Dust of History Chapter 18: Winner

Asa's keen sense made him realize that he and his opponent were not on the same level.

General Grew seemed to be just standing there casually, with no special posture, even his hands behind his back. He looked at Asa as if he was just looking at a chick that was not in the slightest danger.

But Asa felt that what he was facing was a giant beast in an ancient secret realm. The aura lurking under that easy-going posture was as sharp and dangerous as a sword, as if at any time it could reveal its huge and crazy true face and tear all the enemies in front of it to pieces before swallowing them in one gulp.

Judging from the opponent's actions just now, I don't have much chance of winning. The white light film covering his body is not magic, but another kind of power that is simpler, more direct, and more violent, so it is more effective and indestructible. Even if he had that robe on his body, just being hit on the body once was still enough to kill him. And this combination of strength and desire made his every movement exceed the limit speed that the human body can achieve.

Asa slowly squatted down in a starting motion, with his right foot extended slightly, his left hand pressed against the ground, and his right hand held the handle of the knife behind him. Every muscle in his body was accumulating strength during this movement, and then tensed, as long as it was triggered, it would explode. His eyes were on the ground, and all his energy and attention were placed on the opponent in front of him with a half-seeing peripheral vision.

One hit. All chances are on one hit.

I did experience the threat of death, and the primitive fighting spirit and killing intent in the deepest part of Asa's heart began to permeate. It seemed that there was a beast sleeping there all the time. Once it was touched, it would be awakened and then began to rage in the body. Gallop wild. The clarity of meditation still enveloped the mind, combined with the awakened primal desire to become a cold sharp but still burning fighting spirit.

Looking at the opponent who was crouching down like a leopard in front of him, Gru's expression, which was originally as motionless as a sculpture, unexpectedly fluctuated a little. His thin lips stretched a little to the side, then curved up a little, and the little smile made him look alive. His whole body began to glow with white light.

Neither of them moved at all. The air in the room also seemed to freeze, leaching the damp dullness of the sea air before the storm. The lord of Cedros, who was standing by the door, slowly exited the stone house. He didn't want to interfere, and he believed that he didn't need to interfere.

The only sound left in the room was the breathing of the two, chasing and overlapping each other in a strange rhythm.

When the peak of Asa's inhalation caught up to the trough of Gru's exhalation, he suddenly jumped up, and all the strength he had accumulated for a long time burst out from this jumping action, and he rushed forward like a leopard , the strength of the muscles in the feet and waist was superimposed all the way to the wrist, and the knife on the back turned into a black lightning and slashed towards Gru standing in front of him.

The flame in Gru's eyes suddenly became smaller and weaker, as if he had lost sufficient fuel all at once.

He could see that the power and speed of this knife were good, but he also felt that it was boring.

The strength and physical movements of the knife-shooter are impeccable, but there is no spirit and fighting spirit in it at all, and they are simply using strength. This is not the kind of attack that condenses life and soul in a life-and-death struggle, but an action that is no different from chopping wood.

Gru was very disappointed. When he first saw the opponent's beast-like reaction and movements, he was still very excited, thinking that this must be a very enjoyable fight. He stretched out his right hand to grab the blade, as easily as he grabbed the fallen leaves in front of him while walking, while his left hand clenched into a fist and punched it out with a bit of contempt and disappointment.

But he immediately found that the right hand was very light and the left hand was heavy.

The feeling of the blade is very light. Not only does it lack spirit and fighting spirit, it seems that it has no strength and speed at all.

The knife is light because the person holding the knife did not hold the knife at all, and let go when the knife was about to be caught. All the strength is reserved to resist the punch in the chest.

A hand just touched the fist, but even all the strength that had been prepared for a long time did not weaken the castration of the fist in the slightest. Instead, the hand was brought together and hit the chest, and the shape of the hand and the chest were dented together. go in.

But with the buffer of this left hand and the magical protective power of that layer of robe, the breastbone didn't shatter into pieces and thrust into the heart and lungs. .

There is no sound of bones breaking. The whole room was filled with the roar of the mixture of air current and mana. A huge, weird and wild fireball grew wildly between the two of them in an instant, and drove a huge air current towards Gru's face, which was close at hand. This is the real fatal blow that condenses all the strength and spirit. Even the appearance of the fireball becomes like a howling beast because of the high concentration and alienation of mental power.

Reflecting the light in front of him, Gru's pupils became a jumping golden yellow. He could even see the mana flowing wildly in this low-level spell, which was enough to blow up a bronze statue into red shards all over the sky.

Fireball is a very simple fire attack spell that every beginner magician will use. But it is precisely because of its simplicity that it can condense all the magic power of the caster in an instant, and it can be used under such close-up killing.

Absolutely can't hide.

At least half of Asa's mana was used to speed up the fireball. This is a well-handled opportunity, or a well-created opportunity, an opportunity that was exchanged for one of his own hands and a serious injury.

He has just seen the speed of this opponent, no matter how fast the spell is at any distance, he is not sure of hitting it.

If you don't have an opportunity, create it. Only waiting for the opponent to attack first, waiting for the opponent to attack and unable to dodge, there is such a momentary opportunity.

However, as long as such an opponent makes a move, he is almost absolutely sure to kill him with one blow. The robe alone cannot defend against him, and he must have a greater buffer. So he used all his strength and one hand to defend, and then used his magic to attack.

The diameter of the fireball is half the size of a human. It's just that after it took shape, it almost touched Gru's body, and the speed of flying out was faster than that of a crossbow. The distance between the two is only two steps. Absolutely no one can dodge at such a close distance, Asa is very confident.

Is it absolutely true that no one can hide? At least Gru didn't show any intention of hiding. He let go and threw the knife, the white light in his hand was so strong that it seemed to have a shape, and this hand blocked the fireball at a speed that was hard to see with the naked eye.

The fireball is not a real ball, it is just a shape naturally produced by a group of mana running at high speed, as long as it touches something slightly and affects the balance of the magic power in it, all the power will explode and release immediately. But now the fireball was blocked by Gru's white light hand like a real ball. The flames on the edge of the fireball fluctuated uncontrollably and wanted to break free from the shackles and continue to run forward, but they couldn't get past it at all. That layer of white light. It was as powerless as the most violent beast of **** being held down on the forehead by Ares, the **** of war.

This was only a momentary stagnation. With a wave of Gru's hand, the fireball completely changed its direction and continued to fly towards the roof with the original wild momentum. The roof turned into countless fragmented flames and rushed into the air without leaving a trace. Almost the entire city of Oufu was illuminated.

Gru's right hand is still in the waving posture. It is not so easy to change the direction of a ball of rolling magic power, at least it is several times more difficult than releasing this magic. .

So before his hand was retracted, the hand that cast the magic had already pressed towards his face, and a fireball began to flash again in the palm. This time, instead of launching it, he directly wanted to press the fireball on his face and explode it.

This is not a pre-prepared tactic. With human physique, the flow of magic power cannot be fast enough to emit magic again in such a short period of time, so it can be seen that the formation of the fireball is smaller and slower than before. many. This was another attack launched by the opponent immediately after that shot missed.

It is so cunning and cunning to exchange one hand and the danger of immediate death in exchange for the most effective attack time. However, after facing a blow with all his strength, he didn't feel discouraged in the slightest. Instead, he immediately launched another attack. This fighting spirit was stronger than that of the most violent fighter.

This is the real fighter. Gru snorted, "Okay." The fist that was originally punched had already been retracted, and it grabbed the hand that was stretched out in front of him. The fingers were intertwined and grasped each other, like a high five between good friends. The fireball that hadn't had time to take shape was immediately crushed by the whiteness in his hand.

Similarly, there was no sound of bones breaking, only the shape of the hand twisted strangely. The bones are like crisp biscuits pressed by a machine. It's not that they can't make a sound, but they are crushed into fine powder before they can make a sound.

'Dangling'. The knife fell to the ground. The victory and defeat have been divided.

It was a really good fight, with all the wit, strength and spirit of the opponent on display. Grew was very satisfied.

Asa felt hopeless. Not just the utter despair that all this effort hadn't worked in the slightest, but also the anger, the pain, the fear of dying. All kinds of forces swept together and finally annihilated all rationality and even human taste, and what remained was purely primitive animal nature. He twitched the crushed hand violently, almost tore his own broken hand from his wrist, and he used the pulling force to fly towards the opponent.

Without thinking, he doesn't have the ability to think now. With the instinct of all animals, he only saw the softest part of the connection between the opponent's head and body, and the faint beating above implied a large amount of red and foul-smelling liquid flowing below. This hint aroused his instinct even more, he opened his mouth and bit down there.

Gru's neck bent, and his forehead bumped into the head of the charging opponent, making a 'ping' sound.

But Asa didn't sound like that at all. What he heard was a strange sound that a person can only hear once in a lifetime. It was the sound of the dull moan of his own skull breaking directly hitting the nerves.

It was as if an awl pierced into the deepest part of the head and then burst open, spreading the sharp flying thorns to every corner, breaking through from the inside out, and smashing everything inside.

Asa didn't feel that he was knocked back and flew out and hit the wall and fell to the ground like a rag ~IndoMTL.com~ And he didn't know that his blood flowed from his hands and head like a happy river The upper stream came out and continued to expand his territory on the ground, and he couldn't feel anything anymore.

"It's a very exciting battle, and it's also the most artistic magic attack I've ever seen. I didn't expect that the Necromancer Guild would have such vitality and creativity. It's a pity..." City Lord Sedros Shaking his head and sighing, he walked into the room, bent over and took out the book from Asa's arms.

Two pieces of paper were brought out along with the book and fell to the ground. These are two very high-grade parchment papers, very thick and strong without any roughness on the edges, and there are exquisite embossed patterns on them, one can tell at a glance that they are definitely not used by ordinary people and mages of the Necromancer Guild.

Gru was still in place. Like a gourmet reminiscing about a good dish, he re-chewed every detail of the battle just now. Even if this is not the strongest opponent he has ever met, it is also the most lethal and exciting opponent.

"Okay." He sighed and cheered.

"Not good." The city lord of Cedros spread out the two pieces of paper, and his face changed after seeing the contents clearly.