How could he be so strong? Looking at his opponent's fingers that were constantly spinning like a part of his body, Wang Zhong thought back to his own dagger mastery. This wasn't a difference in talent, but rather a lack of effort.
Wang Zhong smiled and wiped the blood off his face. He had originally wanted to catch up to his opponent's speed, but it seemed his opponent had lost his patience.
Wang Zhong raised his rune sword and condensed his soul power. With a hand chop, he fiercely chopped at the rune sword.
Whoosh …
The rune sword broke with a sound …
The entire arena was silent. Brooks' originally impatient eyes suddenly turned serious.
This was not a single strike. Instead, it was an instant where the palm cut the same spot at high speed.
Wang Zhong pinched the broken blade with his left hand and held the other half of the rune sword in his right. This should be about the same length.
Everyone's eyes widened, especially the anti-fans of the cannon fodder division.
What was Brother King doing?
Self-destructing his own weapon? Was he trying to act unreasonable and shameless like a three-year-old? Throwing a tantrum? Was he going to admit defeat?
"Hahaha, Brother King is going to be famous. He'll definitely make the headlines tomorrow!"
"I've seen people cry after being beaten, but I've never seen someone act shamelessly by destroying their own weapon."
"Brother King's imagination isn't something we mortals can fathom!"
"As a die-hard fan, this brother feels hurt!"
"A shameless song, breaking the blade to escape to the ends of the world!"
"So wet! So wet! "
There was a burst of laughter in the viewing area. Even if there were die-hard fans, they could not find anything to complain about. Brother King was too much of a freak, losing with such a temper!
However, people like Emily, Laura and the others knew that this might be the only way. The rune sword was too long, and in close combat, it was simply impossible to keep up with the speed of the blade formation. This was the most fatal flaw. Perhaps, this might be a method, but … was it really a method?
Brooks was indeed worthy of being the leader of the new generation of assassins. His blade set and four blade stream had already reached perfection. To the majority of people that hadn't graduated from the academy, this was indeed an insurmountable mountain.
The small group of people in the viewing gallery knew that the real fight had just begun.
The atmosphere in the entire arena turned solemn. For some reason, an intense killing intent filled the air.
Brooks saw the fighting intent in his opponent's eyes. It was strange, but this excitement stimulated him.
At this moment, Wang Zhong made his move. He had been passively taking a beating, and it was time for him to counterattack.
The broken sword lightened its weight and shortened its length. In an instant, it became twice as nimble as before. Moreover, its left hand was still clamping the hiltless sword. Paying him back in his own coin???
Boom …
Did All-Mouthy King really use his two broken blades to slash at Brooks with a violent charge?
Was this a dream???
Although his speed wasn't as fast as Brooks, All-Mouthy King wasn't slow in the slightest when it came to instantaneous bursts of speed.
Dang dang dang dang dang …
The two broken blades circled around Brooks and slashed wildly. The two broken blades actually transformed into a sky full of blade shadows …
Brooks, of course, would not defend. He would attack!
Four blades met the attack at the same time. Both sides twisted and evaded in various ways within a narrow space, while the six weapons continuously clashed against each other. Soul Power bombarded each other, causing sparks to fly as they intersected.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh …
Bits of red splashed out, and the two of them pulled away at the same time.
Five more cuts appeared on All-Mouthy King's body, but … Brooks's face had also been slashed … no, not twice, but once on his wrist …
Wang Zhong's broken blade continued to rotate between the fingers of his left hand. It was the same movement that Brooks had just done. Fuck …
What the hell???
The blade set was meticulously designed by a master. It conformed to ergonomics, allowing it to perform such a movement. How could a broken short sword actually perform such a movement???
What occupation did All-Mouthy King have?
Output soldier? Ranged soldier? Assassin?
The entire viewing gallery turned silent once more. The haters also shut their mouths in an instant. It seemed they had celebrated too early. They had forgotten All-Mouthy King's character.
Hailed as the number one swift blade of the elite division, the pride of the Brooks clan, and the leading figure of the younger generation of assassins, he had actually been slashed in the face by someone!
Brooks wiped the blood off his face. His zombie-like eyes suddenly blossomed with vigor.
Interesting!
This was more like it. He was actually imitating him. His opponent was probably from the assassin clan. How interesting!
"This fellow's speed seems to be getting faster and faster," Arnold Teuton muttered. Arnold Teuton muttered. His brain wasn't working very well. There were people with heaven-defying soul power, and there were also people with heaven-defying abilities. However, there wasn't anyone with heaven-defying skills.
Any occupation required several years or even decades to master a technique. How could there be such a person!?
"His strength has also increased. I feel like I can't even last a minute against him." Anlor opened his mouth. This kind of technique wasn't something he could withstand.
Laura's eyes sparkled with joy. This was her man. Scars were a man's medal of merit. Just look at those eyes. That burning gaze was too sexy.
Arnold and Anlor looked at each other and saw the sorrow in each other's eyes. No, they couldn't surrender to fate!
"Brooks, get rid of him! For the glory of assassins!"
"I can tolerate anything, but I absolutely cannot tolerate this!"
"Right, he's just a dabbler. Daring to compete with you in blade speed is courting death!"
Laura didn't pay attention to Arnold and Anlor. She believed All-Mouthy King had a plan.
There were a total of ten blades. Every member of the Brooks clan would carry one, but that didn't mean they could use it. Having more weapons wasn't necessarily better. One had to have the ability to control them. Otherwise, they would only be a burden.
This time, Brooks had a blade in each of his hands.
"Six Blade Stream! Fuck, he's going to use the Six Blade Stream! "Seeing his actions, the audience instantly boiled up!
It was already pretty good for an average person to control two of these dangerous weapons. Above the two blades was the simultaneous attack of four blades, known as the Four Blade Stream. Above that was the Six Blade Stream, Eight Blade Stream, and the legendary Ten Blade Stream. However, the younger generation hadn't heard of it.
To the majority of the younger generation, even if they were members of the Brooks Family, being able to master four blade streams before casting their Heroic Soul was already very outstanding. If they were able to master six blade streams … this should be the improvement of the Brooks Family's trial.
These years, the number of youths stimulated by the CHF Hundred Year Great Competition wasn't just one or two. Glory, a chance to be recorded in the great history of mankind. Every soldier with ambition and pride wouldn't let it go!
"You're the first opponent to experience my Six Blade Stream." Brooks's voice was very soft. He looked at the blades in his hands as if he was looking at a lover.
Six cold glints sparkled on Brooks's fingertips. The six rotating blades were like six resplendent white lotuses blossoming on his fingertips. They flickered with a dazzling radiance!
The audience instantly boiled up!
"Six Blade Stream! Six Blade Stream! Six Blade Stream! "
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