Nitro was good at using techniques to counterattack and successfully hit his target.
However, not only did he not injure Bujand, but he also injured himself.
Nitro did not summon the Hundred Styles of Guanyin to force his body to stop. Instead, he used the force of the rebound to fly back and increase the distance between them.
When it was about time, he adjusted his posture and landed steadily.
Bujand's laughter echoed in the room.
Nitro looked down at his broken right finger and frowned.
He thought that only blunt attacks that covered a large area would be reflected. He did not expect that even piercing attacks would be reflected.
This was a failed attack, but at least it reminded Nitro.
Just a broken finger would not affect the Hundred Styles of Guanyin's palm.
Because the fruits of his life's cultivation were entrusted to the Guanyin, even if his palm was injured, he could use his thoughts to conjure the Guanyin and attack the enemy.
This was the advantage.
The disadvantage was that it could not increase the degree of [Attack] to its peak.
Nitro looked calmly at Bujand who was laughing for some reason. The latter laughed and looked at Nitro.
The laughter gradually faded. Bujand stretched out his index finger and pointed to his chest. He said seriously, "That was close. If you had succeeded, this battle would have been over."
"…" Nitro raised his left hand expressionlessly and touched the broken finger on his right hand. He immediately straightened the finger.
"Maybe it's because you're old. I accidentally made such a low-level mistake."
Bi Yang De heaved a long sigh, looking a little upset.
"However, that counterattack just now was really wonderful!"
His vexed mood disappeared as quickly as it appeared, and was replaced by undisguised amazement.
"Using the Guanyin's ability on your body and using 'Invisibility' to remove the Guanyin's form, you achieved the effect of moving freely in the air. Brilliant, too brilliant!"
Bujand took a big step forward, followed by a second step.
His eyes were full of praise, but in Nitro's eyes, it was especially dazzling.
After all, Nitro was the father, and Bujand was the son.
The positions of both sides seemed to have been reversed.
It was no wonder that Nitro found it dazzling.
As Bujand strode forward, the psychokinesis on his body was as steady as a rock.
It was an extreme that was completely different from Giles. It was also different from Nitro's telekinesis that was as still as stagnant water.
If one had to make a comparison, it would be Yin and Yang.
Nitro went from prosperity to decline, and thus became Yin.
Bujand went from decline to prosperity, and from there, it became Yang.
Judging from the form of psychokinesis, it was naturally full of vigor and vitality, and vitality was also the foundation of psychokinesis.
"If it was in the past, you definitely wouldn't have done something like that. Alright, you can choose to run now. I won't chase you." Bujand suddenly raised his finger and pointed at the exit.
"Heh."
Nitro suddenly smiled faintly.
"Didn't that wake you up? I can break through your defense, but you can't. This is the most fundamental difference between us. So no matter what you do, the only outcome is defeat. "
Seeing Nitro's reaction, Bujand naturally put down his hand and restrained all external emotions.
"Heh."
Nitro smiled again, but this time, it was a smile filled with coldness.
Under the influence of Nitro's unyielding will, the speed of Hundred Styles Guanyin's manifestation increased. It was just that the original manifestation speed was fast enough, so it didn't manifest.
The golden light once again broke through the energy light in the room.
Bujand's eyes were once again filled with the golden light of Guanyin.
Stubborn …
At this moment, Bujand finally stopped suppressing his killing intent.
No matter who it was, as long as they dared to stop him, he would mercilessly destroy them.
[Ninety-nine Palms]
Hundred Styles Guanyin's palm strikes were like a rainstorm, splashing towards Bujand who was striding forward.
Bang bang …!
As Bujand walked, his hands moved together to form a series of fist shadows, blocking the rainstorm-like Guanyin's palm strikes.
Not a single strike missed, accurate to the point of hair!
He seemed to be able to see all the trajectories of Hundred Styles Guanyin's moves, or was it … passive memory?
Because Hundred Styles Guanyin only needed to adjust the trajectory or order of one of the palm strikes to derive a different move.
Based on this conclusion, Hundred Styles Guanyin's moves had no limit. If it was purely dodging, for a master like Bujand, it was actually not difficult.
However, Bi Yang De was able to block all of them without missing a beat.
He fought head-on!
He only advanced and did not retreat!
As Bujand walked, he defeated Hundred Styles Guanyin's palm strikes that were as fierce as a storm.
Even Ant King could not do this.
"…"
Nitro silently looked at the golden light dissipating in front of him.
Hundred Styles Guanyin who lost her arm was equivalent to a snake whose fangs were pulled out.
He could only use his telekinesis to rebuild it, but the fundamental problem was not the consumption of his telekinesis, but the strong offensive and defensive power that Bujand displayed.
"Muscle memory? Or … neural memory? "
Facing Bujand's powerful advance, Nitro pulled back to distance himself.
Nitro knew a little about Bujand's telekinesis, but he did not completely grasp it.
On the other hand, Bujand was familiar with Nitro's telekinesis. Even if he did not care about the difference in age and physical fitness, in terms of ability and intelligence, it was not a fair fight.
Up until now, Nitro still did not understand the principle of Bujand's reflected damage, but he was sure that Bujand used his own body to do it.
Only by figuring it out could he have a chance to win.
If he used up his telekinesis before figuring it out, he would lose all possibilities.
"I can't hurt the enemy in close combat, but I'll hurt myself instead. Hundred Styles Guanyin's effect is minimal, it's quite troublesome."
Nitro calmly summoned Guanyin again.
The disadvantage in several confrontations did not make him feel depressed at all.
On the contrary, the battle intent that did not show on his face was actually surging in his chest.
Up until now, Nitro's negative emotions were only a trace of regret.
He was regretting that the moment his finger was hurt by the reflected damage and fractured, he did not have extra energy to check Bujand's muscle movements and telekinesis.
Since he did not see it clearly the first time, he would try to see it clearly the second time.
Nitro narrowed his eyes, prayed, and threw out his palm.
Guanyin, who had been rebuilt several times, once again attacked Bujand fearlessly.
"No matter how many times you come, the result is the same."
Bujand faced the palm shadows that filled the sky.
He could easily defeat Hundred Styles Guanyin's attack, but he could not get a chance to counterattack.
The reason was that Nitro retracted and released Guanyin too quickly. If he was not in the air, as long as Nitro retreated and released Guanyin, Bujand would not be able to get close.
However, Bujand was not anxious at all.
Therefore, he did not expect Nitro to take the initiative to attack again.
When Guanyin collapsed again, Nitro rushed over.
A hint of surprise flashed through Biyang De's eyes, but his movements were not the slightest bit careless. With the most precise and despair-inducing postures, he cast an inescapable net at Nitro who had taken the initiative to attack.
It was a blockade with no blind spots that was enough to shock bystanders.
However, Nitro still stubbornly broke through. He used Hundred Styles Guanyin's retraction and release characteristics, which was the usual trick of the Materialization School, to let Guanyin face Bujand's blockade counterattack.
Then, the moment the two sides collided, he decisively withdrew Guanyin, allowing Bujand's strength to overflow, causing his movements to change slightly.
To do this, one needed to grasp the perfect timing. However, Nitro relied on his extraordinary experience to successfully do this.
The moment Bujand's movements changed, a gap appeared in the blockade.
Nitro, on the other hand, released Guanyin again in this brief moment.
He used one arm to attack Bi Yangde, and the other arm to help Nitro.
One attack and one defense, like a lotus flower blooming between Guanyin's arms.
Therefore, Nitro came to Bujand's side again, but this time, he switched to the other side.
Similarly, he clasped his five fingers together, surrounded by sufficient mental power, and immediately pierced towards the side of Yang Degao's exposed armpit that he had raised his left hand.
Crack!
Nitro was sent flying once again, and the Guanyin also dissipated.
Without a doubt, it was not Bujand's sternum or ribs that made the sound of fracture, but Nitro's left hand fingers.
Once the extremely similar scene happened, Bujand did not laugh like before, but expressionlessly stomped on the ground with one foot, chasing after Nitro who was flying back in the air.
He was quite fast, and in a short moment, he overtook him.
Nitro, who was flying back, looked at Bujand who was chasing after him with cold killing intent, but his mouth opened silently — he laughed.
At this moment, the fingers on his left and right hands were severely fractured. Normally, he would not be able to make an effective attack, but he laughed.
Bujand also saw Nitro's smile, but was not affected in the slightest. With the flatest punch, he tried to disperse all of Nitro's vitality.
However, Nitro looked as if his potential was still abundant. No matter when or where, he did not consider the reasonable use of telekinesis, and directly summoned Guanyin again, pushing his body in the air, avoiding Bujand's pursuit.
The two sides separated again like this.
In terms of telekinesis consumption, Nitro had received and released the Hundred Styles of Guanyin many times, and the consumption of telekinesis was extremely obvious, while Bujand did not consume much.
In terms of physical injuries, Nitro's fingers were fractured, while Bujand was intact.
From this, it could be seen that Nitro was at an absolute disadvantage.
But when the two sides separated, Nitro's appearance did not seem to be at a disadvantage at all.
Both sides landed on the ground, looking at each other from afar.
Nitro raised his hands with fractured fingers, lowered his head and sighed, "Tempered a hundred times …"
This time he finally saw clearly the reason why Bujand could reflect the damage, and suddenly remembered that Bujand was his son.
As the saying went, like father, like son.
The telekinesis that covered Bujand's body was like a second section of invulnerable muscles, and then it assisted the muscles that had truly been tempered a hundred times.
The combination of the two was the key to being able to withstand, deflect, turn around, and reflect in an instant, and other complicated processes.
Even though Nitro was called a monster by everyone in the circle at his peak, at this moment, he would simply throw the word 'monster' at Bujand.
In the years when they had no contact, Bujand should have put in unimaginable effort for this trip to the Darkness Continent.
Nitro had indeed felt this point.
His physical fitness was at a monster level.
Strengthening telekinesis was also at a monster level.
That was returning to one's natural state, and it was also the purest application of strengthening.
From these few exchanges, Bujand's attacks and defenses seemed ordinary without any fanciful moves, but in fact, they contained exquisite techniques that were not compatible with strengthening.
Compared to this …
Nitro put down his severely fractured hands and raised his head to look at the expressionless Bujand.
Due to his age and the changes in his body, he had to seek another path. Indeed, he did not have the qualifications to fight head-on with Bujand.
However, the original intention of this battle was not to satisfy his own desire for battle, but to complete the highest level mission in history as a professional hunter.
At the cost of self-harm, he had a clearer understanding of Bujand's strength. Nitro's fighting spirit was not affected. On the contrary, it could be said that it was rising even more.
.....
In the depths of the underground ruins, multiple battles broke out.
Perhaps it was a tacit understanding, or perhaps it was a rational judgment.
No matter which battle it was, it took place in a room and not in a tunnel.
It was a spacious room with energy stones embedded in the walls and even the ceiling.
Compared to the room where Bujand and Nitro were in, there were not many energy stones here, so the brightness was not as exaggerated.
The structure and size of the room were similar, but it was filled with … wreckage and brick walls.
It was easy to understand why there were wreckage. It was a copper mechanical life form from [Death].
However, in the depths of the underground ruins, every inch and corner of the building was extremely hard. In that case, the origin of the broken brick walls piled up in the room was puzzling.
The Dragon of the Twelve Earthly Branches — Potterbai.
His tall stature, which stood out like a crane among a flock of chickens, barged into the room.
His calm and sharp eyes quickly swept across the messy array of rocks in front of him. Even though his vision was limited, he could still keenly smell a faint trace of danger.
Breathing, smell, sound, and even psychic energy fluctuations could prove that there was an enemy hiding in this room. However, there was not a single bit of it.
However, from the moment Potterbai stepped into the room, he was certain that there was an enemy hiding here.
That kind of confirmation was not a result of his ability to judge, but the intuition of a three-star terrorist hunter.
"Based on identity alone, could it be the same kind …?"
Potterbai [Fully Armed] walked towards the messy remains of the brick walls.
Along the way, he avoided any places where [Traps] could be set up.
"Truly worthy of being a famous three-star terrorist hunter of the Hunters' Association. In your eyes, the common traps that are often used on the battlefield are no different from child's tricks, right?"
A steady and powerful voice came from the pile of wreckage above.
"Of course, we did not expect these small traps to hurt you or make you reveal any flaws."
Hearing the voice, Potterbai expressionlessly raised his head and looked at the blonde man with sharp ears and military uniform who had taken the initiative to appear.
"Muuherr, Stonewall Squad."
Potterbai directly stated the identity of the other party.
His profession was related to this, so of course he knew about the legendary Stonewall Squad in the mercenary industry.
Muuherr's lips curled up and he suddenly said, "Pa!"
Before he finished speaking, the wreckage around Potterbai suddenly exploded. The high temperature and air waves engulfed Potterbai.
"Traps aren't the type that can only be activated by passive means," Muuherr said indifferently.
"You're right."
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