Chapter 1734 Different Brain Circuits

The reason why I can tell the difference in the light of Billy's knife is because I am also an expert in using knives.

The sword's light is cold, but it doesn't blind anyone.

The so-called confusing people's eyes is nothing more than making it difficult to distinguish which cold light is the shadow and which cold light is the blade.

However, the flash of Billy's sword just now made me confused and inaccurate, and I couldn't see the difference between authenticity and fakeness at all.

My pupils shrank suddenly, and I stared closely at the sword light coming from the killer, and my mind was spinning: Is this his new sword technique?

But then, I gave up the idea.

No, absolutely not.

If he had the ability to create such a powerful sword technique on his own, he wouldn't have been stuck on the level of the Ghost-Faced Spider forever.

With his speed, coupled with this set of sword skills, he can face off against the Sand Scorpion without losing.

Although he had no choice but to let Sand Scorpion do it.

Billy's Knife won't show mercy just because of my random thoughts.

With just one breath, the distance between him and me was less than two meters. As we got closer, the shadow of his knife could be seen more clearly.

It was indeed a colorful and indistinguishable blade light, and almost every blade shadow seemed to be real.

This makes me more certain that this is not a sword skill, but a combat skill.

This must be a new combat skill that Billy has learned. Although the power of the effect is not yet known, the mere fact that this set of sword shadows is so fake that it is enough to prove that it is extraordinary.

While marveling at Billy's fighting skills, I also came up with a crude countermeasure - to fight hard and break through.

Yes, you read that right, it’s a tough fight.

If you want to break the phantom that is difficult to distinguish between true and false, the most direct attack is the best way.

As the saying goes, keep things unchanged in the face of change.

After thinking about it, I took another step back, bowed and breathed, bent my knees and turned my waist, and at the same time staggered my feet, front and back.

This is a standard set of preparatory sword-drawing and slashing movements.

I had no intention of cutting Billy in half, I just wanted to interrupt his fighting skills in a powerful way.

Otherwise, once I'm hit, with the swiftness of his sword skills, I won't have any chance to fight back.

The blade came out instantly, drawing a circle out of thin air, and my body also teleported forward at the same time. The moment I crossed paths with Billy, I saw clearly the look in his eyes, which was filled with pride.

I put the knife away and stood up, I was in a still state, but Billy groaned slightly, then fell to the ground, gasping for air.

My knife cut him in the abdomen, but the wound wasn't deep and it only took a healing spell or two to heal.

But what really made him unable to fight anymore was the exhaustion of his physical strength.

In order to frustrate me, he even tried to confuse the audience by moving at high speed, and then launched combat skills to attack me.

After a set of consecutive attacks, his physical strength was depleted. In the end, in order to resist the sword draw, he forcibly increased the speed of the sword and improved the effectiveness of his combat skills, so that the remaining physical strength was also used up. Consumed cleanly.

When the stagnation time ended, I put away the knife, turned around, and waved to Gordo, who was watching the game.

Gordo understood, walked over quickly, and applied two healing techniques. Billy's abdominal wound was healed without even leaving a trace.

Others also came to the arena one after another, talking non-stop.

With the support of Gordo, Billy stood up slowly, yelled at me, and said: "Don't look at me as a loser, but I forced you to use both combat skills. When will I realize the third one?" Come with two combat skills and fight with you again!"

"Okay," I chuckled, "I'll wait. After your second combat skill comes out, I'll beat you again. Then you must be convinced and admired!"

"How is that possible!" Billy said disdainfully: "I am a genius, and geniuses will not be easily defeated!"

After we finished taunting each other, we looked at each other and smiled, and I said, "Your combat skills are quite good. What's your name?"

"Li·Ghost Swordsmanship."

I nodded and said: "It's extremely fast, like a ghost. It's a real combat skill. There's just one thing that I'm confused about."

Billy smiled knowingly and said: "I use a knife, but the combat skill is called swordsmanship, right?"

"That's right," I said, "I think it would be more appropriate to call it Ghost Sword Technique."

"If I were to name it, I would definitely call it Knife Skills, not Sword Skills," Billy agreed.

"So, the guy who gave the name to the combat skills must have chosen it randomly without thinking about it. I despise this guy," I said with contempt.

Billy also showed contempt and said disgustedly: "If you ask me, this kind of guy who doesn't even think about his name must be an idiot, for sure, an idiot!"

Billy and I kept talking to each other, constantly derogating the name of the combat skill and the guy who gave it the name.

However, everyone knows that there is only one person who is truly qualified to give names to combat skills, and that is the only god in Zephyr Continent, the God of Creation.

Billy and I went back and forth, denigrating the God of Creation. If this kind of behavior were carried out by fanatical believers who believe in the God of Creation as their biological parents, we would be roasted as heretics. !

Fortunately, there are no people in our group who fanatically believe in the God of Creation. Fortunately, the people of Moonlight City do not believe in the God of Creation that strongly.

The elves who were watching just curled their lips, slightly dissatisfied, but did not say a word.

Several mentor-level elves who seemed to be stronger came forward and asked for advice on some details of our discussion just now.

They asked for many questions, but in the final analysis, they were the same type of questions, which were the changes and responses to moves.

I know very well why they ask such questions. All of this is related to the character of the elves.

Rigid, serious, stubborn, and stubborn elves have the above-mentioned series of characters, but they rarely have such unpredictable characters as changeable ones.

Because of this, the elves appear to be well-behaved and orderly in their moves and tactics, and are definitely textbook examples.

But to deal with some changing situations, it seems to be insufficient.

Taking the discussion between Billy and me as an example, there were many moves that were difficult for the elves to deal with. Even these mentor-level elves couldn't think of any good countermeasures for the moment.

For example, if Billy uses his two knives to wipe the blade and cut the hilt of the knife, if the opponent is an elf, he may have no choice but to throw away the weapon to avoid its sharp edge. After dodging this move, he can then regain the weapon. A countermeasure.

But seeing me turn my disadvantage into an advantage with a flip in the air, this is worth thinking about.

One of the elf instructors asked doubtfully: "Did you think of these moves a long time ago?"

I shook my head and said, "It's probably the result of a last-minute response."

Another elf instructor was very puzzled and said: "Can you really come up with such a wonderful move when facing the battlefield? Why can't I think of it?"

I feel ashamed about this issue.

If you ask me why, how would I know? It's probably because our brain circuits are different.