I don't know how long I can hold on. There should be no problem with the Wonderland Lake on my device, but the boy will be hit sooner or later, and then one after another, eventually snowballing directly into my death. I think the only way is to go all out! Give up any concept of defense and focus on attack. However, there will be no room for error, but I don't need to worry about such a small problem. I will win, as I always do.
I took a step back, stretched out my fingers again, unbuttoned my coat, and let it hang in the air on my shoulders. These feathers raised their feathers gently before hitting the attacking boy. He quickly changed positions, slapped and tossed objects as much as possible, and the projectiles that he hadn't found were deeply embedded in his cock. To my surprise, he didn't even cry, or even moaned in pain! It's disappointing.
"Such a weakness." The boy murmured as he moved on.
The knocked feather floated gently for a while, then quickly re-adjusted its direction and flew directly back to the target. The boy tried to repel them again, but only a few times this time, and soon most of the feathers came out of his body. I can feel his vitality weakening, even if it is only a small part. Otherwise I wouldn't believe it, but the strength of this boy may be the same as that of that little girl! I can’t believe I met two such terrifying monsters in such a short time! I wonder if he knows the power lurking in his heart? I don't think so, because as soon as we meet, I will be ruined.
It takes a long time for feathers to swallow a target, but I don't think it will help. I mean, any normal creature will be immobilized, but the boy can still move ZìYóu, as can be seen from the way he came to me. It seems that I have to speed up.
I avoided another stabbing, and then moved closer, my hand wrapped in a powerful FǔBài form, reaching out to grab his chest. He is much slower than before, but that doesn't mean I can relax. A wrong move means the end. My hand hit his chest where his heart was, and the moment we touched, I spread FǔBài.
The boy yelled in pain. This is a voice that I have never heard before, not at all like the voices I had before. Experiencing this new cry is definitely something else, more enjoyable than others! He trembled violently in his sex, and slowly fell to the ground. Soon I fell down, standing in front of the boy, kneeling desperately.
"You are a very strong opponent, so don't be disappointed. I will add your power to myself. You have mine. Well, I'm not very good at this kind of thing... Yes." I grinned. , Kneeling a little closer.
I reached out and moved closer and closer to the victim's head, but suddenly, it was gone. Something hit my arm from the wrist. I guess it's because of the pain? I'm not so sure, let alone why this is so. Vermillion Sè's ** suddenly burst out of my hand and showered the boy who was kneeling in front of me.
"I have been swimming in this hell for a thousand years," the boy murmured in his solemn tone, "Do you really think this is the first time anyone wants to curse me?"
The boy stood up and shook his body violently. The feathers stuck on him fell to the ground lifelessly. Then he stabbed the ground with his spear, then lifted the bloody tip in front of my eyes.
"I think death is really good for you. If you dare to touch her hair, I will do my best to make it painful and long."
My eyes did not move away from the tip of his spear, the red, but rather pale, fleshy thing was skewed; my hand.
I immediately jumped back, avoiding a fatal blow and severing the pain receptors on my wrist. I didn't bother to stop the flow of blood, but used it to send small particle-sized droplets to the boy. He quickly rolled to the side, trying to avoid the piercing bullets, which were sprayed high in the air from a small pile of dust from the burned ground. He continued to walk in that direction, and I followed his movements with my amputated arm.
The boy's upper body was almost completely covered by my blood, and a small puff of steam had risen into the sky, but he did not show any worry at all. It's almost like the sour effect has no effect on him! I am here, hoping that he screamed in pain and torment while begging for a quick death. Instead, I was left to this frustrating drama.
I caught two faint silver flashes in the air, and heard bursts of sharp metal stings, because the previously lifeless feathers formed a solid wall in front of me. In my experience, there has never been a good projectile that can shoot them out of the air. This is really the only choice.
I once again aimed at my amputated arm, and then shè again, turning the overspeeding force into crystalline shrapnel. When my target rushed to the side again, the trees behind him, in the distance, split and shattered apart, dumped on the ground, and shook the earth with their huge impact. The slaughter I can do is very clear, but if I can't really hit the frightened rabbit, all this is meaningless! This is also a test of my patience! I am tired of this game, and I can no longer use my blood as a weapon. Maybe it's time to change strategy, at least for a while, until time for my backup plan comes.
A column of ashes suddenly exploded, and the boy kicked off the ground and came straight at me, and then suddenly, the boy disappeared before my eyes. I immediately realized his presence, and when a heavy blow hit my feather-covered back, it instantly flattened me.
"Distorting space now?" I panted and stood up quickly. "I thought you were a worthy soldier."
What a cheap trick. He can rest assured that there won't be a second time.
I let the blood on my arm bleed a little bit, and when I am satisfied, it will become more rigid and stretched. Instead of the beautiful hand that was cruelly chopped off, an evil jagged blade appeared, desperate for its own cosmetics. He tried his trick again, but my reaction was much faster than he expected. Cowards like him always attack them from behind when they feel they have the upper hand. I correctly corrected this poor assumption and cut off the spears of other employees. I tilted my head to the side so as not to pierce my skull. My eyes never left the boy with a viciously angry expression.
"You are so courageous." The mongrel growled and jumped out from my close range. "My dear sister's spear... how dare you!"
"Don't blame this on me! You fight with weapons and cry when it is broken? Are you a fool?"
"Sister, during the Beast Parade, she gave her life to protect our younger siblings. This is one of the noblest behaviors I have ever seen."
"Hi," I waved, "Yes, I don't care about the tragic past that you want to dig out. Don't try to suppress this emotion, okay?"
"My mother died that terrible night too," he roared, slowly rising into the air, "she is one of the greatest young people of her time."
The feeling of this battle immediately changed. The air around the boy became darker and darker, making him appear to be glowing. He stretched out his hands around, palms facing the stars, like two rotating, luminous, fog-like spheres quickly formed above them. He squeezed his left hand, crushed the spherical mist, opened his right arm, and pushed it out again with a motion similar to a palm tap. The next white explosion was enough to make me feel uneasy.
I threw the staff's lower body to one side and intercepted the explosion in time, causing it to deviate slightly from its orbit. It slammed into the ground beside me violently, melting the earth easily, and digging out to a depth that I couldn't see or guess. However, I didn't have time to marvel, because I was then violently attacked by a small needle-like explosion from the tip of his left finger. I was forced to fly around like a poor animal, using my blood to resist, but other than that, there was nothing I could do. I! Use magic against the use of magic! This is unimaginable! This is different from that girl, because she doesn't use magic like me, a normal person does. But this boy, he is completely another person, a different kind.
Another huge explosion was collected from his right hand and my shock wave, thrown aside like an unwanted rag doll, I had to immediately stand up and move on to avoid being hit by those small energy bombs. Hundred holes. Sooner or later, I will start to get hurt, and if this is the only option (it is impossible to escape at this time), it looks like I have to look back.
I jumped into the air and started flying towards the forest. I never took a second to remove my eyes from the boy who was chasing me at such an amazing speed. It is absolutely impossible for me to turn my back on this guy, even if it means I will reach those trees faster, not when he is murdering frantically.
The boy patted his hands on his head, put them on his face, and quickly threw them to the sides. The moment his hand separated a thick, inconceivable black arc, neither of us could move. If it were not for my frighteningly accurate intuition, I would have been cut in half. I tilted my head back and looked at it for a while, watching the tree trunks in the distance being chopped off neatly, and then suddenly burned into black flames, almost immediately turning to ashes. I turned my head and looked at the boy, just in time for his strong fist to block my staff, and I was sent to the depths of the forest. (To be continued) (End of this chapter)