Soul of Negary

"Although my willpower is as strong as a rock, it will not change even after thousands of years, but I think that if I want to become the ruler of everything, my willpower is not enough. In the face of temptation, The character to hold on to what you believe in no matter what, is what I've always needed."

Negri looked at Smick and said with a smile: "As a reward for my approval, I will suppress my physical fitness, let my strength and speed reach the peak of human beings, and do not use the ability to control objects. If you can overcome I, I'll let you go, and it's okay to cooperate with your majesty."

"Stop talking big!" Mingming Smick was still standing not far away, but his voice sounded not far from Negri.

"Don't you have a long memory?" Negri's right hand changed, the gold-eating bacteria gathered in the right hand, and a white blade stretched out from the wrist of his right hand, holding the invisible weapon.

Negri suddenly tilted his head, and a wound suddenly appeared on his cheek, revealing the dark bacteria inside, and a trace of white anger dissipated. Of course, the small wound was soon repaired.

"The reason why you can find me is because of the things floating in the air." Smick's voice came out: "They are all over the space, so even if I hide my figure, you can pass through these things in the air. The division of things, to judge my position and even movement."

"I've seen through these little tricks of yours, Negri." Smick stepped back, gradually revealing his figure, and more and more Smick showed his figure.

"The flow of light, the illusion of light." By mobilizing the rhythm of light, various illusions are formed, and light is not something without lethality. These illusions of light obviously look like people, but they give people the feeling. Like the suns, the spreading germs close to the illusion were all wiped out by the rhythm of light.

"That way you can't tell if I'm real or fake through the rhythm." More than a dozen Smick stood in different positions, and his voice seemed to have been processed in some way, so that people couldn't tell where it came from.

"You really have a hand, Smick." Negri said with praise: "Show more of your potential and make your soul more delicious."

Negri raised his right hand and rushed towards the Smikes. He also did what he said, and suppressed his physical fitness to the peak of human beings. Although it was still unbelievably fast, it was not the kind of fast that was completely too late to react. .

More than a dozen Smikes pressed over, these illusions were extraordinarily realistic, and Negri couldn't tell the truth from the fakes. The real Smick was mixed in, and if one didn't respond in a hurry, the other party would succeed.

The first Smick rushed over without hesitation, raised his machete and slashed at Negri. Negri raised his wrist sword to resist, but found that Smick passed through his body, just an illusion.

Then while Negri raised his hand to deal with it, several Smicks raised their machetes at the same time and attacked from different angles. In response to this person's attack, others couldn't deal with it. Once they chose to deal with the fantasy attack, the real Smick would Will face the defenseless Negri.

Just the next moment, the five fingers of Negri's left hand exploded together, and the pitch-black liquid sputtered from the fingers towards the surrounding Smike, all the liquid penetrated through.

"So cautious?" Negri said in surprise. He had already thought of this test method just now. If Smick was really in the illusions of the attack just now, Negri would not hesitate. Kill him with a critical strike.

Smick didn't answer, more than a dozen phantoms kept switching positions, occasionally overlapping, separated backwards, making it impossible to tell whether it was true or false, and then in groups of two, they continued to attack from different directions.

When it is impossible to determine which is an illusion and which is a real person,

It was equivalent to having more than a dozen Smicks attacking him. Negri also grew a blade from his left wrist, and his left and right hands danced at the same time. Any Smick who approached would be slashed first.

The phantom's attack became more and more violent, and Negri looked a little tired of dealing with it.

The blade slid across a Smick figure, and after the blade passed through unhindered, Negri twitched the blade to attack other illusions, but the half-layer illusion continued to swing the machete to slash at Negri. If you look closely, you will find that the machete has a layer of phantom.

Just when Smick thought he was going to succeed, Negri's body turned around, ignoring the phantoms where the wrist sword in his left hand held Smick's machete, and his right hand stabbed forward without hesitation.

At the critical moment, Smick sensed something was wrong, and without any hesitation, he adjusted his own rhythm by changing, so that his body changed state at that moment, his body jumped back, and half squatted on the ground to cover his waist, only See that there is already a finger-deep wound there.

Looking at the blood on the blade, Negri shook his head, and if Smick had been slower to react, his wrist sword would have pierced into his heart, not his abdomen.

Smick looked at the bones under his feet, and swung the machete in his hand several times, only to see a pitch-black strip of meat in a section of the bones.

"Although your illusions are very realistic, fakes are fakes. Among them, only you have weight." Negri explained with a smile: "So I gathered an excess of germs in some bones. , hidden in the bones, even the rhythm of your light can't kill them instantly, your stampede will make the bacteria inside change position, thus revealing your position."

Of course, there is one point that Negri didn't tell Smick, that is, Smick's flow of light method is completely useless in front of his perception field, and the slight change of light cannot block the perception field.

So from the very beginning, Smick had no chance of winning against Negri. The situation he showed was naturally that the opponent could win with a little effort, in order to stimulate the opponent's potential, but in essence Negri has always been Dominating the direction of the battle, he has been holding on to a few hole cards.

It is precisely because of such an absolute advantage that Negri will stimulate the potential of his opponents and make various moves. In this world, there is no aura of the protagonist, and under the attribute of desperation, only strength and wisdom can be relied on.

"Then, Smick, continue to show your potential, I'm looking forward to it more and more." Negri said with a smile: "Or just give up and surrender to me."

Smick kept breathing, adjusted his rhythm, looked at Negri on the opposite side, stood up, and prepared to fight again. He didn't want to sink, so he chose to continue fighting.

It is this kind of persistence that makes Negri laugh more happily.