Zhuo Luo passed through the swamp and ran wildly on the mud. Due to the low terrain, there were potholes everywhere, and the sewage was almost knee-deep. The sound of "da da" footsteps came faintly from behind, and Locke, who had transformed into a werewolf, was chasing him relentlessly.
Zhuo Luo did not intentionally choose this rotten land as the battlefield. The werewolves were as fast as him, and no matter where they fought, they could not escape his disadvantage, so he just ran forward desperately until he was several kilometers away, then he stopped and turned to look at Locke behind him.
Locke's tall werewolf body stood in the rainforest, he stuck out his tongue like a dog, breathed "ho ho", his fangs appeared and disappeared, he stared at Zoro with his wolf eyes wide open, like a long-hungry wolf staring at its prey, making Zoro shiver.
"Can I defeat this werewolf?" Zhuo Luo raised his Zanpakutō. "Zanpakutō, what's your name? Never mind. I won't lose, even if I fight alone. No, that's not right. I'm not alone. I have a group of companions who support me behind me. Mu Fei'er, I won't be able to eat the dishes you cook in the future. Although I don't talk to you much, I really want to tell you that the dishes you cook are really delicious. Being with you reminds me of the warm time when I had meals with my teacher when I was a child..."
"Ah..." Locke howled to the sky, the wolf calls spread far away, and the whole rain forest was shaken by a "rustling" sound. He took a wolf step and pounced over, splashing pieces of dirty water with his "da da" footsteps, just like a speedboat flying on the water.
Zoro wiped his left hand and put on the skull mask. His spiritual pressure increased rapidly, and the accumulated water on the ground evaporated with a "rustling" sound as if it was boiling.
For close combat, victory is achieved through momentum.
Zoro exerted almost all of his spiritual pressure, and the time limit for the virtualization can only be maintained for more than 10 seconds. This period of time will determine the winner, and the price is... life.
"Bang!" The two forces collided, and Zoro's Zanpakutō pressed against Locke's two wolf paws. The wolf paws were harder than iron, and they did not get damaged at all when pressed against the sharp edge of the Zanpakutō. Instead, Zoro felt a powerful force like a bulldozer hitting him head-on. How could the mud on the ground withstand such a strong force? Zoro slid backwards with a "rustling" sound, and two deep pits formed in the mud.
Locke raised his wolf paw and slapped Zhuo Luo. His sharp claws flashed brightly in the heavy rain. With a "puff", even the falling raindrops were split in two.
Zhuo Luo barely lifted the blade and took Locke's violent blow.
"Snap" Zhuo Luo's strength was no match for Locke. Although he barely blocked the wolf's claws, the claws still pierced his face. The five bloody claw marks almost tore Zhuo Luo's left face apart. He lost control of his body and crashed into the big tree next to him.
Just as Locke was about to press on with the victory, Zhuo Luo, who had not yet climbed up, had already opened his mouth wide and shot out flashes of light like cannonballs. Suddenly, bursts of red light emerged in the rainforest, and even the raindrops in the sky lost the power to fall and were blown to both sides.
"It's just a trick." Locke had seen Zhuo Luo's flash before, so he was not in a hurry and raised his arms to block the red light coming towards him. The sound of "boom" continued to ring, and mud and sewage splashed, forming a mud wall that could not be seen with the naked eye.
Outside the mud wall, a figure rushed in frantically. It was Zoro. With the help of the explosion of the virtual flash, he approached the werewolf at the fastest speed. Standing in front of the werewolf, he was like a child who had to look up to see the werewolf's face.
In close combat, Zhuo Luo was no match for Locke, so his sudden appearance was beyond Locke's expectations.
Zhuo Luo did not act rashly. After the last confrontation with Locke, he already knew that the virtual flash could not give Locke a fatal blow. However, he also knew that if Locke faced a series of powerful virtual flashes, his arms would still be beaten to a bloody mess, and he would not be able to exert his maximum strength within a few seconds of rebirth.
The blade flashed in the mud wall, and Locke was like a puppet, unable to resist and unable to move, allowing Zoro's Zanpakutō to cut him. In just a few seconds, the Zanpakutō had left more than 20 cuts on Locke's body.
Locke could have escaped, but he just looked at Zhuo Luo who was running around with contempt and a disdainful smile.
Zhuo Luo took off the skull mask and ran to the side, looking back at Locke, with a dead look on his face. He stabbed Locke more than 20 times, almost shaking out all his spiritual pressure, but he only scratched Locke's wolf skin and could not hurt his bones.
Zoro failed. Even if Locke stood still, he could not deal a fatal blow to the werewolf.
The wounds on Locke's body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. He patted his wolf fur as if he was patting dust, and said nonchalantly: "Your Zanpakutō is like rotten iron in my eyes. No, to be precise, your Zanpakutō was originally rotten iron. With such a weapon, do you think you can hurt me?"
Zhuo Luo's teeth were clenched, and he couldn't refute. Facing the gap in strength, it was no longer possible to make up with willpower or skills. Locke was like a high wall that was difficult to cross. No matter how hard he tried, it was just a dying struggle.
"Mu Fei'er, it seems that I have failed your expectations. Not to mention making the Nameless Team stronger, I can't even save my own life. When I joined the Samsara Team, I dared to boast that I would become the strongest person in the Samsara World. Humph, thinking back, I find it funny myself." Zhuo Luo said secretly, and couldn't help but smile slightly, commenting on his previous arrogance.
"Hmph, you're still laughing, man, do you have any last words to say?" Locke said with a snort.
"Last words? No need for that. Just kill me. You'll be in hell with me soon anyway."
"Hmph, who can kill me? Your captain? Meng Xiang? Li Si is a domineering guy, otherwise, I really want to compete with Meng Xiang. Li Si called him the strongest potential lock level 3 strongman, I just can't accept it." Locke muttered carelessly, while stretching out ten fingers, ten sharp claws opened, five of which still had faint traces of blood left over from when he scratched Zhuo Luo's face just now.
"However, Li Si is the strongest potential lock level 4 initial stage strongman. Although he is domineering, his strength convinces me. He can become the captain because he tore the original captain to pieces in front of us in a horror movie. With his strength, even 10 Meng Xiangs are definitely not his opponent." Locke bent his feet slightly, ready to give Zhuo Luo a fatal blow at any time.
"Meng Xiang? Yes, I mean Meng Xiang. Why do I let Meng Xiang bear the heavy pressure every time? Am I really so useless?" Zhuo Luo felt a cold light flashing in front of him, and 10 deep bloodstains appeared on his left shoulder. The feeling before death suffocated him and made his mind more and more focused.
“The wolf claw has grabbed me again, and this time the target is my neck. This claw will definitely take my life, but as long as I straighten my waist slightly, this claw will not cause me fatal injury.” Zhuo Luo thought to himself, and straightened his body casually, "Swish..." Zhuo Luo's chest muscles became bloody.
"This left claw like a steel spike has pierced my heart. I have to dodge to the right." Zhuo Luo's mind moved, and he really twisted his body to the right. "Shua", a piece of flesh on his left chest was brushed off, and even the ribs were faintly visible.
"If I don't dodge this kick, my internal organs will be shattered. I can only jump backwards and try to reduce the impact force." Zhuo Luo watched Locke raise his right foot and kick towards him. His feet actually pushed back in time. "Boom!" A splash of water appeared in front of Zhuo Luo, and he slid on the mud for dozens of meters until he hit the trunk of a big tree and stopped sliding.
"The raindrops are falling very slowly, Locke... is slowly walking towards me..." Zhuo Luo felt that his whole body's mental strength was highly concentrated, his body's sensory nerves were more acute, and he seemed to know everything around him well.
The spiritual pressure rustled and vibrated. Zoro looked down at the spiritual pressure all over his body. "The spiritual pressure has recovered to 80%, which is enough for me to become hollow again. This feeling... It seems that I have broken through to the third level of potential lock. Unfortunately, I still can't defeat the monster in front of me. Even if I can maintain the hollow state for a longer time, I can't tear through his wolf skin defense line..."
"What are you mumbling about? But I want to praise you. In such a close encounter, you actually avoided the fatal injury. How did you do it? Tell me before you die." Locke said as he walked, and the wolf bones all over his body made a "crackling" sound. In the next attack, Zoro would definitely be torn into pieces.
Zoro completely ignored Locke and raised his Zanpakutō, aiming the tip at his heart before slowly pressing down on the hilt, causing his skin to be pierced and the tip of the blade to get closer and closer to his heart.
This suicidal behavior surprised Locke so much that he even thought Zhuo Luo had gone crazy.
"Zanpakuto, what is your name? Tell me now. If you are so stingy with your power that you can't give me some, then you will die with me."
As the blade sank into the air, a name popped up in Zoro's mind...
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