Chapter 57: I said three moves, I won't change my mind even if you kill me
Naraka, holding a knife in both hands, approached rapidly and leaped into the air like a bird of disaster that brought death.
Mo Cheng clenched his fists and focused his attention. Naraka was extremely fast and difficult to chase. If the opponent wanted to escape, Mo Cheng might not be able to intercept him. But for an opponent who was extremely fast and angry, Mo Cheng's response was very simple and crude.
“Puff!”
The sword blade pierced through the abdomen, returning the favor to Mo Cheng's previous punch. In order to bring even greater pain to Mo Cheng, Naraka even rotated the blade and minced the intestines in the abdomen into powder.
The pain was like lightning striking his brain. Naraka sneered at Mo Cheng and retreated violently to avoid the heavy punch from the horizontal bar. "Your reaction is not worthy of your arrogance."
Mo Cheng pressed his pierced abdomen with one hand and stuffed the exposed intestines back without even looking at them. Without waiting for the [critical point] of the siren's shell to be triggered, pure holy light rose from his palm and quickly healed the wound.
He frowned, the opponent had already found the most suitable fighting method to deal with him. He was an opponent who was one level higher than him and was also a swordsman who was good at speed. All these elements added together were enough to make Mo Cheng feel sick for a long time.
Just now, he used words to make the opponent furious, and used the opportunity of being beheaded in exchange for a blow that exploded the opponent's internal organs. But now Narakua obviously restrained his anger and began to use his strengths to try to torture Mo Cheng to death.
He had to restrain himself. Mo Cheng's heavy punch made Naraka feel the crisis of death. Under the cold death, no matter how angry he was, it would be restrained.
Realizing his advantage, Narakuka grew three blades on his arms. He went around Mo Cheng's back and waved his hands to make deadly cuts. The dragon scales were cut off piece by piece and turned into energy and dissipated. At the same time, Mo Cheng's back also became high-quality sashimi. Narakuka cooked Mo Cheng like a top-level sashimi master.
Cook it like a fish!
"What's wrong? Why aren't you talking? You were just commenting on my swordsmanship!"
Naraka's body was covered with blades, and he tortured Mo Cheng like a hedgehog. In just ten seconds, Mo Cheng was tortured to pieces, with not a single piece of good meat on his body.
The blood spread all over the open space, forming a horrible pool of blood.
"Come on! Keep going! How about continuing to praise my swordsmanship with your attitude!?"
The sword skills that he was proud of after practicing for many years were treated with such contempt. Since this annoying guy in front of him did not show any respect to his opponent, Naraka would never let Mo Cheng die so easily.
He asked for it!
"…your…swordsmanship?"
The vocal cords that had been cut dozens of times barely vibrated, making a hoarse and unpleasant sound, but at this moment the [critical point] of the Siren's shell was triggered again.
The spilled blood was like a tired bird returning to its nest, and even the clothes that had completely turned into rags recovered like all the wounds. Only then did Naraka realize that in order to bring maximum pain to Mo Cheng, he made himself extra close to Mo Cheng, and the distance between them was very close at this time.
It was close to the point where an accident was bound to happen.
Naraka wanted to dodge and wanted to use his old trick to rely on his own speed to escape from Mo Cheng's attack range, but the fist that hit told him one thing - he couldn't dodge!
"Your footwork is weak, and your swordsmanship is not good!"
Arm, hit! With a dull sound of bone fracture, the sound of blade breaking, and the sound of flesh being torn apart, Naraka's arm left his master forever.
"Poor tactics, ridiculous will, and not a single decent amount of damage!"
The sound had already come from the back at this time, but when Naraka controlled the blade to grow out from his back to fight the enemy, the tip of the blade was hammered back as soon as it appeared, and the blade went straight through his chest.
Why is this happening? He shouldn't be that fast! ?
The doubt did not linger in Naraka's mind for long, because Mo Cheng would not give the other party more time to think, nor would he give the other party more time to survive.
"You loser, you still want to fight me? Go to hell and dream on!"
With a powerful punch from the front , Naraka saw at that moment that there was something around Mo Cheng, a kind of thing that exploded around him and provided propulsion. It not only provided instantaneous propulsion, but also allowed Mo Cheng to forcibly move when he was unable to change his shape.
This is exactly the method of coping that Mo Cheng realized when he was being tortured madly by Naraka. The fire element fueled by his own blood burned violently, and after being mixed with air and compressed and exploded, it became an air bomb that provided huge propulsion force.
With this explosive punch at extremely close range, no one can escape Mo Cheng's punch.
The fist completely enveloped Naraka's head with the shadow of death. Just when he was about to die, countless blades and bones burst out of his body. He tried his best just to delay his death for one second.
At this moment, he frantically shouted at the top of his voice the spell to trigger "that thing" in his body.
"Shikigami, Descend!"
"roar!!!"
With a roar of a wild beast, a wild beast suddenly jumped out, knocked Naraka away, and used its body to block Mo Cheng's fist.
Soon, the beast paid the price - the price of its life.
Mo Cheng's fist made contact with the Shikigami's head, and the terrifying pushing force pressed the Shikigami's head into its body. Then all the flesh and blood, all the internal organs, were ejected from the tail of the Shikigami.
The flesh and blood of the Shikigami turned into countless light spots that kept flying around. Just when Mo Cheng wanted to deliver another punch to completely kill him, those light spots actually flew towards Naraka and spontaneously merged into the swordsman's body.
For a moment, Naraka's momentum increased sharply, and the sword energy mixed with ferocious beast nature made him look like a sword-shaped beast.
"Hmph, mixed with the breath of evil spirits, it seems that you are different now."
Through Naraka's torn skin, one can see that the structure beneath his skin is no longer flesh and blood. Swords with sharp teeth and fangs are wriggling under the skin, gnawing at the only remaining flesh and blood under the skin.
"You actually upgraded yourself by fusing with the [Fighting God General]. Do you really like being someone's pet?"
Narakuga, who merged with the Fighting God, is no longer a human being. Even though his strength is infinitely close to the seventh level, his identity at this moment is just a [Shikigami].
The [dog] raised by the Onmyoji!
But the change of status and the fact that he could never reach the [Hero] class could no longer bother Naraka. At this moment, he only had one question left: "You said before that it would only take three moves to defeat me."
His voice was hoarse, with dozens of overlapping sounds, like the friction of a knife on a whetstone, "So now, how many moves do you want to make me lose?"
"Three moves!" Without any pause or hesitation, he announced the answer very directly, "Three moves are enough to defeat you as you are now!"
