On the fighting stage, Yi Dongmu looked coldly at Han Sen who walked onto the stage, and said coldly: "Very good, since you dare to come, then be prepared to die."
As he said this, Itomu had already pulled out the dagger from his waist, his face full of murderous intent.
"Do you think it's a martial arts drama?" Han Sen disagreed. People in real life could not say that. The humiliation was overwhelming.
So Han Sen didn't say anything, and directly merged with the Bloody Slayer to transform, then grabbed the scabbard of the Shura sword with one hand and the handle of the knife with the other, and ran towards Itomu.
The Bloody Slayer was originally a beast soul that focused on speed. When running at full speed, the explosive power generated in a short period of time was no worse than that of a fighter jet. In an instant, he closed the distance with Itomu, making the two people get closer and closer.
When people watching the battle saw this scene, they all felt that God B was crazy. He actually wanted to get close to Itomu. This was no different from sending someone to death. Itomu's strongest skill was close combat. He almost got close to him. It would be difficult to dodge his fatal blow.
"It's over. God B is so frustrated that he's going crazy. Just rush over. You can use a knife or a gun. At least you can keep a distance."
"God B has made a mistake. He should bring a bow and arrow. Even if he doesn't know how to use it, shooting slowly in the sky is ten thousand times better than rushing towards him."
Itomu's fans were even more delighted: "This SB actually came to our door by himself. No one can stop our Dongmu from winning."
A sneer appeared at the corner of Itomu's mouth, and a beast soul was also fused into him. It was a mutated demon monkey. Immediately, Itomu's strength and speed were greatly increased, and he transformed into a black man with a height of 1.89 meters. The majestic demon monkey has a thick tail extending from its back.
It's not that Itomu doesn't have a divine-blood-level fused beast soul, but he doesn't have a divine-blood-transformed beast soul that's similar to a human. If he can't use the skills he's good at, he can't use a divine-blood-level dagger, and the divine-blood beast soul can transform. The effect is not as good as the mutated beast soul.
There are very few humanoid creatures among the alien creatures, and those in true human form are even rarer. Except for the one divine-blooded humanoid beast soul drawn by the top ten sons of gods, there are almost no other divine-blooded beast souls in human form.
Han Sen's Bloody Slayer is already considered a very precious beast soul transformed from divine blood. With a pair of human hands, he can perfectly display various human skills.
Yi Dongmu looked at Han Sen who was running towards him. He held the divine blood dagger in his hand and at the same time, he used both feet to rush towards Han Sen. The distance between the two people was shortened at high speed.
All of Itomu's actions, every move of his body, every lift and stretch, in Hansen's eyes, seemed to be following the trajectory he had planned. In Hansen's eyes, Itomu was just like a bird. A puppet on a string, he has seen through everything about Itomu and can predict all of Itomu's actions.
This is what happens when two people who are equally proficient in assassination are at a much higher level than the other. Han Sen knows Yi Dongmu very well, but Yi Dongmu has no idea that he is also good at assassination. Tao, whether it was mental calculation or not, Itomu was already doomed to failure.
It's useless even if his speed and strength are stronger than Han Sen.
The moment the two people passed each other, the Shura sword dyed golden by Han Sen was unsheathed in an instant, and then re-sheathed in an instant, everything was as seamless as clouds and flowing water.
The two people rushed back to back for nearly ten meters before stopping. Han Sen's majestic golden body was as motionless as a mountain, but Yi Dongmu slowly turned around, stared at Han Sen's back, and spoke. He asked word for word: "What kind of sword technique is that?"
"Go against your will." Han Sen replied calmly, still not looking back.
"I will look for you again, and I won't lose again next time." Itomu said, turned around and walked off the fighting stage. As soon as he walked off, he fell directly to the ground with a plop, with a deep wound on his chest that could be seen in the bone. Blood flowed like a fountain.
The entire God's First Sanctuary seemed to be quiet for a moment. I don't know how many millions of people were watching this duel. At this time, their mouths were wide open but they couldn't even make a sound.
No one dares to believe that the result of the duel turned out to be like this. If it were the other way around, they would be able to accept it. But the invincible Itomu, the one who walked all the way with the king's instant kill attitude, unexpectedly turned out in the duel with God B. He was defeated with just one strike. It was unbelievable that this actually happened.
Not to mention those Itomu fans, even fans of God B, before the duel, never thought that God B could win with such an absolute advantage. Even very optimistic fans of God B felt that this pair of God B It's going to be a hard fight.
But no one expected that Itomu would be defeated like this, defeated without any suspense, defeated so miserably, and he was defeated in close combat, which he is best at.
Han Sen turned around, glanced at Itomu who was struggling to get up in the audience, and said lightly: "You are not bad at being able to take my serious blow without dying."
After saying that, Han Sen turned around and left.
"Not bad... Not bad..."
This sentence was swirling in the minds of countless people watching the game, making them feel as if their brains were going to explode. They felt that they were not enough, and they were in chaos.
In the eyes of the crowd, God B's figure seemed to have grown infinitely, tall and shining, truly as powerful as a god.
"God B..." The fans who had been supporting God B finally reacted and shouted excitedly, and some even jumped up.
As if the time had been broken, the entire God's Sanctuary became lively, and everyone was talking about this incredible battle.
"This plot twist is too fast!"
"Haha, those fans who support Itomu will be slapped in the face."
"It's not just the fans. God B slapped the entire league's media in the face. Except for Fang Mingquan of "Gods Fighting the World", everyone fucking predicted Itomu to win the championship. What's the result? He didn't even make it to the top ten. I was swept away, haha..."
"Now that I think about it, Fang Mingquan is really prescient. His analysis seems to make sense. It's just that I was blinded by Itomu's victory before, and I didn't pay attention to Fang Mingquan's analysis at all."
"Lin Feng is really awesome. He deserves to be the second best in the previous world. He has long recognized that God B is the real BOSS."
"Haha, it seems that this year will be the battle between Lin Feng and God B at Tianwang Mountain."
"We really owe Fang Mingquan and God B an apology."
"Fang Ming has suffered a lot."
"You're pretty good... haha... so handsome..."
The duel lasted only ten seconds, but God B's image suddenly changed drastically.
"This guy is more coquettish than me. I will try this sentence next time. If you can take my serious blow without dying, you are pretty good..." Tang Zhenliu regretted that he had not thought of such a coquettish sentence before.
(End of chapter)