard for the defending side to turn the tables.
But there was no other way. Wang Zheng was just waiting. His opponents had all come with companions, including himself. In the end, Wang Zheng had not escaped his goal.
The next few blows became more and more biting, but Wang Zheng's footwork also became more and more nimble. His footwork matched the various contortions of his body, and some even went against the rhythm. But this was not unusual. At this level, every part of the body needed considerable control. It was just that it was very difficult to match in such a predicament.
In the blink of an eye, 16 blows had passed. The air was filled with González's angry panting, as though he was not satisfied, and was growling.
Those on the spot might be affected, or someone of Zhang Zhun's level might be excited, because the continuous attacks were bound to be a period of exhaustion. But Lin Feng and the rest were already fully focused.
There was no pause … God!
The charging González had another titanium knife in his hands!
The second!
In the darkness, it formed two pincers, like a venomous scorpion.
Clearly, this titanium knife had been snatched by González from the hands of other losers. The 17th and 18th blows flew out at the same time.
This change was impossible to guard against. But Lin Feng, who was at the right angle, saw a cold glint in González's mouth.
Poison needle!
Deadly scorpion tail!
Three blows at the same time!
Death was certain!
Mars also clenched his fists. A pity it was too late. In a battle of this level, life or death was decided in an instant. There was no chance to save him.
González's battle techniques were too rich, and impossible to guard against. Such underhanded moves were rare even in the military. It was difficult to master, but once mastered, it was a deadly weapon in battle. Lear finally smiled.
This was the effect he wanted. The world was too big, and anyone who wanted to rely on their own ability to conquer the world was a fool. There was only one outcome, and that was death!
Without Ability X, you could not hide, even if you had the ability to penetrate the heavens and earth. The double knives were only a blockade, and this poison needle was a sure-kill. Even if Wang Zheng had avoided his vitals, there would still be something on the needle. Otherwise, it would not have been worth it to hide for so long.
This was not because Lear was black-bellied, but because if it were him, he would definitely do so.
The double knives were out, the poison needle ready to be fired. In a flash, González was extremely calm. He was waiting for Wang Zheng to make his move first, to make his move. Once the other party had no more moves, he would be a fish on the chopping block.
But in that instant, Wang Zheng … actually did not move. Although his body did not move, his eyes burst with golden light. The accumulated power of the Primordial Regression Technique had reached its limit.
Roar ~ ~ ~
Weng ~ ~ ~
In an instant, everyone's ears buzzed. González, who was close at hand, heard it all. In the silent, dark battlefield, there was a sudden explosion of thunder.
Primordial Regression Technique – Lion Thunder!
(End of the third watch. The first day. Comrades, support me. Thank you!)
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