Simba only felt that the four words on the book were very familiar, and Jie Nuo's reaction showed that he recognized those four Chinese words.
"Hand of God."
Jie Nuo clasped his hands behind his back and actually read out this name in Chinese. He quickly glanced at Simba and asked, "Materialization?"
"I'm not sure." Xi Ba's eyes flickered slightly as he said, "But this book was indeed instantiated. Moreover, before he instantiated the book, he also instantiated a rusty knife."
"Is that so …" Jie Nuo looked at the broken arm that Law was pinching. Ignoring the strange phenomenon of no blood, the cut was indeed very smooth. He immediately said calmly, "Then the broken arm was severed by the rusty knife?"
"Yes." Simba nodded.
"Still can't come to a conclusion?" Jie Nuo asked.
"No, he also used what seems to be the release and control abilities, and he used that rusty knife to break through the opponent's defense. It might have something to do with the strengthening abilities, but we can't rule out the possibility that it's a materialized weapon," Simba explained.
In this battle, Law used too many abilities, and the ability to extinguish the flames in an instant last time made it difficult for Simba to make a clear judgment.
"Oh?" Jie Nuo raised his eyebrows and said in surprise, "Even with your eyesight and experience, you can't tell?"
The terrifying thing about a person who beat up an enemy in battle was not assassination skills, nor was it battle skills, nor was it exquisite telekinesis skills, but rather, it was rich experience!
Simba's experience was still a distance away from Jie Nuo's, but he was still different from ordinary people. As long as he watched a telekinesis battle as a bystander, it should not be difficult to determine the type.
"I can't tell." Simba nodded. There was nothing wrong with admitting this.
Jie Nuo was even more surprised and said, "Interesting. Right … who is he?"
"…"
Simba was silent for a moment, then said, "He is Law."
"Oh …"
Jie Nuo heard this and felt that it was quite familiar. Luckily, he had a good memory and quickly remembered who Law was.
"This young man is the one that Ilmi mentioned?"
"Yes," Simba replied.
"He has some skills. No wonder Ilmi mentioned him." Jie Nuo muttered and asked, "Did you record the battle?"
"Yes," Siba said.
"Then we'll watch it later," Jie Nuo said as he walked over to Xi Ba's side and sat down, staring intently at the screen.
Xi Ba glanced at Jie Nuo. He knew that his father was most likely interested because of those four words.
"To be able to materialize two items is truly rare. Furthermore, the words on this book …" Jie Nuo's eyes were filled with curiosity.
The materialized items often originate from the user himself. That is to say, Law must know this font, which is why these four words appeared in the book.
"Father." Xi Ba looked at Jie Nuo.
"It's the same language." Jie Nuo knew what Xi Ba wanted to ask and immediately replied, "But it's not strange for outsiders to be able to grasp this language."
After saying that, he turned his attention back to the screen.
Seeing this, Siba could only look at the image on the screen. He had seen this font in his grandfather's collection before, but he had never seriously studied it.
At this time, the audience in the venue gradually fell silent. They looked at Luo holding An Tongmu's broken arm with one hand with different expressions.
On the ring, Law launched the ability of the hand of God, constantly reducing An Tongmu's Qi.
He cut off the Qi in one hand and held the book in the other, waiting for An Tongmu's next decision.
Give up the arm to protect the body, or disregard the head and tail, and finally be tortured to death by Law.
There was no need to think about this kind of choice between the arm and the life, but after all, this was not three fingers, so it was not so easy to choose.
An Tongmu was like this. He hesitated for about five seconds, so a part of his Qi was cut off by Law.
In the end, An Tongmu removed the telekinesis output from the broken arm, which meant that he gave up his left arm.
Law saw that the broken arm had entered a desperate state and did not know what politeness was at all. He opened the book with one hand, and the pages automatically turned to An Tongmu's page. Then he patted the broken arm, instantly putting the broken arm into the book, and removed the book.
His movements were simple and efficient. In the eyes of outsiders, the book and the broken arm disappeared together at the moment of contact.
"You're finished," Law looked at An Tongmu and said lightly.
Before he finished speaking, a large amount of blood suddenly spurted out from An Tongmu's broken arm, causing some of the audience in the venue to exclaim.
"It's over."
In the audience, Biscay touched his chin and cut off An Tongmu's left arm in eighty rounds. After that, it only took about ten rounds to beat An Tongmu.
On the ring, An Tongmu snorted softly, and his face flashed a trace of paleness. He contracted the muscles at the wound of the broken arm, trying to slow down the bleeding, and at the same time, he stepped back and opened a farther distance.
Must stop the bleeding first …
An Tongmu wanted to stop the bleeding as soon as possible, but Law would not let An Tongmu be happy. While he removed the book, he summoned the True Lord from the flame tattoo and rushed to An Tongmu with it in his hand.
"Damn it!"
An Tongmu's face became very ugly. He felt a deep crisis. He tore off his clothes with his right hand, which had only his thumb and little finger left, and wanted to use it as a bandage to bind the wound tightly.
However, Law waved the True Lord and slashed three sword Qi at him.
An Tongmu moved left and right, dodging the three Sword Qi, leaving a big 'Z' bloodstain on the ring. It was the blood flowing from the broken arm. It could not be completely stopped by the contraction of the muscles alone. It also needed the help of bandages.
Realizing that Law wanted to interfere with his hemostasis, An Tongmu, despite his resentment, was helpless. He could only try his best to deal with it and take this opportunity to complete the hemostasis measures.
In this way, Luo didn't wave when the wind was favorable, and steadily made An Tongmu suffer.
An Tongmu left a large bloodstain on the arena, and only then did he painfully stop the bleeding. At this time, his face was much paler, and his blood aura had become extremely faint. The trace of arrogance in his cold face had long disappeared without a trace.
Before the battle, he firmly believed that he could crush Law with all his advantages. He never thought that he would end up like this.
His face was pale, which was a sign of excessive blood loss. Coupled with the loss of an arm, An Tongmu obviously had no chance of winning.
Law rushed to An Tongmu and slashed with his sword. Although the latter lost too much blood, he still had the strength to struggle and struggled to avoid the long sword that was frequently slashed.
That rusty looking saber was sharp enough to easily cut through his telekinesis defense. If he was hit by it again, he would really be finished.
The edge of the True Lord made An Tongmu, who had lost an arm, become fearful, and he no longer had the momentum of his previous attack.
Law's swordsmanship was in line with the rules, and the solid foundation revealed a heavy meaning. In the face of An Tongmu, who was not weak in physical skills, it was difficult to achieve an effect.
However, Law would occasionally add a punch or a kick to An Tongmu while wielding his knife, forcing An Tongmu to retreat.
An Tongmu was hit several times by Law in the process of defense, and finally understood that if it went on like this, it would only be a slow death.
"I can't win."
He secretly gritted his teeth and came to a conclusion.
Later, he thought fiercely in his heart: Since I can't win, even if I die, I will drag you down!
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