Psychics don't die from gunfire

A strong air flow roared past. No, it was not an "air flow".

With the hotel building as the center, three-color ring-shaped flame waves burst out in circles, roaring and sweeping around.

Those flame waves were golden, black, and blood red, but most of all, the three colors were mixed together at the same time.

Wherever they pass, the atmosphere instantly evaporates and burns out, the ambient temperature rises rapidly, and the flowing fire fills everywhere, causing the buildings near the hotel to show signs of melting.

Considering the location of the battle, both Song Shi and Huang Hao were deliberately restraining their destructive power.

But as [Dayuan], who is the best at wide-area attacks, and both have reached the third ring, [Control], the aftermath of their fight still turned the area within a radius of hundreds of meters into a pure scorched earth purgatory.

Those modern creations made of steel and concrete, in the face of the scorching light of the sun and the violent scourge, are not stronger than butter, and they burn and melt easily.

Standing at the outermost edge of the battlefield, the gathered officers of all ranks took action in unison, signaling the onlookers to step back a bit while intercepting the spreading aftermath.

Just the "aftermath".

In the center of the battlefield, where the hotel once belonged, a large pit appeared.

Huang Hao punched out with his fist, knocking down the dark blade.

His clenched five fingers showed a brass-like color and flowed with golden light like water satin. They were indestructible, even a heavy sword could not cut through them.

And every time he punches, the ground will light up with a spherical golden light with a radius of three meters that is condensed into substance. It is a compressed and solidified [scorching light]. With the frequency of Huang Hao's punches, looking down from the sky at this moment, I saw a series of spherical golden lights flashing on the ground, almost forming a line!

Chicha, the clear trembling sound of broken glass, is endless.

That was the sound of [Scorched Earth] being beaten to pieces. The punch that enveloped the sun was so strong and dense that even Scorched Earth's reorganization speed couldn't keep up.

——But the one who really can’t hold on any longer is himself!

Because in the shattered scorched earth, the opponent was holding a sharp blade, and without losing any momentum, he used the blade to punch with great force, and violently resisted his own punch, preventing him from making any further progress. .

The opponent's [Rendering] is always tampering with the nature of the "scorching light" so that it can be easily ignited and burned by fire. Under the effect of [Lighting Fire], the scorching light that has been tampered with and turned into firewood will be burned back. He came over to help the opponent's [Woe Flame] invasion sweep across.

Every moment, oneself is weakening and the other party is strengthening.

His current fist posture is not so much like the magnificent sun, but more like blowing a breath into a candle that is about to be extinguished, keeping it burning, or even burning brighter than usual.

But there is a limit to this breath.

If he fails to defeat the opponent when his boxing power is still at its peak, then he will definitely lose.

The heavy slash came out and collided with the fist, and before both parties could completely stabilize the aftermath of the previous blow, they slashed again and again.

"Very good. No, very good."

Amid the torment of misfortune and scorching light, Song Shi expressed his heartfelt praise.

"——Among all the great sources I have met so far, you are ranked in the top twenty, no, the top fifteen."

Counting past lives included.

The other party's talent and temperament are also powerful.

Even though [Rendering] and [Liaoyuan], which were blessed by [Practical Heart], could not let the calamity devour each other in an instant. However, after being hit by such an intense calamity, the other party's mind is still in a relatively stable state.

He is truly the seed of this generation of Beiting’s defensive front.

——But that’s it.

Song Shi extinguished two fire seeds.

Huang Hao suddenly raised his head.

Powerful spiritual energy fluctuations suddenly bloomed, turning the already raging disaster into an unprecedented huge wave with a majestic and unmatched gesture.

——The opponent still has some energy left!

No, after fighting all the way to this point, Huang Hao could feel that the opponent must still have some strength left, but how much of the opponent's total [fire] would it be if half of the spiritual energy reserves were restored at once?

For the normal third ring [Dayuan], this number is eight.

Then, Huang Hao slowly frowned.

As if he guessed what he was thinking, Song Shixu knocked, one, two, three. Red-gold light clusters quietly appeared, like satellites guarding stars, slowly circling.

Twenty pieces in total.

Count what the other party has consumed

——Twenty-eight pieces.

Even so, Huang Hao's state of mind also had ripples at this moment.

"How amazing." The man shook his head slightly: "Your spiritual energy reserve has reached this level."

As a psyker whose psychic skills are derived from the image of the "sun" and who has attained the title of "Fire Sun", his psychic abilities have always been famous for his grandeur. With [Mingyang Yiqi], his psychic energy reserves are extremely abundant, almost Never encountered a dry situation.

But each other.

That itself is a very large spiritual energy reserve, coupled with a full twenty fire seeds. If you say that you are "abundant", then the other party is absolutely "majestic".

The strength of a psyker, of course, lies not only in the reserve of psionic energy, but also in psionic skills, combat awareness, practical skills, will, and even the right time, place, and people, all of which can affect combat power. It is by no means a simple comparison of size.

A psyker who can possess this "majestic" psychic reserve.

It's the other party.

"Nandou. Song Shi."

Huang Hao recited this name, and the surprise in his mind disappeared.

The man raised his eyes and stared at the young man in front of him.

"I never thought that the Enterprise Alliance would produce a monster like you."

"Can you remove the four words Enterprise Alliance?" Song Shi was stunned, and then he said in a shocking voice: "I am the authentic Dong"

"Song Shi! The last punch!"

Huang Hao's pupils lit up with a golden light, and his lips swallowed and exhaled a bright Yang Qi. He suddenly shouted: "——The victory or defeat of this battle depends on it!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

With each roar, a layer of [Yao Yang] collapsed and shattered.

Six consecutive roars broke, and six layers of Yao Yang were shattered.

With the momentum of burning the boats, Huang Hao raised one hand, stretched out five fingers on the other hand, and clenched it suddenly.

Tonight is more dazzling than ever before, a round of "Yan Yang" flowing with golden fire suddenly rises-

All the remaining spiritual energy burned into this round of "Yan Yang" at the same time!

In the burning wind and light, Huang Hao punched.

In the eyes of the onlookers, no so-called punching figures could be seen on the battlefield. They only saw a scorching "Yan Yang", like a setting sun sinking into the sea, falling forward.

It fell very slowly, and everyone could clearly capture the trajectory of its descent, but when this clear consciousness wanted to be transmitted to the body and let the body react, they found that they could not move at all.

The rolling heat wave rushed in their faces.

In the next moment, in the dead silence as if the sound was burned out, the dark flames went against the trend, stagnated for a few moments, and then completely engulfed Yan Yang.

After a long time, the infinite dazzling flames finally gradually dissipated.

Qi.

Huang Hao still maintained the posture of punching.

On his neck, a straight blade after the flames faded away quietly.

"Very enjoyable." Song Shi smiled sincerely: "Thank you."