An ultimate collision, a supreme confrontation.
The moment the two swords and the halberd collided, the two were unable to defend themselves and could only meet force with force.
The moment they collided, a blazing wind rose, and the fighting power exploded.
When the moves ended, the one who was forced to retreat was …
"Ugh —" With a groan, Weary Dream spat out a patch of dark red from his mouth. His figure also flew backwards, temporarily losing his momentum.
However, he adjusted quickly. Before the opponent's moves ended, Weary Dream had already pressed his body's center of gravity back to the ground and adjusted his posture.
"As expected … it's still a bit strenuous …" Weary Dream thought to himself, "The difference in strength is too great. Even if I can block it, I can't avoid the damage …"
Without much time to think, Yi Dacheng's pursuit had already arrived.
Billowing waves of anger turned into killing moves.
Weary Dream hadn't made a choice yet. Since he hadn't fallen, he had to … fight again!
Boom —
Another head-on collision between energy and weapon.
Faced with such a powerful attack that made one despair, Weary Dream urged his divine power again and swung Chong Lou, once again competing head-on with his opponent.
The swords and halberds were silent, and their cries shook heaven and earth.
The War God was speechless, and his strength shocked ghosts and gods.
This time, Weary Dream was still the one who was pushed back, but his feet didn't leave the ground again. He only retreated a few steps and used his halberd to support himself, stopping his retreat.
"This guy … can really take it …" Seeing that his opponent had resisted two moves, Yi Dacheng became more anxious and angry. He immediately changed his stance.
In that instant, his figure split into two, two into four, four into infinity … Layers upon layers of afterimages surrounded Weary Dream in an instant.
"Starting to use the advantage of speed …" Weary Dream coldly scanned his surroundings. He raised his halberd slightly and waited, "But after all, these are only 'afterimages' and not 'doppelgangers'. There's only one original body, so there's only one way to attack …"
While he was thinking, Yi Dacheng had already made his move.
Suddenly, among the numerous afterimages, a figure standing to the side of Weary Dream suddenly flashed. The blade was cold and intimidating, and the light rushed through the wind.
At this moment, Weary Dream, who was looking in another direction, actually … moved at the same time as Yi Dacheng made his move!
He raised his arm and swung it back, stabbing diagonally with the halberd. That angle, speed, strength … was just enough for him to block the incoming blade light.
Dang —
The close-quarters weapons clashed again, causing a deafening sound to soar into the sky.
This time, because Yi Da had used up some of his strength in creating the afterimages, the power of his sword style had decreased. Therefore, after Weary Dream blocked the attack, he still stood in place, not moving at all.
"Ahhh!" In the next second, Yi Da let out a long howl. He angrily moved his arms and sent out a flurry of blades.
Weary Dream even turned his head and twisted his waist, using his body to transform into a move. Using the fixed principles of "spin, sweep, slow, pause", he fought and retreated, gradually becoming more and more skilled in battle.
"Why?!" While Yi Dacheng was wildly attacking, he kept shouting, "I was clearly out of your line of sight, so how could you still block it!"
"Haven't you heard of … 'Those who can only attack things within their sight are only second-rate martial artists (by Blackwood Xuanke)' …" Sleepy Dream's tone had unknowingly become relaxed and calm. "In the end … your murderous aura is so heavy that creating afterimages is meaningless …"
As he spoke, he spun around and swung his halberd horizontally. After changing his stance, he switched from defense to offense and rushed back towards his opponent's dual blades.
"Damn it … Damn it!" Yi Dacheng had been attacking for a long time without success, so he was already anxious. What made him even more puzzled was that … in this battle of strength, not only did Weary Dream not show any signs of defeat, he actually became more and more courageous as the battle went on.
In fact, not only Yi Dacheng, even Weary Dream himself didn't know why.
It was just that … from the beginning, Weary Dream could faintly feel that the [Chong Lou] in his hand seemed to be getting lighter and easier to use …
"Die for me! Hurry up and die for me! "When attack and defense turned into an attack, Yi Dacheng's murderous intent and madness reached a new peak.
As soon as he shouted, his ultimate move was launched.
All of a sudden! The tentacle-like energy around his body finally turned from illusory to solid matter, becoming material that could be used to attack physically.
"[Beep —]" Weary Dream saw this and blurted out a "f * ck". He absolutely didn't expect that under such circumstances, Yi Dacheng could still push his combat strength to a higher level and launch such a demonic attack.
In his desperation, Weary Dream immediately raised his energy and divine power!
Bang bang bang bang …
At that moment, strange moves were launched. A cloud of dust covered the sky and the sound of tentacles hitting the ground rose and fell.
In the span of a breath, more than ten gigantic energy tentacles bent downwards like a peeled, flower-shaped orange peel … "wrapping" Weary Dream within, completely enveloping him within.
As for Yi Dacheng himself, he was also enveloped in this "energy ball". In this narrow space, the black and white dual sabers in his hands were like a swarm of bees. Even though he didn't use any moves, he was still incomparably fierce.
This kind of "confinement" and "killing" attack was very similar to Uncle Worthless's [Cardboard Box Kill]. To players who used long weapons, this was undoubtedly fatal. Therefore, even though the move hadn't ended, the audience had already lit incense sticks for Weary Dream in their hearts.
However!
After that breath's time, a blood-red light penetrated the outer wall of the energy ball. It pierced through the clouds and the sky, intimidating the heavens.
Immediately after, a second, a third …
The blood-red light pierced through all directions and broke out of the energy ball, exploding with a loud bang.
Amidst the scattered energy brilliance in the sky, two figures leaped out in two different directions and stabilized themselves at the same time.
"Huff …" On one side, Weary Dream let out a long sigh. At this moment, there were many more wounds on his body. The armor on his body was already dyed red.
"Why … why aren't you dead yet?!" On the other side, Yi Dacheng, who was silver-white all over, was also dyed red. And … part of the red was his own blood.
"It's probably because you've become weaker." As Weary Dream spoke, he tilted his head and spat a mouthful of blood onto [Chong Lou]'s halberd.
Obviously, he had already noticed that … even if it was his own blood, as long as it touched [Chong Lou], it would be absorbed and turned into a stronger power.
"Nonsense!" Hearing this, Yi Dacheng was shocked and angry. "How could I …" Unexpectedly, before he could finish his sentence, the left side of his face suddenly cracked like a porcelain bowl … A long and narrow crack suddenly burst out.
"What?" Yi Dacheng himself was shocked by this scene. His pale pupils quickly moved to the side and instinctively leaned toward the crack on his face.
"So, you don't even know …" Weary Dream continued calmly. "That thing called 'Cinnabar Pill' actually has a very serious flaw."
"Flaw …" Yi Dacheng repeated the two words in a questioning tone and continued, "That's impossible … I've clearly tested it before …"
"Indeed, it can greatly improve your physical skills," Weary Dream interrupted before Yi Dacheng could finish his sentence. Before the other party could finish speaking, Tired Dream interrupted, "But this kind of improvement … comes with a price." He paused and continued, "In Thriller Paradise, other than the ability of causality and the power of Soul's Eye, other skills or items that can greatly increase a player's combat ability basically come with a price and risk … your 'Cinnabar Pill' will not be an exception."
"I already said it has no flaw! Stop messing with me! "Yi Dacheng said as he picked up his dual blades and charged forward.
The long blade slashed vertically and the short blade slashed horizontally. The sharp blade energy crisscrossed and shot out at the same time.
Seeing this, Weary Dream shook his head and sighed lightly. He activated his divine power again. The tip of the halberd moved, and the pain came.
By this time, Yi Dacheng's energy and might were already at a disadvantage. Before his blade could even touch the other party's weapon, it was already forced back by the pressure as heavy as a lofty mountain.
"This … can't … can't be!" Even though he was still muttering this, Yi Dacheng's legs were no longer listening to him.
At this moment, no matter how much he tried to hypnotize himself, he could no longer deny the fact that the difference between the strong and the weak had been reversed. Furthermore, the 'cracks' on his body had increased in these few short seconds.
"The 'Cinnabar Pill' can indeed forcefully stimulate your potential, but it will also squeeze you dry at a very fast speed." Weary Dream still knew that he had won, so he was not in a hurry to attack. Instead, he continued, "The principle is like adding fuel to a 19th century piston engine — the faster it runs, the faster it burns. After using the 'Cinnabar Pill', your body will become like the Henrietta galloping on the sea. After burning the coal, it will burn the furniture. After burning the furniture, it will burn the deck. After that, it will be the masts, the sails, the timbers, the fenders … In the end, it will become an empty shell with only iron sheets left."
"I completely … don't understand what you are talking about!" Yi Dacheng did not listen to his words. His response was … to clench his teeth and drag his body, which was starting to fall apart from the inside, forward again, step by step.
"I admire this persistence, but there are some things that you can't rush … I hope that this defeat will allow you to grow." After saying this, Weary Dream raised his halberd and activated his divine power again, taking advantage of the opportunity to give his opponent a final blow.
…
A white light appeared, and the outcome was decided.
This "Lieutenant Battle" was not only the crucial battle for the Trash Alliance to eliminate Sengoku, but also the "Battle of the Gods" for Weary Dream.
After this battle, Weary Dream finally went from "First-class" to "Super First-class" and became an existence on the same level as the strongest monsters in the hearts of the people.
Of course, for the time being, the focus of everyone's attention was … another seeded team had been eliminated.
The journey of S3, which belonged to Sengoku, came to an abrupt end after this focal battle of the fourth round.
Although they were eliminated quite early and lost with a score of three to one, in terms of content, they could not be considered to have left the stage dejectedly. It could even be said that they had lost with honor.
What the people saw and knew was more or less this …
But behind this game, there were some things that people didn't know. For example, in the [Sengoku] team, except for [Imagawa Masayoshi] and [Itachi Makoto], the other five players were all candidates that the people from Heaven had bet on. The elimination of Sengoku also meant that the bet with five people … had come to an end.
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