Chapter 56 I have never heard of such a weird request
Naraka was about to kill the combined forces of the Knights and the Law Enforcement Corps with just three moves, but was he defeated?
With just three moves, he can jump to the next level, reaching the limit of the sixth level. Will the strong man who has already started on the road to the seventh level be defeated?
Three moves, no matter how you look at it, is an extremely ridiculous number.
Is it just groundless nonsense, or does Mo Cheng really have the power to kill the enemy in front of him?
No one knew the answer, not even Naraka, but he was amused by Mo Cheng's nonsensical words.
"Three moves? Hahahahahahahahahaha!!!"
When facing an opponent who is one level lower than you, and the opponent threatens to make you taste the taste of defeat in three moves, everyone will laugh.
Even though this laughter was filled with anger and extreme disrespect for his power.
"Is your reliance the extraordinary [Gangti]?"
Naraka opened his right palm, and a pitch-black blade slowly emerged, from the tip, to the blade, and finally to the handle, a complete sword filled with an ominous aura.
"It's unexpectedly hard, but I like cutting hard things."
"Then what are you waiting for?" Mo Cheng stretched out his hand and pointed at his cheek, "Come on, hit me harder."
In an instant, a storm erupted where the two were, sweeping up the sand, bricks and stones into the sky. Under the extremely terrifying acceleration, all the inconspicuous little things became deadly weapons.
The wind pressure was released violently in all directions, completely destroying and destroying the surrounding houses. The moment the two men fought, the surrounding environment was changed into an open space more suitable for fighting.
“clang!”
The fist and the knife came into contact again, like the collision of steel and steel, with a large amount of sparks exploding. The powerful impact caused the colliding weapons to retreat involuntarily, but the two men did not retreat at all.
A slight retreat, a brief breath, is all for the next moment.
Strong winds and heavy rains, only such metaphors can describe the collision of fist and sword shadows in the sky. The pressure of fists and swords forms a storm, and it is also a direct train to hell.
"Bang!"
"Bang!!"
"Bang bang bang bang bang!!!"
Break, break again, and keep breaking!
No matter whether it was a blade or his bones in Naraka's hand, it would be shattered under Mo Cheng's heavy fist force.
"Ha, what a hard fist! Only a fist like this can make me feel happy!"
When the blade breaks, the blade that grows back will be harder, sharper and stronger than before.
It was unknown how many blades were broken, but the blade in Naraka's hand was already strong enough to cut through the dragon scales and hurt his flesh.
"Such a hard, hard body! It would take more than five hundred blades to break this flesh. Your hardness is enough to make me curl up!"
Is it hard?
Mo Cheng pointed his finger at his heart, and the fierce fire element burned his heart, causing the blood to rage in his body. He used facts to tell Naraka that he could be even harder!
Instantly burning off 50% of his own blood, Mo Cheng's dragon scales were fully restored. At the same time, his physique became harder, his speed was faster, and his fists were stronger than ever before!
While Naraka was swinging his sword, Mo Cheng's fist hit the opponent's abdomen first. The opponent's body, which was as hard as steel, could not withstand Mo Cheng's heavy punch. His abdomen sank deeply into his body, and his soft internal organs were forcibly displaced, squeezing his heart and blood vessels.
A heavy punch made Naraka feel that his heart was about to be knocked out of his throat, but Naraka laughed instead.
"Okay, let's try a different move!"
Naraka instantly broke all the blades, and with his hands he formed a most solid and sharp sword, which was extremely sharp and cut off Mo Cheng's neck at a very close distance.
At the same time, the power of Mo Cheng's fist also exploded completely. The simple, direct and brutal force of the fist crushed Naraka's internal organs, causing juice to spurt out from his facial features and pores.
One move has been made.
Mo Cheng was tragically beheaded and Naraka's internal organs were shattered. Both of them were injured?
No, this kind of injury won't affect the outcome at all.
"I've gained something." Naraka ignored the liquid that kept pouring out of his pores and pointed the knife at Mo Cheng with both hands, "I thought that as long as the sword was sharp enough, I could cut through everything in the world. But now you've made me realize that it's easy to cut through something that has shape and substance, but my sword is still not sharp enough to cut through the invisible and tangible [vitality]."
"Yes, your sword is not sharp enough."
Perhaps Naraka's blade was not sharp enough, and some blood vessels and flesh on Mo Cheng's neck were still stuck together. This adhesion was enough for the Siren's shell, which had reached the [critical point], to restore everything. The wound was instantly washed away by the huge deep-sea vitality and holy light, and disappeared.
"If your sword is sharp enough, why would you modify yourself to accommodate more sharper swords? Why would you simply and ridiculously pursue that meaningless sharpness and hardness?"
Although the brain is separated from the body for only a short moment, it is not without impact. The brain's blood supply is insufficient and needs time to recover.
The same thing happened to Naraka, whose internal organs were blown into juice. His injuries were probably more serious than Mo Cheng's. Even if his heart, spine, and blood vessels had been transformed into another internal circulatory system, this kind of injury still required time to recover.
The first move had already made Mo Cheng realize Naraka's limit, which was far from enough to knock him down. "Five hundred times of blade enhancement is your limit. You deserve praise for being able to hurt me."
Five hundred times of enhancement is the limit? Is Mo Cheng's words true or false, or is this just a [spear move] to attack the opponent's psychology?
But from Naraka's dark face, it can be seen that Mo Cheng's guess was correct. He had estimated Naraka's limit.
"Next..."
Mo Cheng's whole body made a sound like frying beans, and his figure seemed to have grown larger out of thin air. "Sword from the hell? Then let me take you back home!"
"With two chances, can you kill me?"
The sword strengthened to the limit is strong enough to break through dragon scales and physical defenses. The chillness of the tip of the sword is a threat called death.
"You should ask yourself, can you survive ?"
The flame burned in his heart, burning his blood volume to 30%. Red mist and sparks continued to float out of his pores. That was the evaporated blood.
"Then you better be careful, I will break through to the level of a swordsman next and cut you off along with your life."
An ominous black and red sword energy burned all over his body, like a steel meat grinder, both flesh and harder steel would be ground into mud.
"Relying on your poor swordsmanship that failed the exam? Then I'm really looking forward to it."
In an instant, the fist wind and the sword shadow collided again.
Let’s fight!
