Zhang Yu stood in the middle of the field with his sword pointed outwards. His sleeves fluttered in the wind. He did not look up but looked at the God of Plague in front of him and said, "Senior Brother, I'll leave the rest to you."
He waved his sword and walked forward.
Tao Dingfu smiled and said, "Since Junior Brother has chosen his opponent, then …" He looked at the few Children of God one by one. "Leave the rest to me."
The God of Plague, Imitri, looked up at this time.
He could feel that the body of the Tianxia man in mid-air contained a powerful force, like a volcano waiting to erupt. Furthermore, he was not used to the flow of fire surrounding his body.
Therefore, he gestured to his left and right. The three men and two women bowed respectfully to him and jumped up, using the stairs and corridors to rush into the sky from different directions.
Tao Dingfu waved his hand, and the fire sword returned to his hand. He waved the sword casually, and a stream of fire collided with a Child of God who rushed up. With a boom, the latter screamed and was shot down from the sky, landing heavily on the ground.
Imitri did not care about the battle there. He looked at Zhang Yu, who was walking over, and slowly opened his hands that were holding the axe and got into a stance.
When Zhang Yu stepped forward, he was also observing this EsGod in front of him. His current body should be the same as the other Children of God, which was why he retained the appearance of a human, or perhaps his original appearance.
He knew very well that if the bodies of these EsGods were infused with divine power for a long time, they would undergo a transformation. This was to make it easier for them to use their divine abilities. However, after transferring to a new body, these abilities would undoubtedly disappear.
Not only that, because these EsGods could not create everything out of thin air, when the divine power gave this body new life, the emotions, feelings, likes, and dislikes in the human body would also be stimulated.
Because the body was revived from divine power, these were mixed with the divine power. If they were forcefully removed, they would only lose their own divine power. When there was an enemy in front of them, they would not do such a stupid thing.
Their divine side would be relatively weaker, and their human side would be strengthened. Therefore, now … was the time when they were at their weakest!
He suddenly sped up, and his sword drew a beautiful arc in the air, slashing toward Imitri!
Imitri raised the axe with one hand and met it head-on.
With a clang, the sword cut into the heavy stone axe. Under the protection of spirituality, this weapon was not damaged.
However, Imitri's figure didn't move in the slightest in the face of this powerful blow. He flipped his raised hand outwards, and the axe in his other hand suddenly chopped downwards.
Zhang Yu flicked his wrist and raised his sword. At the same time, he took a step back and retreated gracefully.
Imitri abruptly stepped forward, twisting his waist as he swung his two axes one after another. There wasn't a single gap in between each swing. Not only that, he wasn't simply moving quickly. Instead, he was moving with a certain rhythm. Every step he took was at the perfect location. It was obvious that he was perfectly compatible with this body thanks to the infusion of divine power into it.
As Zhang Yu retreated, he lightly swung his sword, continuously deflecting the heavy axes coming at him. He could feel that every time the axes came down, there was a majestic force on them that firmly stuck him in place.
However, his footsteps were very stable, and when the sword and axe clashed, every step he took would slightly deviate to the side, continuously dissipating the huge force coming from the sword.
Unknowingly, the two of them had exchanged positions.
At this time, Imitri's footsteps came to a stop. The spiritual light on his body swelled, and he suddenly burst out with more strength and speed than before. The two axes also swung down at the same time.
Zhang Yu lowered his center of gravity slightly and faced the attack with his sword. However, his sword was slightly slanted. It first collided with the first axe, and after removing the force, it collided with the second axe.
However, at this time, he realized that the force on the two axes was not the same. The force that came later was stronger and more violent. He did not take it head-on. Instead, he used the force of the first axe to retreat slightly. At the same time, with the advantage of the long sword, he swung his wrist like a swallow's tail and cut a hole in the opponent's elbow.
Boom!
Imitri's two axes landed heavily on the ground. He controlled his strength very well, only creating two shallow holes. He then looked at Zhang Yu, who was a few steps away, and slowly stood up.
Zhang Yu also looked at him. He realized that in the blink of an eye, the place where the sword had cut open the opponent's elbow had healed. This recovery speed was much faster than the incarnation of the God of Scales.
Through this round of confrontation, he had already tested that this EsGod was stronger than him, and his speed was also faster than him once he burst out. The only flaw was that he was lacking in the use of combat skills.
However, this was also relatively speaking. This God of Plague's combat skills were actually more advanced than all the opponents he had encountered before.
Therefore … he placed his hand on the sword and used his finger to gently stroke the spine of the sword. At the same time, he looked at the opponent. If he wanted to win, he could only think of a way to use his sword skills.
At this moment, Imitri clashed his two axes together. He raised his chin slightly and proudly declared: "Although you are very powerful, if it weren't for the fact that the divine body I prepared was destroyed by you, causing me to lose too much divine power, you wouldn't be my match."
Zhang Yu said indifferently, "These words can't make you recover your strength, nor can they make you stronger. They can't change the current situation."
Imitri suddenly sighed. "Maybe, but some words can. It's a pity that I won't be able to hear that voice again." He tightened his grip on the axes in his hands, and a layer of faint green light appeared on his body. His eyes also became dangerous.
Zhang Yu adjusted his breathing, and the jade light on his body began to fluctuate. Suddenly, Imitri's figure in front of him disappeared from the spot, and he charged forward again.
He raised his sword to meet the attack. The sword and the axes clashed for a moment before separating again. Then, a series of sounds of weapons clashing could be heard, and the spiritual light on both sides flickered non-stop.
In this confrontation, although Zhang Yu did not have the advantage in terms of strength and speed, his grasp of timing and combat skills were superior to his opponent's, leaving wounds on Imitri's body from time to time.
Although Imitri was more human now, he was not as irritable as his son, Kutay. He remained silent and suppressed himself, as if waiting for something.
Zhang Yu, on the other hand, kept observing during the battle. When this EsGod had a complete vessel, there were almost no flaws. Therefore, in order to defeat him, it was best to cut off part of the other party's body first, then take advantage of the time when the other party was recovering to increase the battle results.
After a dozen breaths of time, Imitri seemed to have noticed that the situation had reached a stalemate. He ignored the sword that was aimed at his chest and charged forward. Just like before, he unleashed a powerful burst of strength.
Zhang Yu calmly took a step forward. His sword flashed and swayed slightly, changing from a stab to a horizontal slash. In the end, it was aimed directly at Imetrich's neck. If Imetrich's momentum didn't change, then his head might have been chopped off.
Even a god would not be able to unleash the power he should have after losing a complete vessel.
However, at this time, the spiritual light on Imitri's body surged, and his body turned into a dark green invisible smoke, slamming forward!
Zhang Yu immediately felt a tremendous surge of power gushing toward him. Then he was sent flying. With a rumble, he smashed into the thick stone wall behind him, creating a huge shallow pit. The light on his body flickered and danced, dazzling incessantly.
The green smoke gathered, and Imitri's figure condensed again. He stared deeply at Han Xiao, as if waiting for something.
At this time, his chest was rising and falling slightly. Obviously, the attack just now was not without damage to him, so he could not continue attacking.
Zhang Yu's face under the hood was buried in the shadows, and his expression could not be seen. He stood up straight again in the stone pit, then opened his palm, and there was a small finger lying in it.
Imitri suddenly realized something. He raised his left hand and looked at it. A section of his pinky finger had been chopped off, but the injury didn't recover as quickly as before.
At this moment, Zhang Yu closed his five fingers and pinched the pinky into his palm.
The reason why he called out Imitri's name was to confirm whether the other party was the "Imitri" in the epic.
In the epic, the left little finger that he left for his wife was the source of power that allowed Imitri to be reborn.
The epic was exaggerated, but there was also a basis for its existence.
In the culture of Culuinch, the world was a cycle. The little finger represented the end, represented something that came from nothing, and represented rebirth.
And just now, through his continuous slashes and probing, he saw very clearly that after Imitri was injured by a sword, the recovery of his body would often start from the left side of his body, and the right side of his body would be slightly slower, although the difference was very small.
But without a doubt, the closer to the left side of the injury, the faster the recovery.
This meant that the source of Imitri's divine power came from the left side.
But it was also possible that his guess was wrong. But how would he know if he did not try?
And now, it seemed that his judgment was undoubtedly correct.
He swung the sword with his arm, and it let out a sharp sound as it pierced through the air. He said calmly, "Now, the second round."
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