In the Void, was one punch equivalent to complete death?
No!
Not at all!
Because of all kinds of resurrection spells, resurrection artifacts, resurrection potions, and even resurrection constitutions, it was too difficult to kill an enemy with one punch.
In the Void, equipment was king … This sentence was always correct, and no one could prove it wrong.
So.
In a flash of light, the Shadow of the Previous Life killed 90% of the people with one punch, and 80% were resurrected. Most of the people who died were the beasts. Some of them were brave but brainless. Mages usually had life-saving plans, so they wouldn't die so easily. Some of the people who were too weak couldn't survive. The power was far beyond the limit, and even their souls and natural existences were beaten into nothingness. They couldn't be resurrected even if they wanted to.
The reappearance of the heroes should have been high morale.
But.
The scene was still dead silent.
It could even be said that these people didn't even dare to breathe loudly.
At this time, the powerhouses watching the battlefield were also speechless, thinking that they had 'misjudged' too many things. On the surface, this punch didn't have any effect. It only cleared out some beasts, and the Mages could still work together to suppress them. In fact, even an idiot knew that … if the shadow could throw out one punch, it could throw out a second punch.
Using resurrection potions and resurrection artifacts to compete with the opponent's fist?
Even a fool knew that they would lose without a doubt.
Now it was obvious that this was no longer a battle of the same level. The difference between the two sides was too great.
What everyone found strange was.
Before the battle of the Mountains and Seas, the First Saint was around 50 rings. Three or four years later, when he asked the old teachers of the Demonic Academy, everyone estimated that he had more than 100 rings, and even had a 'tenfold' domain in one of his domains.
It doubled in three years.
100 rings.
Tenfold domain.
It could be said that this was the highest limit that everyone could estimate. It was impossible to go any higher.
But what was the situation now?
Many of the hunters had more than 300 rings, and the highest even had more than 900 rings. They just hadn't crossed the line of 1,000 rings. In addition, there were many beasts in the Void. They had less skills but more strength. Compared to the First Saint, the hunters were still well-equipped, and the highest could even exert more than 1,000 or 2,000 rings of combat power.
Such a group of people, and their numbers were like sand in the sea … Just one punch and 90% of them were gone.
Could it be done with 100 rings?
No.
Absolutely impossible!
"Tang Shidao got more than 100 points. He got more than 1,000 points," the big shots outside the arena whispered. The possibility that they were most worried about had happened.
"A thousand rings in three years … Sigh …" Some of the big shots sighed softly.
They were not worried about Tang Shidao's strength.
They weren't worried about the accumulation of geniuses.
They were only worried about people who could 'fly', just like the monster in front of them who had gained a thousand rings in three years.
Åling.
Mad God.
Or rather, the Astral Empress.
They used to be rising stars, but they used the fastest speed to surpass all their predecessors and soared to a height that even the ancestors couldn't look up to. Back in the day, Åling had once said, "Those who rely on accumulation to increase their strength are all idiots." A true expert could have as much power as he wanted.
Everyone could laugh at anyone who said that, except for Åling.
Because Åling could really do that.
The First Saint, Tang Shidao, went from 50 rings to 100 rings in a few years. He was a genius among geniuses. It was an extraordinary progress that shocked everyone. However, such progress was still within the 'reasonable range'. Now, going from 50 rings to 1,000 rings in a few years was abnormal and unreasonable.
According to calculations, this was a speed of one ring per day.
No one could do it.
Except for Åling, even the Astral Empress couldn't do it when she first entered the Saint Realm. Magical power could be borrowed from the void, but a domain required comprehension. No one could comprehend a spell in a day and then turn it into a domain. Therefore, there were two possibilities for the First Saint's achievement: One, it was an explosion of years of accumulation. Two, he was the kind of person that everyone was afraid of.
Everyone hoped that it was an explosion of years of accumulation.
If it was the latter …
Haha.
When Åling appeared back then, how did everyone feel?
It was as if in an ordinary prairie, lions, leopards, wolves, rhinos, cows, sheep, deer, elephants, and other animals all lived in an orderly manner. Suddenly, a Tyrannosaurus Rex baby appeared … This was how everyone felt back then.
"Another unreasonable monster?" Beside the scarecrow, the ball-shaped black shadow also sighed softly. No one knew what it was thinking.
On the other side.
The Astral Empress and the four Army Commanders were silent.
This punch proved many things. The simplest one was that everyone had underestimated Tang Shidao's cultivation speed.
At this time, on the battlefield.
Tang Shidao just stood quietly and didn't move. The Shadow of the Previous Life didn't move after that punch.
However.
He didn't move, and no one dared to move.
He didn't say anything, and no one dared to say anything.
The situation was strangely stalemated. One person, facing an ocean of enemies, but the latter were so "frightened" by some invisible threat that they didn't dare to move. They looked like a group of lambs being stared at by a fierce tiger. They could only wait quietly for the judgment of fate.
They didn't dare to attack.
They didn't dare to defend.
They didn't even dare to run.
The giants watching from the sidelines couldn't understand. They didn't know the extent of this "fear". They estimated that it must be more than the pressure of one punch. At this time, only the people present understood that this feeling was like an ant with dozens of suns burning around it.
Life and death were only between the other party's thoughts.
It wasn't that they didn't want to escape.
They knew … they couldn't escape! Compared to Tang Shidao himself, the punching shadow was a hundred times more terrifying!
In the dead silence.
"Hahahaha, Brother Tang, why don't you give this old man some face? Don't make things difficult for these people who are 'not qualified to have a name'? Come, long time no see, let's have a chat. "When everyone was silent, an ordinary old man's voice sounded.
An old man in a pharmacist robe.
An expressionless monk.
The two seemed to be walking.
As soon as he finished speaking, he came to the position in front of Tang Shidao.
"Master Old Ping, Mr. Mute Monk, I knew you would come." Seeing the two acquaintances he hadn't seen for a long time, Tang Shidao slightly welcomed them and said, "Since Master Old Ping said so, I must listen. However, Master Old Ping was a little slow. Those who were punched just now may not be able to survive even if they are resurrected. They have already … "
Before he could finish speaking, black flames suddenly emerged from the bodies of the revived people who were so nervous that their nerves were about to break.
They cast spells to save themselves in panic, but the black flames were like adding oil to the fire.
In the exclamation.
One by one, the resurrected people turned into balls of fire. Only a few could barely protect themselves. Most of them were screaming. Some people were quickly burned to ashes and resurrected. The black flames were still burning, like maggots attached to the bones.
"Get out of here." Old Ping reminded them. Go back to your master and you may be saved.
Tang Shidao didn't mind. "Master Old Ping …"
"Call me Old Ping. Don't be so polite. Call him Mute Monk. He doesn't need your courtesy. "Old Ping liked to interrupt others.
"Well, Old Ping, Mute Monk, I've been waiting for you."
"Well, you want to fight?" Old Ping smiled.
At this time, before Tang Shidao could say anything, Mute Monk pointed his finger at the Shadow of the Past.
He seemed to be saying, "You can't do it, but that shadow can."
Tang Shidao was slightly surprised. He felt that Mute Monk was stronger than before. But this battle … Tang Shidao gently shook his head and said lightly, "No, I want to fight with you personally. If I'm not strong enough, please wait a little longer, Mute Monk. "
"Why not? It's your summoned creature, right? "Old Ping asked.
"No, it's mine. I can't explain it to you, but I don't want to use that power to fight Mute Monk. "Tang Shidao didn't say much.
"Understood." Old Ping nodded. "You deliberately waited ten days for us … Well, in fact, you wanted to see if any of these scumbags dared to 'barge' into the First Station. In the end, no, you were disappointed. You didn't use the black and white world just now because you didn't think they were qualified to die in it. Haha, you want to save this power for Mute Monk? "
"Yes." Tang Shidao nodded.
After becoming a sorcerer, Mute Monk was the first person to 'teach' him a lesson. That punch, he had to return it personally.
Moreover, he had to return it with the best gift.
"You are confident that this black and white world is the best gift in return? Well, as an alchemist, I don't understand you martial artists. It's okay, Mute Monk can wait. Since you believe that the black and white world is the best gift in return, he will definitely wait for this feast. Am I right, Mute Monk? "
Mute Monk nodded.
Suddenly, he pointed at Tang Shidao's eyes.
Old Ping was surprised, but then he smiled. "I almost forgot. Brother Tang, your eyes are very good. Are you not confused anymore?"
Tang Shidao smiled and asked, "Old Ping, what do you mean by that?"
Old Ping smiled. "I always felt that you were very cautious before, as if you had a lot of secrets and guarded against everyone. Now, your eyes are much brighter. There is a kind of … how do I describe it? Hmm, like you can see through everything. This kind of calmness, I really think you are an ancient tree. "
Tang Shidao only smiled. "Well, I am not confused anymore. I can use my power however I like."
"Very good, as long as you are not confused anymore. Mute Monk, why don't we have a warm-up match? "
Mute Monk was slightly surprised when he heard this, and then he raised his fist again.
One punch.
He did not use any power, but a translucent figure appeared. It was exactly the same as Mute Monk.
"Divine Light Dazzle?" Tang Shidao wondered what kind of skill it was.
"Kind of. What do you think?" Old Ping spoke on behalf of Mute Monk.
Tang Shidao nodded slightly.
He did not know how much of Mute Monk's power was, but it was definitely enough for a fight.
The enemies outside were half-dead and half-retreating.
At this time, the people who were secretly watching still had not left. Without wasting any time, the battle began again. The black and white world once again covered the whole area. The previous shadow and the next shadow did not enter the battle. They only stood beside Old Ping and Mute Monk.
Tang Shidao did not use any other power, only Colorless to fight.
It was simple, Colorless against the secret skill of the monk.
The phantom did not hold back.
Sensing Tang Shidao's signal, it instantly flashed in front of him with 'Shadow Step', and punched out with Chen Xing Break. The punch was not sloppy, and it did not waste any extra power. It made people feel that all its power was concentrated in the fist, and everything else was illusory.
Tang Shidao raised his fist and punched back a hundred meters.
Even against Mute Monk's phantom, the current Colorless and Perfect Person Constitution were still a little weaker.
However.
After punching out, the phantom did not chase after him. Because its arm was stained with a layer of colorless flame, and its arm was slowly cracking.
Yu Tian Xi.
Ning Hunjing.
The phantom used two skills in a row, healing, dispelling, and increasing resistance.
When it was about to move, it found that it had been targeted by countless bullets … Colorless bullets, a skill that could be used without the Black Hole Gun. Moreover, its size could be controlled at will. Tang Shidao gestured, and a large number of colorless' cannon 'bullets rained down like a rainstorm.
At this time.
The phantom made a strange movement. It was obviously the movement of Shadow Step, but it had an attack effect.
It flashed in an instant.
In half a breath, all the colorless bullets were smashed into pieces.
"A derivative skill of Shadow Step, Flowing Fire Speed. Little brother Tang, spells can be derived, and the secret skill of the monk can also generate new skills. Don't be careless. "Old Ping reminded softly.
"Thank you." Tang Shidao nodded.
At this time, the shattered colorless bullets turned into something else: colorless corrosive gray fog.
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