Immediately, Bernard lost control of his emotions.
He manipulated the black dagger and charged madly at Erro. Bernard was extremely powerful at this moment, but he had no strategy at all.
He only had one thought at this moment, and that was to kill Erro. Only then would he be able to vent the anger in his heart. But he had no idea that everything was under Erro's control. To put it simply, he had fallen into Erro's battle rhythm. He was a puppet under Erro's control. So although a puppet seemed powerful, how could it defeat its master?
The black dagger was as fast as lightning, leaving behind afterimages in the air.
Erro fled left and right, but the black dagger kept attacking him, leaving bloody marks on his body. He looked like he was in a terrible state, as if he could be knocked down by his opponent at any time. Bernard, on the other hand, was unusually excited. At the same time, he was even more anxious. He felt that allowing Erro to stay in the arena for even a second was an insult to him.
"Hundred Scales Open!"
Bernard roared. His spiritual power was fully activated. At this moment, his body was trembling. This was a terrifying secret technique, and also the strongest secret technique that the old man had taught him. The so-called Hundred Scales Open was actually only the first level of this secret technique. There were still Thousand Scales Open and Ten Thousand Scales Open. But this was only the first level, and this secret technique was already a sixth-level secret technique. In addition, this was a special secret technique of a telekinesis master. Its power was actually comparable to a seventh-level secret technique.
"Die!"
Bernard roared. He felt that he would definitely be able to kill Erro with this ultimate move. At this moment, although Erro was fearful, he felt a rare sense of relief. The reason for this was actually very simple. After Erro found out that Bernard was a telekinesis master, he had already guessed that Bernard must have mastered an extremely powerful secret technique, so he simply pretended to be weak. But now that he saw Bernard go all out and reveal all his trump cards, he no longer had any misgivings. Furthermore, Bernard was so blind that he had even forgotten to put up his own defenses, which gave Erro the opportunity to attack. Because according to common sense in the universe, telekinesis masters did not have strong defenses.
"Kill!"
Erro abruptly raised his head and grinned. Wielding his longsword, he charged at Bernard with unparalleled speed.
His silhouette was simply extremely fast, even faster than before he was injured.
"Impossible, you don't look injured at all."
Bernard turned pale with fright. He realized that there was no way he could finish executing this heaven-defying technique before Erro reached him.
Erro had caught him completely off guard.
Clenching his teeth, Bernard didn't care about anything else and hastily displayed an incomplete Hundred Scales Open!
And this hundred scales was actually the second form of the black saber. The black saber shattered like a mirror and turned into small black blades, exactly a hundred of them. These blades attacked Erro from all directions. Originally, these black blades were supposed to form a saber formation, but because Bernard had hastily created it, it was a completely weakened version and didn't have the power it originally had.
"It's fine. This should be enough to kill him."
Bernard thought to himself. But when the black blades hit Erro's body, a layer of black light flashed from Erro's body. The blades that hadn't unleashed their full power were embedded in the black light and couldn't move an inch further. They were completely blocked.
"This is …" Someone seemed to realize something. "The Desolate Race. This Erro is from the Desolate Race."
"What, the Desolate Race?"
"Heavens, I seem to understand something."
"One of the top races in the universe. They have powerful bodies and physical strength. Rumor has it that some members of the Desolate Race can withstand the explosion of a star with just their bodies. They can easily tear apart galaxies with their bare hands."
The elder seemed to have realized something long ago. He smiled bitterly and helplessly. "I knew it would be like this. This Erro has only shown his true strength now."
Wang Xing was also greatly shocked. "The Desolate Race, it's actually the Desolate Race. One of the top races in the universe. It's said that the Desolate Race has dominated the galaxy for billions of years. They have countless experts above the Primal Chaos realm. Even the powerful beast race and insect race don't dare to provoke the Desolate Race. "
"No, that's impossible!"
Bernard was completely dumbfounded when he saw Erro block his attack with just his physical body.
At this moment, all of his pride seemed to have vanished without a trace.
Erro rushed to Bernard's side in a blink of an eye. And as a spirit reader, it was easy to imagine the outcome when a Desolate Race cultivator got close to him.
"Sword of Death!"
Erro slashed out with the sword in his hand. It was lifeless as it harvested souls.
One slash, two slashes, three slashes …
It took Ero less than a second to unleash over a thousand strikes, and when he finally pulled his sword back, he saw that Bernard's body had been turned into chunks of flesh, and these chunks of flesh were emitting black water and black smoke, slowly melting away.
This was the Sword of Death. It contained a terrifying corrosive power of death.
"Erro wins!"
The mechanical voice sounded. Cheers came from all around.
In the spectator stands.
"Teacher, I …" Bernard returned and appeared beside the old man. At this moment, he was sobbing and could no longer speak.
"Alright, have a seat!" The elder took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes. He knew that he was largely responsible for Bernard's current state. He had only taught Bernard how to cultivate mechanically, but he had not taught him how to deal with various situations. Even if he had taught Bernard how to cultivate, he would not have succeeded. Bernard was like a robot. He did not have any creativity or self-awareness towards cultivation.
"Next match, Immortal King vs Erro."
The mechanical voice continued. And at this moment, Yao Jie's body suddenly trembled.
"Dean, it's my turn." Yao Jie was a little nervous. Especially after knowing that Erro was a member of the Desolate Race, he lost all his confidence.
"Yao Jie, I believe you can do it. The reason why this prince failed was because he was too arrogant. But you are different. You are a natural warrior and you are good at seizing opportunities. This is something that the prince will never be able to match. " Wang Xing said calmly. "Use all your strength and defeat Erro. Bring glory to the school and live up to Hua Tianjun's good intentions."
"Alright!" Yao Jie nodded and looked at Hua Tianjun. "Don't worry, I will definitely win."
"Alright, good luck." Hua Tianjun raised his hand and bumped Yao Jie's.
Yao Jie went on stage. Many people were familiar with him.
"Eh, it's him." The elder could not help but be curious. "He seems to come from the same place as that kid with the codename Hell King."
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