Now, he did not have time to continue thinking. His opponent had already gotten close to him. He had to attack!
The broken tentacle above his head, which had been in a dim state for the past few days, started to flicker faintly. Wang Zhong could improve under the pressure of death, but Heinrich was not someone to be trifled with. He was definitely a combat-type. Previously, even if he forced himself, he could not look a lowly human Heroic Soul in the eye. This was pride and conceit that came from his bones. But now, when he felt the threat of death, he swept away the impatience he had over the past few days and instantly entered a state of mind.
His opponent's ever-changing figure seemed unfathomable, but the Nebula Sacred Sword danced in the air at this moment, as if it was its own halo. It appeared in the air and slashed downwards! This was a feeling that came from the Sword Saint's grasp of space. He did not even need to use his eyes to see. This intuition allowed him to break through the limitations of his vision.
Star Smashing Slash!
However, this crucial strike still missed.
Wang Zhong's lips curled up. It was time to display his true skills and let this country bumpkin understand what a human warrior was!
One after another, Wang Zhongs appeared around Heinrich. They swayed like shadows. Facing Heinrich's crazy attacks, Wang Zhong stayed close to him and was not afraid at all.
Heinrich's Nebula Sacred Sword kept missing, and his expression became darker and darker. His opponent was right beside him, but a Sword Saint who was famous for his close-combat skills could not even attack him! The loss of his left hand had indeed affected him greatly, making his attacks less smooth. However, this was definitely not an excuse that a dignified Sword Saint could find when facing a Heroic Soul.
When Zoom Shadow overlapped with Shadow Dance, it was as if the king of assassins had been reborn. This footwork that could be called the Soul Dance directly made Heinrich confused. If this continued, he would be finished!
Violent energy exploded and forcefully repelled Wang Zhong, who could not be seen at all. He raised his Sacred Sword, and the wound that had been forcibly suppressed for a few days suddenly burst open. Blood flowed out continuously, and his physical strength was rapidly consumed. He lost control of his injuries, but he could not care less now. The enemy was getting stronger and stronger. If this continued, he would definitely die!
Kill!
Man and sword as one!
Lightning suddenly wrapped around him. A dignified Sword Saint was actually forced to use such a method to fight a human Heroic Soul!
But before he could completely pull out his final trump card, a ferocious attack came from his left. To think that he would still use such a brainless move. Did he really think that Wang Zhong was still the same Wang Zhong? Aura could only block for a moment. With the help of the clown mask, Wang Zhong instantly cut through!
Tyrant Body — Third Drive!
Boom!
Wang Zhong felt that his punch had the power of at least 30,000 Grassos. It was so powerful that even he found it hard to believe. If Oscar and the others saw this, their eyeballs would probably fall out of their sockets. This was definitely the combat power of the leaders of the top 10 exploration teams. Among the Heroic Souls in the entire Holy Land, only a handful of so-called Devourers who had comprehended the essence of combat could achieve this!
Normally, 30,000 Grassos of Grassos would not cause Heinrich any pain, but now, he felt a tightness in his chest. His body tilted to the side, and along with the intense pain, the power that he had gathered was dispersed by the impact.
The accumulated power of Man and Sword as one was instantly broken. He endured the intense pain and instinctively waved his hand. The Nebula Sacred Sword drew a dazzling arc in the air, but his opponent had already circled behind him.
Tyrant Body — Leaning Landslide!
The terrifying impact instantly sent Heinrich flying. Then, he whipped his leg in the air and slashed at him as fast as lightning!
After all, he was a Sword Saint. Even though his body was sent flying, he did not completely lose his balance and sense of direction. On the contrary, the clear threat made his mind clearer. However, his opponent was too fast, and his figure seemed to be everywhere. Heinrich did not have time to dodge and almost subconsciously tilted his head. He was also feeling and adapting to his opponent's attack. It was only 30,000 Grassos, which did not seem to be very heavy. He could still endure it for a while. As long as he could endure it, his opponent's strange Shadow Dance would definitely be broken by him!
This was his instinctive reaction, but he regretted it the next second.
The seemingly powerful whipping leg was just a feint, and the swaying figure in the air was just the effect of Shadow Dance. His opponent's target was not him, but the sword in his hand!
Two iron-like palms twisted from below and locked his wrists while he was distracted by tilting his head to one side. The impact of the reverse pulling caused his left hand to break and dislocate his joints. Although it was instantly corrected by the Sword Saint's powerful Soul Power that permeated through his entire body, the sword in his hand fell the instant his arm was dislocated and was pulled by the other party!
Nah ~ ~ ~
In the language of the Mizobudapi people, it meant 'no'.
Heinrich's eyes were already bloodshot. He roared madly, but it was of no use. Not only was his opponent fast in snatching the sword, but his follow-up movements were even faster. His heavy leg had already landed on him, sending him, who had already lost his balance, flying.
The Mizobudapi warriors were all named after the sword. Swordsman, Great Swordsman, Sword Saint, and Sword God. This showed how important the sword was in this civilization and in the hearts of these warriors. The sword was like life, or even higher than life. It was the proof of their honor!
Boom!
Heinrich fell to the ground violently. The explosion of extreme anger allowed him to regain his balance in the air. He did not look too pathetic when he landed with his hands on the ground, but his face had already turned purple.
Wang Zhong held his opponent's sword in his hand. It looked ordinary, but Wang Zhong immediately had a different feeling.
It was a good sword. It was indescribably good, not because of its sharpness or anything else. Wang Zhong had seen the world. No matter how powerful the masters in the Holy Land forged soul tools, they were all inanimate objects. At least, the most expensive soul tools that Wang Zhong had seen were real. Powerful treasures, like Mu Zi's Life and Death Coffin, seemed to have a soul. This was the feeling that this sword gave Wang Zhong. He could connect and communicate with it with his thoughts.
As if sensing Wang Zhong's will and probing, a faint nebula light appeared on the dim sword.
Compatibility!
Heinrich, who was so angry that his face turned purple, was stunned when he saw this scene.
His anger stemmed from the humiliation. To a Sword Saint, as long as the sword existed, he would exist. If the sword died, he would die. However, what shocked him was the reaction of the Nebula Sacred Sword in his opponent's hands. That was not an ordinary sword, but a treasure that had been passed down in the Sword Faction for countless years. It had its own sword soul and consciousness. When it landed in the hands of someone who did not recognize it, it would not show its faint nebula color. Even Heinrich was barely accepted by the Nebula Sacred Sword because of his bloodline. How was it possible for a mere human and an alien race?!
However, Wang Zhong did not know this and did not care. It was very difficult for him to truly break through his opponent's incomplete defense with just his fists. Now, he was just relying on his sudden change in tough fighting style to catch his opponent off guard. If he allowed his opponent to withstand his attacks, with the power of a Sword Saint, he would quickly adapt to Wang Zhong's attack patterns. Then, it would be Wang Zhong's death.
Thus, seizing the sword was a necessary part of the plan. This was the key to resolving the battle. Furthermore, without the sword, his opponent was like a tiger without its teeth. With Heinrich's physical condition, it was no longer possible for him to kill Wang Zhong in one blow.
A glint of killing intent flashed past Wang Zhong's eyes. The closer he was to success, the calmer he became.
He was not arrogant or complacent at all. He advanced with the Ghostly Steps and the support of Zoom Shadow. Although it was not as good as the Shadow Dance of his soul, it pushed the frequency of his attacks to a terrifying limit.
Heinrich was about to go crazy. Not only had his sword been taken away, but he also felt that his consciousness, which was one realm higher than his opponent's, could no longer lock onto his opponent's figure, let alone see his opponent's afterimages! Simply put, he felt that he had lost the ability to resist.
This guy had an endless stream of combat techniques, and he was completely unable to grasp the patterns. For a Sword Saint, a low-level combat technique could be seen through at most once at a disadvantage, but this monster always had changes. The clouds were unpredictable, and the water was unpredictable!
Humans …
Wang Zhong had already arrived. With a sword in his hand, he had the world under his control. His Circuits had been completely connected. With the three major Circuits as a foundation, he used the Soul Core as the center to form a combined Circuit. This was completely formed by instinct.
This was a kind of talent. If he knew it, then he knew it. If he understood it, then he understood it.
In Wang Zhong's hand, the sword seemed to have become a part of his body. He used the steps of the Shadow Dance and naturally used the techniques of an assassin. The sword was slightly long, but Wang Zhong could not feel it at all. The Casted Soul Stage was not affected by external objects, but the Heroic Soul Stage was not like this!
This sword had a soul, and it was compatible with Wang Zhong's soul. It seemed to understand Wang Zhong's understanding and heart. The treasured sword let out a wonderful crisp sound. Heinrich, who was already dazzled, fell into complete despair.
This was not just a defeat in terms of strength, but also the despair of his soul. That was because the Nebula Sacred Sword actually thought that Wang Zhong was more suitable to be its master. This was a true fusion, not a forceful control.
Only the despair of a Sword Saint and Wang Zhong's Soul Dance were left in the world.
Zoom Shadow Imperial Slash!
Slash ~!!!!
At that moment, Wang Zhong was completely immersed in the beauty of the combination of the Soul Power Circuit and combat techniques. This was a wonderful fusion. Everything was so natural and smooth. Even the sword in his hand, every movement, every breath, and even every trace of Soul Power flow were incomparably compatible. The timing, the location, and the people were all right!
Zeng!
Hidden among the countless dazzling phantoms, a ray of light flashed silently.
The sword stopped.
The divine sword was bloodthirsty and let out a buzzing sound. Meanwhile, the insufferably arrogant Sword Saint was completely frozen in place. His eyes were filled with disbelief and fear. His mouth was wide open, but he could not make any sound. Closely after, his neck slipped slightly, and his head gently rolled to the ground. The cut was as smooth as the surface of water.
To Heinrich, he had finally made a contribution to the divine sword that he had never been able to control — — a sacrifice.
When the powerful enemy fell, Wang Zhong also sat weakly on the ground. The sword was stabbed in front of him, and he panted heavily. At this moment, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.
God, he had actually done it. He had defeated a Sword Saint, a Heavenly Soul existence. He had really done it!
Even Wang Zhong, who had always been very happy, could not help but look up at the sky and let out a long roar. He vented the frustrations in his heart to his heart's content. Ever since he entered the Holy Land, he had been suppressed in various ways. Not only had the situation changed, but more importantly, he had been drifting away from the constitution of the Holy Land and doing non-mainstream cultivation. The results of this battle had proven everything.
He could not help but stretch out his hand and pinch it. He looked at his fist. Although he felt that his right hand was a little weak after relaxing, all the things that happened in this battle seemed to have been connected at this moment. At this moment, his vision suddenly reached a certain height, and everything became clear.
In the Casted Soul Stage, one's ability to control one's body exceeded the strength of one's Soul Power. Thus, one could control it freely and use it to their heart's content.
After entering the Heroic Soul Stage, the strength of one's Soul Power would far exceed what one's body could bear, and it would be difficult to control. One would pursue a so-called "returning to one's natural state."
But now, he had established a brand-new system through the Soul Power Circuit, breaking the barrier that had existed for hundreds of years in the Heroic Soul Stage. One would still see a mountain as a mountain.
On the path of human cultivation, although the Heroic Soul Stage was only a small realm, it was an extremely important link. Wang Zhong had created his own path!
At this moment, Simba returned to his original form with a bang and sat on Wang Zhong's face. He even deliberately twisted his body. If there was a Papa, Simba would not mind giving him a free meal.
Wang Zhong was in the midst of his joyful comprehension when he slapped Simba away. Simba, on the other hand, had yet to recover from the soul-stirring and intense battle. Although Wang Zhong seemed to have won easily, in reality, only Simba knew how dangerous it was. As for that fellow, did that fellow feel any sense of danger?
"Lao Wang, let's talk!" Simba was afraid. "Can you not play with your life like this in the future? Okay? You only have one life. Do you think you are a cat?! "
However, Wang Zhong didn't pay any attention to it. Exhaling heavily, he looked up at the sky and laughed heartily.
After comprehending the third realm, he understood that his Soul Power Circuit was no longer just a functional skill. It had become a complete system! A true system or faction created by a Heroic Soul. It was the only one in the world!
He had truly carved out a path that belonged to him. What a pleasant and carefree feeling this was!
The things that happened after the CHF had changed him too much. Many people might not understand why he chose to keep a low profile in the Holy Land. He was obviously strong, so why did he not display his strength to obtain more resources? That was because he knew that he was not safe even in the Holy City. Although the 10 Great Families were just lackeys of others in the Holy City, it was very easy for them to crush him. He was just an ordinary newcomer and could not be in the limelight.
Had the lessons of what happened after the CHF not been enough? Once the 10 Great Clans felt threatened by him, and he didn't have enough strength to protect himself, that would be the day of his death!
Just like what Uncle Zhang had said, in the Holy City, if one did not have enough strength, it was best not to be arrogant, especially when one had enemies. Doing so would be courting death.
Initially, Wang Zhong thought that he would have to wait until he reached the Heavenly Soul Stage before he could break this rule. But now, Wang Zhong felt that things were different. With the establishment of the Circuit System, not only did he have strength, he also had capital. To the Holy Land, he was no longer dispensable!
"Hey, hey, hey." Simba was so angry that he flew back and forth in front of Wang Zhong. This fellow actually ignored him. Was he crazy? He could not stop laughing foolishly. "Did you hear what I said? Let me tell you, you definitely can't play with your life like this anymore. You have to take care of your parents and children …"
"Stop being so long-winded." Wang Zhong grabbed him and laughed loudly, as if he had finally vented all the anger in his chest. "My fate is up to me, not the heavens!"
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