A Good Romance
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Even Mo Zhengxin's expression changed. He discovered that his opponent's hand was as hard as metal, and the dragon claw was not damaged or injured. This was too terrifying.
However, as a human, are you sure you want to fight the Sea Race, especially the Sea Race's King in close combat?
It should be known that the strength of the human race was their understanding of Martial Art. Pulling apart the distance to compete with "techniques" and "skills" was the way of the king, but close combat belonged to the domain of body cultivators. Unfortunately, the Sea Race's King, because of the dragon's blood, were all body cultivators, and their physiques were incomparably tyrannical.
In close combat, you don't have brute physical strength. How long do you need to send out a palm strike? This amount of time is enough for me to send out ten or even a hundred attacks, blasting you into pieces!
Mo Zhengxin snorted coldly, and his other hand also grabbed towards Ling Han.
This strike was fast, ruthless, and accurate.
At such a short distance, how could Ling Han block it?
If there was a distance, then he only needed to raise his hand and spit out his Origin Energy. It didn't matter if the speed was a bit slow. Moving my arm is always faster than your attack across such a long distance.
But now, you've just raised your hand, and my dragon claw has already slashed your neck!
There was a cruel smile on Mo Zhengxin's lips. With this strike, a talented human was going to die, which made him feel very satisfied. There was no pleasure in killing ordinary people. Killing a thousand or ten thousand people was as satisfying as killing a genius.
Pa!
But he was shocked to find that Ling Han had stretched out his right hand and grabbed his dragon claw again.
How was this possible?
Previously, he accelerated towards Ling Han, so although Ling Han moved back, there was a bit of time to buffer, so it was understandable that he grabbed his hand. But now?
Could it be that this human also had amazing physical strength? Otherwise, how could he have such a fast reaction?
Ling Han smiled calmly, and said, "At first, I still had some appreciation for your talent, and in the future, you could lend a hand in times of great calamity, but since you insist on seeking death, I can only fulfill your wish."
"Humph, I admit that I underestimated you, but if you want to kill me, dream on!" Mo Zhengxin sneered and suddenly kicked at Ling Han.
Ling Han raised his leg to meet the attack. Peng, peng, peng, peng. The two of them continuously kicked each other. Because both of their arms were grabbing each other, it was impossible for their kicks to go past each other. They collided with each other firmly.
The Sea Race had an advantage in terms of physique. Mo Zhengxin's physique was comparable to ninth-tier rare metal, and Ling Han wasn't weak either, having also reached this level. In theory, the two of them should be tied.
However, a draw didn't mean that neither of them was injured. On the contrary, they suffered a huge impact every time they collided. Their legs were deformed from the impact.
It was like a peerless treasured sword that was invincible, but if two such treasured swords collided with each other, both would be damaged or even broken.
It was like this now. Both of their legs were bent, and the degree of distortion was a bit scary. However, they were still continuously kicking at each other. This was a battle of breath, and if one couldn't persevere, then it wouldn't be the leg that would be kicked, but a vital point like the lower abdomen.
If the Dantian was kicked, then wouldn't one become a cripple?
Mo Zhengxin secretly regretted. At this point, there was no chance to use any Spirit Tools or decrees. Both of their arms were grabbing each other, and they couldn't even take out any Spirit Tools or decrees.
However, he was a descendant of the Mo Clan, and he had several powerful treasured tools on him. Each one of them was enough to kill Ling Han, but now he couldn't use any of them, so how could he not feel regret?
However, who asked him to bully Ling Han as a human? He wanted to fight the other in close combat and defeat the other in one move, but he didn't expect to encounter a strong opponent.
Ling Han cracked a smile, and said, "Regret it?"
"Ha, why would I regret it? Do you think your situation is better than mine?" Mo Zhengxin wasn't willing to show weakness.
"Indeed better than you …" Ling Han operated the Indestructible Heaven Scroll, and his bent thigh immediately returned to normal.
What?
Mo Zhengxin turned pale with fright. What kind of f * cking recovery power is this? Are you really a human? Are you sure you're not a monster?
"So what now?" Ling Han kicked him again.
"Ah!" Mo Zhengxin instantly screamed. Although the power of this kick didn't increase, he felt that he was heavily injured from the impact.
This was a psychological effect. He had been severely wounded, yet Ling Han had completely recovered. With such a contrast, he naturally felt a little like he was on the verge of collapse. Moreover, he felt a strong sense of frustration. As a descendant of the True Dragon, he had actually lost to a human in terms of physique.
Ling Han was merciless, and his kick became even more urgent.
Peng, peng, peng, peng. Once Mo Zhengxin's fighting spirit was shaken, he obviously couldn't catch up, and was instantly kicked wildly by Ling Han. Peng, he could no longer hold onto Ling Han, and was kicked away.
There was blood at the corner of his mouth, and his lower abdomen had sunk in, appearing very ghastly.
Mo Zhengxin struggled to get up. He panted heavily, slightly calming his good mood, and took out a scroll.
Shattering Void Tier decree
"You're very strong, but so what?" he sneered. "In front of the Shattering Void Tier's battle prowess, you're just a mere ant, die for me!" He suddenly opened the decree, and endless pressure spread out, making Mo Yuanming and the others involuntarily kneel down, their skin and flesh lacerated.
This was as if a Shattering Void Tier elite had arrived in person, and it wasn't as simple as imposing manner. Even if it was a king of martial arts, so what? It was as if their bodies were about to collapse.
Ling Han smiled faintly, waved his right hand, and scattered out a hundred and eight short swords, forming the Ice Dragon Ground Blast Formation. Instantly, an ice dragon formed and roared at the sky.
"Go!" Ling Han stretched out his hand and pointed, and the ice dragon charged towards Mo Zhengxin.
The decree just opened, and a burly man walked out, emitting the powerful aura of the Shattering Void Tier. When he discovered the ice dragon attacking, he immediately went up to meet it. Peng, peng, peng, the two sides fought, and the Shattering Void Tier's battle prowess instantly shattered all the surrounding mountain rocks.
If this wasn't the Ghostly Dragon Cave, the stars in the world would definitely be unlucky again, and who knew how many would collapse.
That man was suppressed!
"What?" Mo Zhengxin and the others all revealed expressions of disbelief. This was their biggest trump card, and in this Ghostly Dragon Cave where Shattering Void Tier elites couldn't enter, Shattering Void Tier's decree wasn't awesome enough.
But now, he had been completely suppressed by the other side.
Ling Han, however, understood in his heart that how strong could the power sealed in the decree be? It was restricted by the double restrictions of the maker and the materials of the decree itself. Being able to reach the battle prowess of Shattering Void Tier five stars was already very impressive.
In the Shattering Void Tier, one star was a world apart, not to mention the difference of two stars or even more. As the ice dragon roared, it tore the decree into pieces.
"No!" Mo Zhengxin screamed, but was strangled to death by the ice dragon without any suspense.
Ling Han's killing intent soared, and just as he was about to kill Mo Yuanming and the others, his expression changed in shock. He saw that the Flea King was flying over from afar, and with a spring of its six legs, its speed was astonishingly fast.
Once this big guy saw that the True Dragon Bloodstone had disappeared, it would definitely fly into a rage and quickly retreat!
Ling Han couldn't be bothered to deal with Mo Yuanming and the others anymore. Anyway, he didn't take them seriously. He soared up, and instantly disappeared into the distance.
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