Chapter 294: Competitiveness

"Nice attack!" Looking at the "jackal" with the barrel cut off in his hand, the monster king threw away the half-broken black gun. Although he lost his favorite weapon, his smile became more and more excited.

He held the classic Western-style sword in his hand, and the black windbreaker changed to the battle robe when he first appeared in the blink of an eye. For such a scene of changing clothes in a cut shot, it would be a complete goof scene in other works, but for this monster king who can change his age, gender, and appearance at will, how could the equipment be so inconvenient?

The tall figure burst out with a terrifying rushing speed comparable to Feng Xue's high-load acceleration. For ordinary people, even swinging the giant sword is difficult, and it makes a sharp hissing sound that cuts through the air.

The silk thread in Feng Xue's hand was tangled into a ball, and a Han sword with a little ink color appeared in his hand again.

But at this moment, this is no longer a structure constructed simply with the thinking of "sword", but a structure that Feng Xue uses thread as a carrier to carry the touch of the sword.

The reason for going around in such a circle is naturally because the line can carry more!

In the speed field that only high-speed cameras can reach, the two swords with completely different styles collided at high speed, and the sparks that burst out did not even have time to splash before being dispersed by the next confrontation.

Feeling the huge force coming from the sword tip, Feng Xue regretted that he had pulled that hand too much, but on the other hand, if he had not pulled out the battle axe mastery, he would not have been so easy to tear open the defense line of the Dead River.

Obviously at a disadvantage in strength, Feng Xue had no idea of ​​pulling away, even if every second of movement would cause a huge burden on the body, and close combat was the only battlefield he was sure of when facing the monster king!

Although the power of the monster king is strong, it is precisely this strength that makes his fighting style full of open and close momentum. All attacks are mainly for killing. The fighting method that completely abandons defense by relying on recovery power is the only possibility for Feng Xue to win!

Momentum field, entangled!

The powerful momentum was gathered in the sword body. The sword, which was as heavy as a feather, swung away the big sword of the Monster King for the first time in the collision. After a moment of shock, the Monster King, who was laughing wildly, suddenly held the sword with both hands and continued to chop down, but all this was within Feng Xue's expectations!

Fight, fight, fight!

The [rules] that fully conform to the Monster King's fighting style have unknowingly sealed the other possibilities of this vampire.

And now, it's about to enter the killing game!

The body slightly tilted to the side, and the sword tip that seemed to be intended to block was attached to the sword spine and a spark was scraped off. The five fingers with white gloves flew with blood, but Feng Xue did not chase, but took a small jump and stepped back half a step. The next moment, several javelins made of blood accurately pierced the ground in front of his toes as if they had been agreed.

Although he couldn't see through the inhuman creature's routine, his attack intention would not change. As long as the monster king still intended to fight him, attacking the vital points, restricting the ability to move, and destroying the means of attack would be the three goals that would not change.

Relying on these three goals, Feng Xue's rules had already turned into a big net, trapping this monster beyond human beings.

The attack acceleration rate slowly decreased, and the wounded body gradually healed in the warmth given by the golden snake. The pulsation of the Philosopher's Stone also gradually slowed down, but the sound of the collision between the two sides' attacks became less and less.

Akado's hit rate, with a speed difference of one order of magnitude, was still steadily declining.

"Then, next, it's time to call for killing!"

Feng Xue twisted the Han sword in his hand, and his body twisted at an amazing angle as if he had no bones, brushing past the piercing of the Blood Spear, avoiding the claw whip made of blood and shadow. The sword in Feng Xue's hand seemed to have turned into a spear, aiming at the only weakness of the vampire, and then...

"Puff!"

"Huh? Why?"

A heavy blow from behind made Feng Xue feel the pain of his internal organs shifting, and also woke him up from the incomprehensible blackness in front of his eyes.

However, the monster king who threw him away did not chase him. He just turned his back to the ray of morning light and walked slowly. His originally excited eyes had turned into resentment--

"Do you think you're sure to win? Can you relax? Don't have to deal with it with all your strength? Don't underestimate me! Brat!"

"Tsk..."

Feng Xue wanted to say something polite, but he coughed out a mouthful of blood with internal organs. The golden thread pierced back and forth in his body, quickly repairing the damage he suffered at this moment, but Feng Xue still couldn't avoid feeling his vision go black.

"Lost? Was it because I couldn't win? Was it a wrong judgment? Was the rules broken? Or did I not use my full strength at all? Why are you dissatisfied? Am I too weak? No, that's not right, that's not the case!"

The weakness of his body allowed Feng Xue to supply more energy to his brain. Feng Xue began to frantically review all the mistakes he made in this brief confrontation.

But it didn't happen!

The legion structure tore through the defense line, pulled the battle into the field of their expertise, and narrowed the battle method with rules... Even if the bullet time multiplier was reduced, it was not to underestimate the opponent, but simply to consider reducing physical loss. After all, even with the transformation of the Philosopher's Stone, the oxygen and energy that can be extracted from metabolites such as carbon dioxide are not infinite. No matter how infinite, if you can't win...

"That's right! This is it!"

Feng Xue suddenly raised his head, looked at the scarlet eyes, read the disappointment and dissatisfaction in them, and finally understood his mistake.

"As far as fighting is concerned, there is no problem. The strategy, timing, and fighting skills are all correct... If there is any problem, it is... I don't want to win that much..."

It's not that I don't want to win, but it's not to the extent that I'm thinking about overtaxing my body, thinking about defeating the opponent at the minimum cost... These are normally no problem, but the opponent is not normal.

"Yes, after all, I am not a monster, a lunatic, a fanatic, or a war madman. I don't have the idea that even if I defeat you, it won't matter what happens next. I have no reason to defeat you. Fighting with you is just fun. With coincidence, rather than some ultimate goal..."

Various thoughts flashed through Feng Xue's mind, and he understood the reason why the monster king suddenly became angry, but he did not feel that he was wrong.

"If I try it again, I'm afraid I'll still make the same mistake. If I have no grudges, I'll risk my life in a fight or something. I'm not a war fanatic... But since I'm exploring, I'll risk my life in a fight. , it doesn’t seem impossible.”

Controlling her body like a marionette to stand up again, Feng Xue looked at the King of Monsters who had arrived in front of her, coughed out the fluid in her chest, and grinned with her blood-stained mouth -

"After all, I am also very competitive!"