Chapter 150 A Calm Victory

The intense wind pressure kept blowing on Diarmuid's face. Google search reading

At this moment, he has completely entered a defensive position.

Although he said he was defending, his movements were actually to avoid the attack from Mika.

The six gauntlets controlled by Mika tightly grasped the six weapons and continued to attack Diarmuid.

Originally, Diarmuid was very contemptuous of Mika's attack.

After all, the larger the weapon, the slower it will be when wielded.

This is inevitable.

Therefore, facing these six huge weapons, Diarmuid was originally full of confidence.

He believed that with his own flexibility, he was completely able to avoid these attacks.

But he miscalculated one thing.

That is, it was not Mika who held these six huge divine weapons, but the gauntlets controlled by Qi.

Therefore, the strength of the gauntlets themselves is related to the amount of Qi expended by Mika.

But Micah was using the power of the Holy Grail through Gabriel, and the terrifying amount of magic was constantly flowing into Micah's body, and was continuously transformed into Qi.

Therefore, even with these six huge divine weapons in hand, Micah's attack speed did not slow down at all, and even exceeded Micah's own attack speed.

"Boom!"

The gauntlet holding the long sword-type weapon slashed horizontally, directly cutting the building behind Diarmuid in half.

For a moment, dust and gravel flew all over the sky.

After all, compared with the treasure, any concrete structure building cannot hinder its edge.

"This is really hard to deal with!"

Quickly dodging the slash, Diarmuid's face was constantly sweating.

Even before the duel with Micah, he did not have such pressure.

At this time, he seemed not to be fighting with a human swordsman.

But fighting with a giant swordsman.

"This is simply crushing!"

Facing the giant treasure, Diarmuid did not dare to collide with it at all.

Compared with the power that could destroy everything, his own strength was as light as a feather.

Facing the sword strikes and gunshots that kept coming from the sky, Diarmuid had already used up all his strength just to dodge.

At this time, he could only look at Mika, who was less than 20 meters away from him, but he had no ability to fight back.

"Bang!"

"Boom!"

"Pop!"

Various sounds kept coming, and the entire abandoned factory area was a battlefield for the two.

Under Diarmuid's dodge and Mika's attack, this abandoned factory was rapidly turning into ruins.

"Damn, it's too flexible!"

Disturbed by the flying debris, Diarmuid waved away the debris around him while looking at Mika across from him seriously, looking for a way to deal with it.

Originally, he planned to use various wanderings to "kite" the opponent.

But the opponent's "treasure" was obviously moving synchronously with the opponent.

In terms of flexibility, the opponent was not inferior to him.

"If I want to win now, I must give the opponent a fatal blow, otherwise there will be no chance to fight back."

Glancing at the spear in his hand, Diarmuid's eyes were full of determination.

He knew that he only had one chance.

If this blow missed, then he would have no chance to fight back.

Continuously dodging and wandering.

As time passed, Diarmuid's eyes gradually dimmed.

Although he wielded six weapons at the same time, the operation of these six weapons was unexpectedly coordinated, extremely smooth, and without the slightest flaw.

The entire sword was wielded with water that could not be splashed through.

Such a result is undoubtedly desperate.

As the saying goes, don't look for mistakes in equally good opponents, Diarmuid naturally knows this.

But he has no way.

For experienced masters like them, as the battle progresses, they collide with each other.

Even if the opponent originally has no flaws, in the continuous battle, there will eventually be flaws.

That is, if there are no flaws, create flaws.

But even this commonly used move was useless against Mika.

Because he couldn't collide with the opponent head-on.

With the opponent's speed, as long as he was suppressed by a weapon, he would probably die quickly at the moment of his passivity.

Diarmuid absolutely dared not underestimate the opponent's ability to catch flaws.

In this case, Diarmuid still hoped that Mika would make a mistake. In addition to the despair of his situation, there was also Mika's age.

In Diarmuid's view, this was already a very terrifying thing.

Not to mention that the opponent was obviously not only good at swordsmanship.

There is no doubt that the opponent is definitely a martial arts genius.

But even if he is a martial arts genius, it is impossible to practice the combined attack technique so exquisitely while taking into account various different techniques.

Therefore, considering Mika's age, Diarmuid would make such an expectation.

But no results were obtained.

"Then what should I do!"

He kept saying that he would be loyal to his lord and hold the Holy Grail for him.

But now, he has no means of counterattack in the face of a powerful enemy.

This undoubtedly made Diarmuid very painful.

But just as he was lamenting, the flaw he had been waiting for for a long time suddenly appeared.

"Here it comes!"

Looking at the weapons that were swinging at him at the same time to block his movement, Diarmuid quickly caught a flaw in them.

That flaw was so weak, but it became the key point of this battle.

Without any time to think, Diarmuid threw the spear in his hand in an instant, pointing directly at Micah who had his hands in his trouser pockets.

But it was precisely because of this period of time that he could not completely dodge and was hit by the huge spear, flying straight backwards.

His body kept smashing through the wall, quickly passing through the entire factory area, and finally smashed on the ground outside the factory area, rolling backwards.

At this moment, an idea suddenly rose in his mind.

Is that really a flaw?

Would the young man who was like a martial god really make such a mistake?

Or was it a trap to catch himself?

The thick tree trunk blocked his body from continuing to roll, and Diarmuid, who was bleeding continuously, lay on the ground and kept thinking.

But soon, Mika gave him the answer.

The huge divine weapon easily broke through the passage leading to Diarmuid, and what came into his sight was Mika holding the spear he threw.

"When you stare into the abyss, the abyss is also staring at you!"

Walking in front of Diarmuid, looking at the pool of blood that had accumulated under him, Mika said seriously: "I saw through your thoughts a long time ago, so I told you a story according to your thoughts."

"And now, this is the end of the story."

One of the two gauntlets that had been lifted from their gigantic form flew to Diarmuid and took back his pistol, while the other took the spear from Mika's hand.

The next moment, the mind-qi transformation of the two treasures had begun.

Otherwise, if it was not transformed until Diarmuid died, Mika might lose these two useful weapons due to time.

Although Mika once commented that Diarmuid's treasures were mediocre.

But if it is used in a targeted way, it is undoubtedly extremely useful.

"I have accepted the reward, you can return to the Throne of Heroes with peace of mind, the strongest knight of the Fiona Knights, 'Glorious Face' Diarmuid!"