Chapter 58 At this moment, I have two mental martial arts in my body. I want to use [Zen] and [Wild Beast] Oppai! ! !
"I'm going to cut you into thousands of pieces!!!"
The figure disappeared, and along with it came the sound of deep bone injury. Naraka's five fingers turned into sharp swords, piercing directly into Mo Cheng's body and cutting off large pieces of flesh.
"Then try it, you dog!"
There is nothing much to say to this guy who merged with the shikigami and worked as a dog for others. Mo Cheng used the fire element to blast and accelerate and responded with a heavy punch.
The blade cuts flesh and bones, the punches are powerful, and Mo Cheng is confident that he can beat Naraka to death.
But by now in the battle, Naraka had learned his lesson. He avoided all opportunities of direct confrontation with Mo Cheng, and even did not dare to injure Mo Cheng too seriously, for fear that he would be pinched by the muscles and then face Mo Cheng's fist head-on.
He had used a shikigami to block it before and survived by merging with the shikigami, but Narakua also knew that even if he was strengthened by fusion with the shikigami, he still could not withstand Mo Cheng's three punches.
What death brought to Naraka was calmness. No matter how angry he was at Mo Cheng's words, he was able to remain calm.
It is not due to one's own strength, but on the contrary, it is the calmness that comes from the fear of death.
This has to be said to be a malicious joke.
"Damn, this life force and turtle shell, is this thing really a human?"
Naraka couldn't help but curse inwardly. Even the demons he had faced before had never had such strong vitality. With the injuries he inflicted, anyone else would have died hundreds of times already.
"Damn, that lackey runs pretty fast."
Another punch that was just a hair's breadth away, the wind from the fist tore Narakuga's sleeve and left a bloody mark on his body, but Narakuga easily recovered from this minor injury thanks to his physique after fusing with the shikigami.
"Are you a dog that hasn't been outside for a long time and has too much energy to vent? Does it have no other activities every day besides destroying the house?"
Mo Cheng's body has very balanced attributes, and the advantage of synchronous development is that he does not have any obvious shortcomings, but the disadvantage is the same. When facing a guy like Naraka who has extreme points and relies on speed and sharp blades to fight, he can easily be kite-ed.
With a swish, the clothes were torn, leaving six deep, bone-deep scars in a cross shape on the back.
The feeling of injury and pain stimulated Mo Cheng to start thinking. He was thinking whether he should compress his blood volume to the limit, burn it to only 1%, and let the Berserker's blood strengthen himself to the limit, just like he did in Hesen Town to gamble his life with the enemy.
Mo Cheng didn't know whether he would die if his blood volume was compressed to 1%, but he was sure that Naraka would die.
Swish!
Another attack, this time Narakua stabbed from behind with the blade from the waist from bottom to top, intending to bypass the protection of the ribs and go straight to the heart.
This behavior is undoubtedly dangerous, both for Mo Cheng and for him.
"Good dog, you have guts!"
When the blade had penetrated nearly halfway, Mo Cheng's muscles clamped the blade tightly to prevent it from moving forward an inch. At the same time, his elbow suddenly hit Naraka's temple horizontally. There was no need to explain the violent momentum. Once Naraka was hit, he would no longer need the [brain] organ.
But the result was still the same as before, the elbow brushed against Narakuka's left wrist, and the violent force twisted and fractured Narakuka's wrist even through the air.
“Hehehe.”
Naraka had many wounds on his body, most of which were scratches caused by the wind pressure from Mo Cheng's fist. But even so, the disheveled Naraka still laughed out loud, "One move for another, how many moves can you hold out?"
After merging with the shikigami, his eyes transformed into vertical evil pupils and stared at Mo Cheng. He had found the opponent's weakness and victory was within reach. "Now, how many moves do you need to take me down?"
"Three moves!" When this question was repeated for the third time, it had nothing to do with the battle situation, theory, or even reality.
It's a man's damn self-esteem problem!
"One move for one move, I can torture you with 3,600 cuts, what about you?"
There was no need to fight back 3,600 times; 600 times would be enough to turn Naraka into a pool of bloody mud.
His speed is fast, but there often needs to be a pause between stabbing Mo Cheng and withdrawing, and that pause is the time for Mo Cheng to counterattack.
Mo Cheng's recovery ability is at the strongest and most monstrous level that Naraka has ever seen in his life.
There was no need to consider anything else. Naraka and Mo Cheng stood face to face.
"It takes you three moves to kill me, but it only takes me one to kill you."
Time has been delayed long enough, and the city's knights and law enforcement corps have probably surrounded the place. Naraka's only choice now is to continue fighting here, or run out and fight with the captains who have arranged to intercept.
Both of them already understood that the next move would determine life or death.
Naraka concentrated all his energy and spirit and poured it into the sword in his hand. In his eyes, there was no sky, no earth, no things, nothing.
There was only one place reflected in his eyes - Mo Cheng's heart.
"Hey, that's a good idea."
Naraka did not hide his thoughts at all, nor did he need to hide them. He already knew the limit of Mo Cheng's vitality, and at this moment he was going to use the sharpest knife to cut off his life.
Mo Cheng's eyelids were half closed, and the dragon scales on his body quickly disappeared. The remaining dragon scales became more condensed.
When only one dragon scale was left, the scale had already protected the heart like a solid substance.
Opening his eyes, Mo Cheng said, "Come on!"
In an instant, Naraka disappeared, along with the sky, the earth, and even everything else. As death approached, Mo Cheng's heart couldn't help but calm down, as if he was feeling the last tranquility before death.
Mo Cheng forgot about the foreign land, the battle, and everything. It was at this moment that he regained his Zen state of mind.
[Zen] is like a giant cocoon that wraps up the [mad beast], asking it to abandon its rage and become calm.
And then…the blade pierced through the dragon’s scales and pierced through the heart.
At the same time, Naraka was shocked: "Your heart is so strong?!"
The blade pierced the heart, but at the same time it was clamped tightly by the heart muscle, unable to move. He couldn't understand how a person's heart could be so strong. The heart should be a person's weakness!
“Many people used to think that my weakness was my heart, but they would never believe that my heart is my strongest organ!”
It's coming! Facing this punch, Naraka will definitely be seriously injured. At this moment, the only choice he has is to trade injuries with Mo Cheng!
but……
The [Wild Beast] that should have calmed down, at this moment shattered the [Zen], destroyed the tranquility, tore apart the peace, and the violent thoughts burst out with an incomparably terrifying force!
Mo Cheng's power was increasing infinitely at this time, and behind him appeared a mad beast dragon that oppressed all living beings.
"If you merge with the shikigami, you may not be defeated even if I hit you three times."
As his fist blasted out, the giant beast behind him roared to the sky, and its violent aura swept across the entire Fairhaven.
"But if you use the fighting spirit and spirit of the three attacks together, and then use my wild beast to break through the state of mind of Zen, you will inevitably be defeated and die!!!"
A calm mind is calmer than Zen, and a mad person explodes more wildly than a mad beast.
Unable to dodge or resist, Naraka's body was blasted through by Mo Cheng!
Run through, straight through!
Naraka, die!!!
