Psychics don't die from gunfire

Even if the psychic energy is suppressed to the middle level of the second ring at this moment, and only four of the psychic skills of the second ring are used, and it is impossible to reach the peak state, it is almost a "rejection" at the level of conceptual rules.

But he is a [rebel], the [balance] of the fifth ring.

In the past, when he was in the second ring, some people called him a "monster".

And now, Chakoro has reached the fifth ring. Even if the power he can control is the same as before, he will only be stronger than the second ring in the past!

——clang.

Chakoro raised the long mace in front of him and began to rotate slowly with his clenched five fingers.

There is nothing nearby, but this twisting seems to face great resistance.

It's like a thick towel that is completely soaked. In the constant squeezing and twisting, every further circle requires more strength.

No need to observe.

It was visible to the naked eye that even Chakoro was bearing a huge load, with bulging veins spreading from his five fingers to his forearms, but despite the strong burden, the long mace continued to rotate at a slow and unquestionable speed.

From the hall, a strange sound gradually sounded.

Like an anchor nailed into the depths of the sea, it stirred the entire sea in constant rotation - endless undercurrents emerged at this moment.

So, the world closed the door to Song Shi.

- It was no longer limited to himself.

At this moment, Chakoro spread the object of "rejection" to the entire hall, and then briefly let the world here "reject" Song Shi!

The air became extremely viscous, bringing great resistance, the mixed water was cold and piercing, the gravity was greatly increased, and the sense of direction became disordered.

The [rendering] that had almost covered most of the hall was also forcibly squeezed back at this moment.

Under Chakoro's power, the world became malicious towards Song Shi, and every action required greater consumption and overcoming more shackles.

——How can a person defeat the "world"?

Song Shi gave his answer.

He stepped forward and slashed out with Chongshi!

The flames that were originally raging and sweeping all around began to converge and only lingered around him - facing the "rejection" that was already everywhere, continuing to maintain a large range would not only consume too much energy, but also be meaningless.

A fire seed suddenly lit up, and the broken flame flow poured into Chongshi.

—— Bang!

The two sides collided again.

But this time, the long mace could not help but retreat.

As Song Shi's strongest state at present, after turning on "self-immolation", he put everything in himself into burning and melted it into one. The speed, strength, and the effects of psychic skills are all improving.

Even in the face of the world's "rejection", these have been weakened to varying degrees.

But Chakoro, who is maintaining this high-intensity "rejection", is also unable to exert his full strength!

Bang!

Without any warm-up or probing, the battle reached its limit in an instant. The violent roar was madly heard, and the figures of both sides kept colliding and separating at high speed. Before the sound of the previous attack completely dissipated, the next attack was launched again.

If someone was here at this time, they would be surprised to see that two completely different but equally terrifying styles appeared here.

In the increasingly passionate battle, the straight knife wrapped in the endless flame flow disappeared, leaving only a trace of red gold flame that kept turning at high speed - it was almost only one action left.

- Cut! Cut! Cut!

Abandon defense, put everything into attack, and kill the enemy before you collapse!

The huge flames gathered into a sea of ​​fire, and they roared and turned into huge waves, trying to smash everything in front.

And under this burning wave, there is a reef standing.

Watching the surging flames and slashes, Chakoro simply raised his long mace, and with a seemingly slow but extremely firm attitude, he struck out one blow after another, breaking the flames and blocking the heavy assassination.

Facing Song Shi in the "self-immolation" state, he was indeed gradually suppressed, and the defense circle was constantly compressed, fixed at three feet around his body.

——But that was all.

This last three feet seemed to be more stable than all the previous ones combined, and even [Embers] was difficult to volatilize and could no longer destroy the object as easily as before.

The long mace and the heavy assassination collided again, and the terrible impact force caused the surrounding flames to collapse, and a short vacuum appeared.

"One strike."

Chakoro suddenly said: "If it drags on like this, although the winner can be determined, it will be a bit boring."

He smiled, like a traveler who had witnessed too many scenes and gradually lost interest, but became happy again because of the magnificent spectacle he saw by chance.

The man raised his mace and said loudly: "——Then use the next strike to decide the result!"

Song Shi was also laughing.

He was laughing loudly.

The reunion of familiar people, the verification of the results of a lifetime of practice, and the joy of fighting to this point seemed like emotion and joy.

Then, all these emotions turned into pure flames.

"It should be so!" Song Shi pointed the heavy murder forward and laughed: "——This is the right way!"

So, an unprecedented collision broke out.

Time seemed to stop for a moment.

Without any extra movements, Cha Keluo still swung the mace.

But this time, it was no longer just a simple swing, like a mountain moving and the sea covering the surface-he held the mace, using it as the center and "rejection" as the medium, dragging the world confined to the hall together and smashing it towards Song Shi.

Whether it was the surging flames or the entire hall, they all became dim in front of this extremely magnificent brilliance.

Then a ball of fire lit up.

No, more than one ball.

In the face of huge pressure, Song Shi burned even more vigorously.

His long hair gradually turned red-gold and fluttered. The winding cracks that appeared on the surface of his body trembled inch by inch. With Song Shi as the center, he raised Chongshi, as if an endless surging flame was gushing out, and then spreading, spreading, and spreading.

——To swallow up the entire hall!

The world will "reject" itself?

Then burn the world to ashes.

The sound disappeared in an instant, as if it was higher than the limit that the cochlea could bear, and it was not until an unknown amount of time had passed that it was restored.

When the flames that enveloped the vision gradually dissipated, two outlines slowly emerged from the center of the hall.

They all stood.

"Very good, no, it's impeccable."

Cha Keluo turned his head and moved his eyes slightly downward. A burning touch was against his throat.

That was the blade of Chongshi.

It can be seen that the long mace held in the man's right hand was shattered, leaving only half of it, and the remaining part was also turning into ashes at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"You win, Song Shi." Cha Keluo nodded and sighed sincerely.

". Tsk."

Song Shi took back the heavy murder, but his expression was not happy.

"No." He sighed lightly and looked at the half of the long mace: "If it was a weapon of the same level, it would be me who was defeated and my heart was broken just now."

Song Shi was too involved in the battle not long ago, and even he overlooked one thing.

This long mace is not Cha Keluo's real weapon at all, but something he temporarily reassembled with atoms by "matter reconstruction".

——It is not inferior, nor is it advanced.

It is just an ordinary craftsmanship, alloy material mace.

If it weren't for Cha Keluo's "rejection" blessing, this level of things, heavy murder could easily cut off.

"No, this is not a problem."

Cha Keluo shook his head.

"If I had used weapons of the same level, I could have broken your defense and hit your vital points just now - but the conditions are different."

"Just now, I used the fifth psychic skill in the second ring to achieve this effect."

"If I still only used four, even if I changed weapons, I would not be able to block it, let alone hit your vital points in return."

He looked at the person in front of him and solemnly emphasized: "You won, Song Shi."

This chapter makes up for last week's leave