Odd Containment Specialist

Xia Shou, who entered the blood demon mode, used his body to resist the attack of the mourning stick.

Everyone saw that when the huge stick hit Xia Shou, it seemed to be hindered by some huge obstacles and did not fall down with great force.

Compared with when Xia Shou's body was still intact, Xia Shou, who had now turned into blood, showed a stronger defense!

"Bang!"

The mourning stick hit the other side of Xia Shou's body, which was intact, and Xia Shou staggered. Half of his body exploded into splashing blood foam, and then the blood reconstructed the shape of the human body.

Then when the third stick fell again, the strong defense appeared again. When the mourning stick hit his shoulder, the bluestone ground under Xia Shou's feet cracked fine lines, but Xia Shou's standing posture did not even change much.

This is one of the abilities included in the blood demon mode. The skill obtained from the leader of the Blood Mother Cult, [Blood Swamp], can make the flesh acquire the characteristics of non-Newtonian fluids, and show an unparalleled kinetic energy absorption rate when it is subjected to huge impacts.

"Is this still a human?" a timekeeper exclaimed softly.

"Lord Pedros, what do you think?" Pedros's deputy asked softly, and the other timekeepers also cast curious eyes.

"Very strong." Pedros commented briefly, looking quietly at Xia Shou who was confronting Hei Wuchang, as if thinking about something.

The timekeepers could see that Pedros actually had a lot of thoughts, but he only gave them such a noncommittal evaluation.

No. 102 had already dodged to the side, and the battlefield was completely taken over by Xia Shou, and Gu Liang and Shen Fei finally got precious treatment time.

After several attacks with the mourning stick failed, Hei Wuchang's expression suddenly became ferocious: "A mere ghost dares to be presumptuous in front of you, Lord Wuchang!"

Xia Shou raised his hand to aim and pulled the trigger.

[Blood Terror Revolver]!

The bullet made of blood shot into Hei Wuchang's body, and then exploded into scarlet crystal spikes, piercing the already fragile charcoal-like body into even smaller pieces.

This was the first time they had caused damage to Hei Wuchang. Before that, no one had ever made an effective attack on Hei Wuchang.

Those abilities that directly affected the target were completely ineffective against Hei Wuchang because of their low level, and the abilities that attacked indirectly had no chance to attack at all because of the existence of the mourning stick.

If you don't dodge the mourning stick, you will end up turning into meat paste.

And if you dodge the mourning stick, your soul will leave your body.

Before, except for No. 102 who could withstand the mourning stick and create a very short opportunity for others to attack, others couldn't even protect themselves.

But now, the tactics Xia Shouzheng showed were something they dared not even think about.

"Die for me!"

Hei Wuchang raised his hand, and the mourning stick fell like a copper pillar from the sky, hitting Xia Shou's shoulder heavily.

With a dull thud, Xia Shou's shoulder collapsed, and a large amount of blood splashed into the surrounding air. The blood beads decomposed into blood mist, covering Xia Shou.

Xia Shou stood still like an iron statue, bearing the opponent's attack like a sandbag.

He tilted his body, carried the mourning stick, raised the revolver in both hands, then aimed and pulled the trigger!

"Bang!"

Red crystal spikes exploded from Hei Wuchang's shoulder, and boiling magma splashed out from the wound.

Hei Wuchang groaned in shock and anger and staggered back.

When he removed the mourning stick from Xia Shou's shoulder, the blood that splashed from Xia Shou immediately regrouped and returned to its original body after turning into blood mist!

"If I remember correctly, it should be the ghost messenger Hei Wuchang who specializes in seducing people's souls in the Chinese legend?" A foreign timekeeper confirmed in disbelief.

"That's the mythical creature recorded in the literature. He's actually fighting against that monster!"

"Will Xia Shou's state not cause any loss?"

"Are the two guns in his hands holy relics?"

The timekeepers looked at this scene in shock, and had a more specific understanding of the power of the Control Bureau.

The witch's trump card alone is already like this. How powerful is the real hidden power of the Control Bureau?

Xia Shou has completely turned into liquid. Alice is floating behind him. The maid with her eyes closed has golden transparent hair hanging behind the blood man, and her hands are like shackles around Xia Shou's neck.

In the eyes of others, this scene has a strange religious meaning, as if an angel is sealing a demon... The only thing that makes people feel uncomfortable is that the angel's movements and expressions are so gentle and peaceful.

Under Xia Shou's feet, the red line that originally connected to Hei Wuchang, representing death, has disappeared at this time.

He knew that this was a way to seek death and took the trump card of reaching the peak into account.

As long as he activates [Reaching the pinnacle in no one’s place], as long as he touches Hei Wuchang once, he can use [Perpetual Same Injury] to inflict the same damage to Hei Wuchang.

But there is no difference between winning and losing. The cost of reaching the pinnacle is too high, and he cannot afford it. That is the last trump card he can use when he really can’t win.

But now, he feels that he can win!

His whole body has almost turned into blood, except for the scorpion-shaped spine on his back, which is soaked in blood and still fixed on the body where the spine should be.

Although there is no real entity, he can still sense the existence of the scorpion spine, not through nerves and cells, but through some abnormal connection!

The functionality of the blood demon mode allows the scorpion spine to still play a role.

“Bang, bang, bang!!!”

Xia Shou fired continuously, and the bullets kept hitting the opponent's hand holding the mourning stick.

The scarlet spikes exploded continuously on the wrist, and turned into red flames after shattering.

A few seconds later, the arm on Hei Wuchang's back was broken, and the heavy mourning stick fell to the ground. He stumbled back, and his right foot suddenly broke by itself, and his body fell to the ground crookedly.

Xia Shou stared at the opponent's movements with full concentration.

Hei Wuchang stood up with all his strength, and suddenly let out a sinister and creepy laugh.

“Okay, okay, okay… Soul-catching rope, go!”

He threw the chain in his hand to the ground, and the end of the chain sank directly into the ground. A pool of bright red blood, with the chain as the center, began to slowly spread and grow.

“Brother Niu, I’m sorry.”

Hei Wuchang sighed and threw the bull head in his hand into the blood pool under the chain.

Then, he loosened his hand holding the chain and let the whole chain slide into the blood pool.

When the ends of the chain disappeared, the blood pool slowly closed and disappeared without a trace.

Then, Hei Wuchang turned his head, stared at the direction in front of him with his empty eyes without eyeballs, and sneered.

"Hehe, I'm on my own, and you are all going to hell.

If you want to cross the bridge, then cross it.

There are many powerful means waiting for you...hehe..."

After saying this, Hei Wuchang's body made a "crackling" sound of gravel falling off, like a long-weathered fossil, shattered and disintegrated under the action of a slight external force.

In just a blink of an eye, it turned into a pile of black fragments, plus a relatively intact head and a tall hat with the words "Peace in the World" written on it.

"Is he dead?"

The timekeeper behind him asked from a distance, and his voice was deliberately suppressed very softly, as if he was afraid that Hei Wuchang would come back to life.

Xia Shou walked up to the remains of Hei Wuchang, looked at his head and the only intact arm on his torso, which was the arm that grew on his back and was broken by Xia Shou at the wrist.

"How strange." Xia Shou said to himself.

As he spoke, the black shadow under Xia Shou's feet spread out, taking Hei Wuchang's remains into the shadow's range.