Those three words are plain and clear, but they have more weight than the most arrogant declaration.
It was like an invisible heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of tens of thousands of degenerates present.
"He... he's going to continue?"
"Madman, a complete madman! Just killed one, and you didn't even take a breath?"
After a brief period of fear, some degenerates who claimed to be experienced began to use analysis to cover up their palpitations.
"Buck, that idiot, underestimated the enemy too much."
"His "Dust Storm" is okay against newcomers, but when you encounter an opponent with such speed, creating smoke is like digging a grave for yourself."
A man with a scar on his chin whispered to his companions, as if he had seen through everything.
"Yes, that sword was fast, but Buck didn't make any defense at all."
h "If it were me, I would just wave the weapon to block..." The other person closed his mouth mid-sentence.
In the corner, a gloomy voice sounded:
"Quick? More than fast."
"Didn't you see clearly? That sword was not superfluous at all. The action, from drawing out the sword to retracting the sword, is a straight line. "
"Buck is not underestimating the enemy, he can't react at all."
As soon as this was said, the surrounding comments became much quieter.
Yes, that was not a sneak attack or a trick, but a head-on crushing with absolute speed and skill.
At this moment, a slender figure jumped down from the stands and landed lightly in the field, about thirty meters away from Ning Liu.
He was dressed in tight black clothes, and his body was like a cheetah ready to attack. Each of his hands wore a pair of dark metal gauntlets, and the fingertips were five three-inch-long, shimmering sharp blades, like animal claws.
As soon as he landed, someone in the stands immediately recognized him, and there were exclamations one after another.
"It's "Ghost Claw" Moreau!"
"My God, what happened to him? Hasn't he already won forty-nine?!"
"There's something exciting to watch now! Moreau is different from stupid cows like Buck. His speed is as fast as a ghost, and no one who dies under his claws leaves a complete body!"
"This boy in white is going to be in trouble!"
"Moro likes to kill clean and beautiful guys like this. He will slowly pick off all the flesh on that kid with his claws!"
The noise of the crowd reached its peak again, but this time, it was no longer pure bloodthirsty fanaticism, but mixed with expectations and awe for the strong.
"Ghost Claw" Moreau, with forty-nine consecutive victories, is one of the predators at the top of the pyramid of the Hell Killing Fields.
His name itself represents blood and death.
Morrow did not roar like Buck. His eyes were like poisonous snakes, locking Ning Liu coldly.
Hence, he stuck out his tongue and slowly licked his sharp metal fingertips, making a soft "sting" sound.
Morrow's voice was hoarse and sharp, spreading throughout the audience through the loudspeaker stone.
"Your sword is very fast, fast enough to kill that stupid pig Buck. Unfortunately, you met me."
He bowed his body slightly, and his whole body's center of gravity was lowered, like a fully drawn bow.
"I will let you know that in the face of real speed, your sword is just a joke."
Before he finished speaking, Moreau's figure suddenly disappeared from the place.
There was no loud sound of crushing the ground, no momentum of raising smoke and dust, he just disappeared out of thin air.
In the next moment, several black shadows appeared in all directions of Ning Liu at the same time. Each black shadow dragged five dark claw marks and clawed at Ning Liu's vitals from different angles!
"It's the "Shadow Step"!"
"Cooperate with his "Soul Reaper Claws"! This kid is dead!"
The exclamations in the stands were full of excitement.
This is the battle they want to see, an ultimate collision of skill and speed, rather than a one-sided instant kill.
High-rise stands.
Xu Jiushi touched his chin: "Hey, this skinny monkey looks a little more difficult to deal with than the big guy just now."
The Titan still looked like an old well: "No matter how many tricks there are, just cut them all with one sword."
In the field.
Faced with the fatal attacks coming from all directions, Ning Liu still stood there without even raising his eyelids.
He just inserted the Shura Demonic Sword in his hand gently and slowly into the black soil at his feet.
Hum——
A slight sword cry sounded.
With the sword in the center, an invisible ripple is attached to the ground, rippling like water waves.
The ghostly black shadows all froze the moment they came into contact with this ripple.
Morrow's figure appeared from the left rear of Ning Liu. The pride and cruelty on his face had not dissipated, but his eyes were already full of horror.
He found that his body seemed to be stuck in a bottomless quagmire, and every movement became extremely sluggish and heavy.
What field is this?
Wrong!
You cannot use soul skills here, let alone have a domain!
This is pure...sword intent?
A thought flashed through his mind, but there was no time for him to think about it deeply.
Because Ning flows.
He didn't look back, he just held it with his backhand and pulled out the magic sword stuck on the ground.
Hand waved back casually.
This wave seems casual.
There is no brilliant sword light, no sharp roar that breaks the sky.
There was only a dark red afterimage, flashing through the air.
Morrow's eyes froze with horror.
He tried his best to retreat and dodge, but his body refused to obey.
He could only watch helplessly as the dark red sword shadow swiped across his neck with ease.
The cold touch is fleeting.
Immediately afterwards, he felt that his world began to spin.
He saw his body, still maintaining the forward posture, standing frozen in place.
He also saw the back of the young man in white, still so straight and clean.
This is...I am dead?
This was his last thought.
Plop.
A head rolled to the ground, and the expression on his face was forever fixed in that moment of horror and confusion.
The headless corpse fell to the ground after a moment's delay.
The gushing blood once again added a new color to the black soil.
The entire audience once again fell into a more complete silence than last time.
If it was the first instant kill, they could explain it by saying "Buck underestimated the enemy" or "the opponent was a speed type".
What about this time?
"Ghost Claw" Morrow, a strong man with forty-nine consecutive victories, known for his speed and weird footwork, found his head in a different place after an encounter.
Even the boy in white never looked at him once from the beginning to the end.
That casual wave seemed to be driving away an annoying fly.
This is no longer a gap between strength and weakness.
This is crushing.
Those degenerates who had loudly analyzed and clamored that Moreau would win now only felt a burning pain on their faces, as if they had been slapped several times.
They lowered their heads, eager to find a crack in the ground and crawl in, for fear that the eyes of the person in the field would sweep over them.
Fear, this time, is no longer a plague, but has turned into an actual iceberg, suppressing everyone's heart, making them even cautious about breathing.
In the field.
Ning Liu slowly raised the Shura Demonic Sword to his eyes.
That sword strike just now seemed random, but in fact it contained the sword theory of his "Sky Dream Sword" soul skill "Sword Shadow Overlaying the Sky".
Although he did not use soul power, the charm of using the sword to move the space, turn the void into reality, and lock in all directions has begun to take shape.
This Moreau thought he was fast enough, but he didn't know that from the very beginning, he had stepped into an invisible network woven by the sword's will.
On the sword body, the blood that had just been stained was being quickly absorbed, and the ferocious magic patterns seemed to come to life, squirming slightly and letting out a low groan of satisfaction.
Ning Liu looked away, but his voice remained calm.
Continue?