He had already made up his mind to die, so he wanted to go to hell with Law.
That was the opportunity An Tongmu sought from this quagmire, and the victory rules of the fight became the factor that pushed the boat with the current.
The price to pay was life.
Even if he had to pay with his life, he had to achieve his goal, and that goal came from his extreme unwillingness and resentment.
However, he knew very well in his heart that the battle had already reached this level, for him, it was death left and right.
Yes, that was the restriction he made when he knew that he had no chance. As a result, the consciousness of death became extremely cheap in an instant.
An Tongmu's sudden burst of Qi shook Law back, setting off a circle of sand and stone around his feet, and the turbulent Qi surged and undulated.
Short, very short!
Vitality is like water in the palm of the hand, it can't be kept, and the speed of loss is very fast.
An Tongmu seemed to see a sarcastic inverted hourglass in front of him, like a clown laughing at the cheapness of his life.
Is that all?
An Tongmu suddenly roared, turned into a black shadow, set off a gust of wind, and rushed to Law at a speed several points faster than before.
Seeing An Tongmu's state as if he had eaten a stimulant, Law was still calm, like a fighter in the bullring, avoiding An Tongmu's frontal impact.
As he passed by An Tongmu, Law noticed a withered trace on An Tongmu's body, which was a change he had seen before, in Staji's mausoleum.
"This is?"
Law dodged An Tongmu's attack, and then decisively opened the distance, completely giving up the opportunity to fight back.
The longer people live, the more things they will see, and these experiences will often play a role at some point.
Seeing An Tongmu's current state, Law immediately thought of his experience in Staji's mausoleum.
At that time, several people were controlled by the dark sonata, and then suddenly their strength soared in the state of control.
The reason for that is that the music controls them to set restrictions at the cost of their lives, so as to gain a surge of strength. Therefore, this is the horror of the harp version of the solo.
What's more terrifying about it is that it doesn't require the controller to know how to set restrictions.
However, the harp solo itself also had a relationship of restriction and oath, because before the performer used his ability, he had to pay the price of his lifespan.
Luo understood the ability of the harp version of the solo, so he immediately guessed that An Tongmu most likely set the corresponding restrictions to have such a sudden outbreak.
However, there was a clear difference between the increase in power and the psychic abilities in Staji's mausoleum. The increase was probably not much.
"A final struggle."
Law saw the obvious changes in An Tongmu's body, like a rapidly decaying tree.
Once there was a judgment, there would be a decision to make.
You don't have to do it.
Law decisively took back True Lord and allocated more of his Telekinesis to the aspect of evasion.
An Tongmu was currently in a state of continuous consumption of life force. After the first attack missed, he immediately organized the second wave of attacks because time was limited.
However, when he saw Roh take back his True Lord and gave up attacking, his heart suddenly produced an indescribable grief and indignation.
At that moment, how he wished Law could fight with him.
With this grief and indignation, he roared out, like a bull who lost his mind, and attacked Law again. However, Law had already judged the situation and did not make any counterattack, just dodging.
As long as Law does not fight back, he will not give An Tongmu any chance to use an attack similar to "Seven Injures Fist".
Dead end!
A complete dead end!
"You coward!"
An Tongmu lost the calmness that he should have as a martial artist. He roared madly and lost the pride that he had accumulated in the past years.
Why did he fall into such a situation?
"No, it shouldn't be like this."
"It's clear that my strength is better!"
An Tongmu jumped up and fell from the air to Law. He raised his right hand with only two fingers and clenched it into a slightly funny fist shape. He was pushed by a large amount of Ki and hit Law below like a meteorite.
"The ninety-first round, over."
Law jumped back and retreated to the edge of the unrecognizable ring.
The last sentence he said, like countless needles, pierced An Tongmu's mind and spirit.
One year, within one hundred rounds.
What these two numbers represent, Law and An Tongmu are very clear.
"Boom!"
The heavy punch landed, and the whole ground suddenly shook for a moment.
A bloody broken arm flew into the air in a distorted shape. It was An Tongmu's right arm.
An Tongmu's foot formed a shallow pit and spread into a circle with a diameter of ten meters.
He squatted on the ground, his face was stunned. Although his appearance did not look old, the rock-like muscles on his body shrank down, as if they were a hundred years old.
Law looked at An Tongmu, who had become like this in an instant, and subconsciously thought of President Nitro who had fought with Ant King.
In that work, many details will be forgotten, but there are always several pictures that can never be forgotten. One of them is President Nitro who was exhausted.
That picture will happen in a certain period of time more than ten years later. Nitro fought with the powerful Ant King. After using the most powerful move, his body instantly decayed like a dead wood.
Now An Tongmu is very similar to President Nitro at that moment, but there are still differences.
The difference between the two of them is that An Tongmu is bound to die, but President Nitro still has a chance to live.
In the shallow pit, An Tongmu seemed to have lost his support, lying back and falling to the ground.
Looking at this scene, the whole venue was silent, and the commentator girl was silent for a while after saying that An Tongmu had fallen.
Law walked slowly towards An Tongmu, who was silent.
When Law approached within three meters, An Tongmu said in a weak voice: "Kill me."
"Do you want to die?"
Law looked at An Tongmu lying on the ground and said: "One minute, or thirty seconds, or even less, this is all you have left, so why should I do it?"
"You" An Tongmu wanted to look up, but he was unable to do so.
Law continued to step forward, and he could clearly see the extreme resentment in An Tongmu's eyes. He said calmly: "This battle may just be to prove something, but there is no doubt that I have really become a lot stronger."
"No matter what, I should be thanking you."
"You're the one who gave me a chance to become stronger. However, the joy that this victory brings me is not because I defeated you, but because I didn't let down Bishi's one year of hard work."
"This is more important than this victory."
After that, Law ignored An Tongmu, whose eyes were trembling, and walked to the other side of the ring.
His voice was very low, which was not caught by the broadcast, but Biscay, whose hearing was not weak, heard it.
"This kid"
Biscay's eyes flashed with a smile, and he said in his heart: "Do you think I will blush if you say that? Naive. "
After Law walked a dozen steps, An Tongmu swallowed his last breath with resentment, and a faint black gas suddenly sprang out of his withered body and flew to Law's back with a clear goal.
At the same time, the referee carefully came to An Tongmu, who had become inhuman, confirmed that An Tongmu was dead, and announced that Law won the victory and officially became the master of the 230th floor.
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