Virtue is Abundant

tick.

tick.

Blood dripped from his nose.

Davier supported the ground with his hands, looking at the blood dripping on the ground, his expression was a little dull.

——I was clearly diving in the sky, why did I appear on the ground all of a sudden?

"wrong."

He drank, his expression changed slightly, and he immediately put on a defensive stance.

I saw that this is indeed the town of Sara.

I was standing on the street outside the bar.

Wu Xiaode stood on the other side of the street.

Everyone else disappeared.

The world is filled with a great silence, as if no one has made a sound here for thousands of years.

"It's really surprising... What was that punch just now? I felt the immeasurable robbery power, but in the end it was different from the robbery power."

Darwell said.

"You can guess slowly, but I won't say." Wu Xiaode said lightly.

In fact, based on the immeasurable calamity power, the power of thousands of heroes, and the power of death, he sacrificed various skills such as inheritance, descent, and power, and finally this attack-type death skill was born— —

"angry".

Davel moved his body and said in a preaching tone:

"It looks like this is a clumsy and rough parallel world. I guess you put the battlefield here because you are afraid of hurting innocent people?"

Wu Xiaode didn't speak, just snapped his fingers.

I saw blood bars and soul power bars of the same length appearing above their heads at the same time.

at the same time--

Their hands and feet were shackled.

In the middle of the street, a vertical pupil quietly emerged, making a buzzing sound:

"I am obliged to explain this fight."

Wu Xiaode and Davier looked at the vertical pupil at the same time.

"In this battle, as humans, both sides have the same blood volume and soul power;"

"Agility, same strength, same attack power;"

"Consistent physical strength;"

"The attack power of all spells has been reduced to three blocks of blood damage; cold weapons only have normal cold weapon damage;"

"—The person whose blood bar is empty first will definitely die."

"Once you try to escape, the shackles will immediately pull you back to the battlefield."

"Please fight to the death with all your strength!"

"Now, both parties please step forward."

"preparation."

"The battle begins!"

Vertical pupil flew into the air and looked down.

Davier listened quietly, with a smile on his face and said:

"The attack power of all spells is the same? In other words, the power of spells has been greatly weakened."

As he spoke, he squeezed the handshackles and shackles hard, but found that he couldn't squeeze them at all.

——There must be immeasurable calamity in it.

And something else.

Damn breeding.

He raised his head again, looking at the blood and soul power bars above his head.

——If he hadn't been hit by this technique, then this kid wouldn't have any chance of surviving.

pity--

He punched himself on the bridge of the nose.

This technique also completely hit him.

If you want to untie it, you must follow the rules.

hell!

Davel took a deep breath, looked at Wu Xiaode with cold eyes:

"Honestly speaking, I have fought with countless strong human beings, and I have also used countless fighting methods to destroy their confidence. I have never lost a single defeat."

"Forget it, I'll kill you by fighting."

Wu Xiaode didn't speak, just took out the glove and put it on his hand.

"Punch? Ridiculous."

After Darwell finished speaking, he rushed towards Wu Xiaode in a flash.

Wu Xiaode took a step forward, threw his fist to meet——

Boom.

Davel kicked him out.

Wu Xiaode dragged a long line of dust on the ground like a gourd rolling on the ground, and finally stood up again.

The blood bar on his head dropped one-twentieth.

Davier folded his arms, independent on one leg, and said with a smile:

"Close-to-hand combat, in my opinion, is just a play—"

"I'll play you to death anytime!"

He jumped up lightly and rushed towards Wu Xiaode again.

Wu Xiaode greeted him with both fists.

The two sides exchanged fists and kicks and fought more than a dozen moves in a row.

Wu Xiaode was suddenly punched in the chest again, his whole body was thrown into the air, and he retreated seven or eight meters in a row.

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

On top of his head, the health bar dropped again by about three-twentieths.

—He has lost four-twentieths of his blood.

But his soul power is still full.

On the other hand, Davier's head is full of blood, but his soul power has dropped by four-twentieths.

"I remembered..."

Davill revealed the color of memory, and said softly: "Your boxing style is very similar to a person I defeated back then, as if...he is called the Emperor of Man."

"Are you his heir?"

Wu Xiaode wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, smiled, didn't speak, just put his fists on the spot, held his breath and rested.

Davel looked impatient.

That's right, I like to talk when I'm fighting. This is a way to mobilize the atmosphere and make a destruction more stylish.

The other party was like a dirt dog, being beaten without making a sound.

"Whether it is skill or experience, I am much better than you—"

"I've lost interest in this battle," Davill said with dismay, "Forget it, I'll kill you in one go."

With graceful steps, he rushed towards Wu Xiaode seemingly slowly but really fast.

Wu Xiaode greeted with fists——

The distance between the two was getting closer and closer, and they quickly approached the enemy.

Davier shouted violently:

"You can't even block my random punch! Go to hell!"

Boom.

Another punch hit Wu Xiaode's chest hard.

The blood bar drops again!

But this time, Wu Xiaode was not sent flying.

He didn't block at all, but tightly grasped the opponent's wrist with one hand, and the other hand went around the opponent's elbow from below, pinched Davill's wrist from the other side, and gave a hard farewell——

Joint skills!

Just hearing a "click", Davier's arm was broken directly.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Darwell let out a high-pitched scream.

——It is the supreme lord of the catastrophe, the demon king who destroys all living beings, and has always been invincible.

Even in the face of other robbers, he has never been injured like this, and he has never felt such a painful pain.

It suddenly reacted.

The strongest part of this technique is not in fighting, but in pulling oneself to the level of a mortal.

——I will feel the pain of mortals in battle!

With a calm expression, Wu Xiaode dragged his broken arm and pulled him towards his arms.

"Don't even think about—"

Davier snarled, and bumped towards Wu Xiaode with his left knee.

Wu Xiaode is still unstoppable.

He also raised his right knee and slammed into the opponent's crotch with all his strength.

Boom.

Boom.

Two voices.

Wu Xiaode was hit on the stomach by this fierce knee, and blood spurted out of his mouth again.

Darwell was severely smashed into the crotch.

"Hiss—ah!!!!"

When had he ever experienced such pain?

Even if it is divided according to the level of pain, this kind of heart-breaking pain is also ranked first!

Darwell had no time to relieve the pain.

At this time, if one is distracted by the pain, it will be the end of defeat.

No matter how you get out of pain, you have to hold back!

Davier was in a cold sweat from the pain, but he gritted his teeth and punched the opponent with all his might.

Wu Xiaode is still unstoppable.

He also swung his fist and hit Davier.

The two stood in place, completely ignoring defense, and hit each other's body with all their strength.

Boom.

thump thump——

dripping with blood and sweat.

Finally, the powerful anti-shock force made both of them take a step back.

"The boy is quite kind, but in the matter of fighting, skill can cause more damage, and you will lose." Davill panted.

"I don't think so." Wu Xiaode said.

"The last punch will send you back to the west." Davier took a step forward.

Wu Xiaode rushed towards the opponent without showing any weakness.

The next moment.

Davier suddenly pulled out a long knife from the void, and stabbed at Wu Xiaode's chest.

"Hahaha, you were fooled, you deserve to die!"

He laughed wildly.

But he stopped laughing immediately.

Because Wu Xiaode also has a long knife in his hand.

Knife against knife.

The two thought of going together!

"Damn boy."

Davier gritted his teeth and stabbed at Wu Xiaode with all his knives in his hands.

Wu Xiaode didn't look at his saber at all, just held the saber and stabbed at his chest.

In the blink of an eye——

Seeing that the two knives were about to pierce each other's chest——

Block it.

Why doesn't he block my knife?

This is a murderous knife, if you don't block it, you will be stabbed.

Why not defend?

Does he feel no pain? Or do you want to die together?

If you don't stop at all--

Then both will die.

In this kind of fighting, what's the point of having more skills?

Darwell's mind went blank.

Maybe it was because of the piercing pain coming from his crotch, maybe it was because of the fear of the blade, in short——

His knife was an inch off.

puff.

The double knives pierced the chests of both sides.

The blood on Wu Xiaode's chest came out and soaked through his clothes quickly.

But the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

——This blow missed the heart!

On the other hand, Davill moved his body subconsciously at the last moment.

——The Butterfly Soul Knife didn't even stab his heart!

Both sides lost three bars of blood.

——A tie again!

At the same moment, Wu Xiaode opened his eyes wide and looked at the other party without blinking.

anyone.

animal.

Or a sentient being.

Being pierced through the chest with a knife will inevitably make some kind of subconscious reaction.

How would Darwell react?

Wu Xiaode is waiting.

The breeze blows.

Davier's figure twitched slightly.

——After all, it has never really suffered such a serious injury as a human being. At this moment, it felt a deep and severe pain, and its whole body couldn't help but stiffen.

hope.

This ray of hope was caught by Wu Xiaode.

The killing intent on Wu Xiaode's body suddenly erupted like a mountain torrent.

——He waited for this momentary opportunity!

In order to become a ghost, he had been stabbed in the chest by a knife countless times. Not to mention his familiarity, at least his body's instinctive reaction could be completely restrained.

If the opponent doesn't hold back——

"die!"

The young man drank in a low voice, let the knife penetrate his body inch by inch, and rushed towards Davel with big strides without hesitation.

The wild sword at his waist was drawn out.

There was a flash of cold light!

Blood sprayed all over the ground with the wind.

A human head flew up.

Complete disbelief appeared on the face of the human head, as if he didn't believe in his ending at all.

Clang.

The head fell to the ground.

Wu Xiaode was covered in blood, with a knife stuck in his chest, he barely landed on the ground with the sword pillar in his hand, gasping for breath.

He looked up at the vertical pupil in mid-air.

The vertical pupil buzzed:

"The battle is over."

"Winner: Wu Xiaode."