Chapter 43
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The timing and angle of Irin's strike were well-practiced and impeccable.
Almost as soon as Zhen Qiang fell into a state of dizziness, Irin's Blood Jasmine swept across Zhen Qiang's neck.
Ding!
But strangely, the scene of flesh being torn apart and blood splattering did not appear as expected.
In mid-air, Irin's eyes flashed with a strange light.
He saw that Zhen Qiang's neck was shining with a metallic color.
That strike felt like it was cutting an iron plate.
If he had to describe it, it felt like he was cutting "Xiao Yi's" neck.
Irin's heart skipped a beat, and his expression darkened. He twisted his body in mid-air and was about to change to another place to strike a second time.
But at that moment, Irin's knife that was about to strike in mid-air stopped abruptly.
At that moment, at that second, Irin had a premonition that even if the tip of his knife moved forward a little more …
He would die.
He would definitely die.
Irin raised his head and happened to meet Zhen Qiang's mocking eyes.
He had actually recovered from the dizziness!
Irin's pupils almost shrank to the size of a needle. He quickly retreated and distanced himself from Zhen Qiang.
"Haha … No wonder you're so fearless …" Zhen Qiang's lips curled into a faint sneer. "You actually have such a trump card."
Irin held the short knife tightly and stood quietly ten meters away from Zhen Qiang. He did not say a word and only maintained his silence.
Zhen Qiang twisted his neck. On his neck, where the Blood Jasmine had cut, there was only a faint mark.
A trace of blood slowly seeped out from the mark on his neck.
Zhen Qiang smiled slightly and said, "In addition to [Fist Aura], I also have a defensive skill … [Skin Hardening]. With your strength, you can't break my defense at all."
Irin: "…"
Zhen Qiang clenched his fists and made crisp cracking sounds. He looked at Irin with a trace of greed that could not be concealed. He slowly said, "It's an auxiliary skill that leans towards assassination …"
"The other one is actually a rare control-type skill …"
"This job … was worth it."
Zhen Qiang seemed to have finished warming up. He pointed at Irin and grinned, revealing a confident smile. "If it were anyone else, they might have died under the combination of your two skills. Unfortunately, you met me …"
"My skills [Fist Aura] and [Skin Hardening] are most suitable for close combat …"
"You have no chance of winning."
"So …"
Zhen Qiang raised his head and smiled gently at Irin. "Do you think there's a need to struggle?"
…
Irin was silent.
The other party was telling the truth.
His strength attribute was too low.
Although the "Blood Jasmine" in his hand was made from the Elemental Star Steel, it was not an "Enchanted Weapon" after all. It did not have any additional damage to the apostles …
To put it bluntly, Irin couldn't even break through his defense.
After analyzing it carefully, Zhen Qiang's [Skin Hardening] should be a skill that continuously consumed Spirit Energy Value. It should not be as exaggerated as a permanent passive skill.
As for [Fist Aura] … it was also a skill that increased the status …
If Irin guessed correctly, it should be the type that increased the attack range …
"It's a bit troublesome."
Yi Lin used the shortest amount of time to analyze the skills that Zhen Qiang had displayed to a close degree.
Raising his head, Irin chuckled. "The current me, if I want to kill you … it will be a bit difficult."
"A bit?" Zhen Qiang seemed to have heard a joke. He revealed an incredulous expression. "I am very curious. Where did your confidence come from?"
In Zhen Qiang's eyes, although Irin's skills were strange and unpredictable, no matter what, the difference in level was too great. The difference in attributes was too great. Irin was like a prawn jumping in a pot of oil. No matter how much he jumped, he would be boiled alive in the end. He would not be able to escape from Zhen Qiang's palm.
Seeing that Irin did not speak, Zhen Qiang cracked his neck and slowly walked toward Irin.
As he walked, he said, "Since you have no objections, I will come to collect the spoils of war. Heh, I am looking forward to what kind of skills I can get from your box. To be honest, that control type skill of yours is not bad. It suits me. "
Zhen Qiang's tone did not hide his greed at all. Wasn't the constant conflict between apostles because of the lottery process of killing apostles and turning them into boxes after landing on the ground?
As long as he kept killing apostles, he would gradually become stronger.
The evolution of apostles was originally a bloody path that could only be reached by stepping on countless corpses.
"Wait."
Irin flipped his palm and stored Blood Jasmine in his storage space.
He then opened his palms to show that he had no weapons in his hands.
Zhen Qiang's footsteps paused. His expression also froze.
"Don't tell me you are so naive to think that I will let you go if you beg me now?" Zhen Qiang sneered. He thought that Irin wanted to surrender. "What benefits will I get if I let you go? Can you give me the Xiao family's property? Or the skills on your body? "
Irin squinted his eyes and smiled. "I wonder if you have heard of a saying?"
"Last words? Okay, speak. "Zhen Qiang seemed very magnanimous.
"I have not seen you for three days, but I am looking at you in a different light."
"Oh?" Zhen Qiang heard this and could not help but laugh. "Don't tell me your next words are going to say, 'Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west, thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west, don't bully the poor young'?"
"No …"
The smile on Irin's face did not fade. He slowly pressed his hand in front of his chest.
Zhen Qiang's eyelids twitched. Why did he feel that this posture was strangely familiar?
"There is no need for thirty years. Wait for me … one minute will be enough."
"Enter … the inner world!"
Zhen Qiang's pupils suddenly shrank. He directly punched towards Irin's head.
In an instant, the wind from the punch was like an invisible cannonball, shortening the distance between the two of them.
Boom!
A clear fist print was left on the wall behind him.
But …
Irin had already disappeared from his original spot.
Zhen Qiang gritted his teeth. He actually … chose to enter the inner world at this time.
He was also an apostle. He also knew that every apostle had a few hours of preparation before they received the summons for the "next trial".
This was because no matter who it was, they could not guarantee that they would be able to survive the "next trial". These few hours of preparation were mostly used by apostles to prepare for their deaths.
"Is it a coincidence? Or was it premeditated? "
Zhen Qiang silently counted the time in his heart. His facial expression kept changing.
If it was a coincidence … it could only mean that this kid was a little lucky.
But if it was premeditated …
"Ha … so what if you survive the trial? Do you really think that you can shorten the gap between us by going through one more trial? You are too naive. "
After Zhen Qiang thought this through, he closed his eyes on the spot.
58, 57, 56, 55 …
One minute later, the result would be clear.
Zhen Qiang did not panic.
He had sufficient confidence in his own strength.
Let's not talk about whether that kid could walk out of the inner world alive.
Even if he really let that kid survive one minute later …
Then, he would let that kid die again …
So what?!
Thinking of this, Zhen Qiang looked at the place where Irin disappeared. The corners of his mouth revealed a cruel smile.
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