Chapter 56 56. I Have Never Heard of Such a Weird Request

The combined team of the Knights and Law Enforcement Corps were about to knock down Naraka and defeat him in three moves?

Three moves to cross a level, push the sixth ladder to the limit, and defeat the strong man who has already begun to embark on the seventh ladder?

Three moves, no matter how you look at it, is an extremely ridiculous number.

Is it a baseless rant, 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 unknown words.

"Three moves? Hahahahahahahahaha!!!"

When facing an opponent whose level is one level lower than his own, and the other party tells him three moves to make him taste failure, no matter who he is, he will laugh.

Even if this laughter is filled with extreme [disrespect] anger towards his [power].

"Is your reliance on that extraordinary [Gang Body]?"

Naraka opened the palm of his right hand, and a dark and gloomy blade slowly squeezed out. The tip, the blade, and the last hilt were complete and filled with an unknown aura.

"It is indeed surprisingly hard, but I like to cut off 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 of them were, sweeping sand, soil, and bricks into the sky. Under the extremely terrifying acceleration, all inconspicuous little things became deadly weapons.

The wind pressure was violently released to the surroundings, completely damaging and destroying the surrounding houses. The moment the two of them fought, the surrounding environment was changed into an open space more suitable for fighting.

"Qiang!"

The fist and the knife came into contact again, like the collision of steel and steel, exploding a large number of sparks. The powerful impact caused the colliding weapons to retreat involuntarily, but the two figures did not retreat at all.

A slight retreat, a brief recovery, all for the next moment.

Strong winds and heavy rains. Only such metaphors can describe the collision of fist shadows and sword shadows all over the sky. What is formed by the pressure of fists and swords is a storm, and it is a direct train to hell.

"boom!"

"boom!!"

"Bang bang bang bang bang!!!"

Break it, break it, keep breaking it!

No matter whether it was the blade or his bones that appeared in Naraka's hand, they would only end up broken under the heavy power of Mo Cheng's punch.

"Ha, what a hard fist! Only a fist like this can make me feel happy!"

The blade breaks, and the blade that grows back is harder, sharper, and stronger than before.

I don't know how many blades were broken by the blast, but the blade in Naraka's hand was powerful enough to cut through the dragon's scales and hurt his body.

"So hard, such a hard body! It took more than five hundred blades to be strengthened to cut this flesh. Your hardness is enough to make me stand up!"

Is it hard?

Mo Cheng touched the heart with his finger, and the fierce fire element burned the heart, causing the blood to rage in the body. He used the facts to tell Naruka that he could be even tougher!

Instantly burning 50% of his own blood, all of Mo Cheng's dragon scales were restored. At the same time, his body became stronger, his speed was faster, and his fists were stronger than ever before!

In the gap between Naroka's sword swing, Mo Cheng's fist hit the opponent's abdomen first. The opponent's body, which was comparable to steel, could not withstand Mo Cheng's heavy punch. His abdomen sank deeply into his body, and his soft internal organs were The forced displacement squeezes the heart and blood vessels.

With a heavy punch, Naraka felt that his heart was about to be spit out from his throat by the opponent, but Naraka laughed instead.

"Okay, let's change one move for another!"

Naraka immediately shattered all the blades, and condensed the strongest and sharpest sword in his hands. It was extremely sharp and cut off Mo Cheng's neck at this extremely close distance.

At the same time, the power of Mo Cheng's fist also completely exploded. The simple, direct and rough punch crushed Naraka's internal organs, causing juice to shoot out from the facial features and pores.

One move has passed.

Mo Cheng was brutally beheaded, and Naraka's internal organs were also blown to bits. Both of them suffered losses?

No, this injury will not affect the outcome at all.

"I've gained something." Naroka ignored the liquid gushing from the pores of his facial features and pointed the knife at Mo Cheng. "I thought that as long as the sword was sharp enough, it could cut off everything in the world. But now you let me know that there is It’s easy to cut off something that has form and quality, but for the [vitality] that has form and quality, my sword is still not sharp enough.”

"Yes, your sword is just not sharp enough."

Perhaps Naraka's blade is really not sharp enough. There are still some blood vessels and flesh in Mo Cheng's neck that are adhered together. This adhesion is enough for the Kraken shell that has reached the [critical point] to restore everything, and the wound is still there. In an instant, it was washed away by the huge deep sea life force and holy light, and disappeared.

"If your sword is sharp enough, how can you transform yourself to accommodate more sharp swords? How can you pursue that pointless sharpness and hardness in such a ridiculous way?"

Although the brain is separated from the body for only a short moment, it is not without impact. The brain is temporarily short of blood supply and needs time to recover.

The same goes for Naraka, whose internal organs were exploded into juice. The injury was probably much more serious than that of Mo Cheng. Even if the heart, spine, and blood vessels have been transcended to form another internal circulatory system, this kind of injury will still require time to recover.

The contact with the first move had already made Mo Cheng understand Naraka's limit, which was far from the limit that could hit Mo Cheng. "Five hundred times of blade strengthening is your limit. Being able to hurt me deserves praise."

Five hundred enhancements is the limit? Are Mo Cheng's words true or false, or is this just a [spear move] used to attack the opponent's psychology?

But it can be seen from Naruka's face that has darkened that Mo Cheng's guess is correct. He has reached Naraka's limit.

"Next..."

Mo Cheng's whole body made a sound like fried beans, and his figure seemed to have grown in size out of thin air. "The sword from the endless hell? Let me take you back to your hometown!"

"With two chances, can you kill me?

A sword strengthened to the limit is enough to break through dragon scales and physical protection. The coldness on the tip of the sword is a threat called death.

"You should ask yourself, can you survive the next time?"

The flame burned in his heart, burning his blood volume to 30%. Red mist and sparks continued to float out of his pores, which was the evaporated blood.

"Then you have to be careful. Next, I will break through to the swordsman and cut you and your life off."

The whole body ignites with an ominous black and red sword energy, like a steel meat grinder, whether it is flesh or harder steel, it will be crushed 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 sword shadow collided together again.

Fight!

It’s really hard to understand. When I saw the elements I didn’t like, I thought it was written like a Japanese manga.

The problem is that everyone who knows me knows that what I write is Hong Kong comics.

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