Chapter 428 What Is 1000 Minus 7?

In an instant, he restrained all his mental power and even his momentum.

intent to attack,

The sharp black knife,

The power of thought flowing on the surface of the body...

Everything is restrained in one moment and revealed in the next.

In this process of change, the sword rises and falls...

Just like this, when time almost stopped, the rapier in Feitan's hand was easily cut apart.

In itself, a person with telekinesis ability is most vulnerable when in the state of "zetsu", so it is impossible to suddenly use "zeta" in offense and defense.

That will undoubtedly put you at risk of losing your life at any time.

But this extremely risky approach seems to be the condition for Moyu to take action.

Tick ​​tock, tick tock——

Blood flowed from the gash on Feitan's cheek and dripped onto the ground.

Not paying attention to the wounds on his face, Feitan struggled to suppress the shock in his heart.

Although I really don’t want to admit it, the knife just now——

For a moment, Feitan had the idea of ​​abandoning his sword.

But Feitan quickly adjusted his mentality, calmed his breathing a little, raised the broken sword in front of his chin, and gently pressed the index finger of his other hand against the broken edge of the rapier.

As a person who likes to torture others, Feitan's heart is cold and hard.

No matter how the cowardice and fear in the depths of human nature bloomed before his eyes, he was as indifferent as if he were watching an ant being dismembered into dozens of pieces, without any emotion or reaction in his heart.

However, Feitan's extreme personality is actually like a spring that keeps tightening...

Once the critical point is reached, it will transform from a calm inner mind that cannot be touched by anything to an extreme appearance that wants to burn everything down.

Feitan looked at Moyou with cold eyes.

He was not convinced.

Moyu turned around and looked at Feitan.

To be more precise, he was looking at the knife wound on Feitan's cheek.

There was a wisp of black hyphae spreading out from the wound, but it was spreading very slowly.

This shows that Feitan quickly calmed down his emotions after breaking the sword and put himself in a relatively calm state.

This was a bit beyond Moyu's expectation.

He thought that cutting off the rapier would make Feitan furious and shorten the growth time of "Kingka Suigetsu"'s hyphae.

But he didn't expect Feitan to calm down so quickly.

"It doesn't matter, it's just enough for me to feel better again."

Moyu looked calm and whispered in his heart.

Immediately, he slowly raised the black knife as before, but did not take the initiative to attack.

The insights and experiences derived from the Hundred-Style Guanyin allowed his sword skills to reach a higher level.

But precisely because of the influence of Bai Shi Guanyin, the form of moves has a very strong Bai Shi Guanyin style.

From "Jue" to "Fa", and then to the sword.

This process is the prayer gesture of Guanyin in front of her palms.

The difference between the two is that Moyo needs to take higher risks.

After all, Moyu only has one black sword, unlike Baishi Guanyin, which has multiple arms and can create unlimited combinations of moves between offense and defense.

If Feitan was faster than him just now, then he doesn't have the super high error tolerance rate brought by the infinite combination of moves like Baishi Guanyin.

The most intuitive outcome is to be killed by Feitan's sword.

despite this--

Moyu's thoughts are clear and his mood is smooth.

Now, he is not afraid of risks and just wants to use Feitan to stabilize this looming state.

When Feitan saw Moyu raising the knife, a chill flashed across his narrow eyes.

Even if the brigade loses...

He wants to win too!

Feitan suddenly took action and disappeared like a ghost.

Its speed is so fast that it is difficult to see with the naked eye.

Moyu gripped the black knife tightly and instantly entered the state of "absolute".

At this moment, everything in front of me suddenly became slow.

You can clearly see the specks of dust in the flying smoke, and you can also see Feitan's almost blurry black figure.

"Heart Drop Boxing Listen"

This word came to Moyu's mind for no reason.

Immediately——

In the state of enlightenment brought by Baishi Guanyin, Moyu's body surface surged with mental power, and the black knife that disappeared in an instant reappeared in his hand.

Raise the knife and chop it down.

The blade of the lingering telepathy struck at the trajectory of Feitan's attack.

Feitan's pupils shrank sharply, and the black sword light passed by him.

laugh--

A blood arrow sprayed out of thin air in mid-air.

The next moment, Feitan revealed his figure more than ten meters behind Moyu.

I saw a gap in the trench coat at his waist, and the bright red wound inside could be seen.

Apparently——

Feitan was defeated in the previous confrontation again, and was slashed in the waist by Mo Yu's seemingly slow and fast sword.

Blood gurgled from the wound on Feitan's waist, and wisps of black hyphae quietly crawled out of the wound along with the blood, spreading towards the surroundings.

Feitan couldn't see the black hyphae that was spreading quietly, and his eyes filled with sinister intent stared at Moyu.

after all--

What's going on?

When taking action, one can clearly see Moyu closing his sperm hole and entering the "absolute" state.

At that moment, as long as the broken sword in his hand moved forward a little, he could cut off Moyu's lifeline at will.

But how could the sudden surge of telekinesis and the sudden appearance of the black knife be faster than him in that situation?

His senses were twisted like hemp rope, causing Feitan to have many messy thoughts in his head.

He couldn't understand this phenomenon.

To be more precise, she had never encountered such a move before.

Moyu slowly turned around and looked at Feitan calmly.

"So slow."

He waved the black knife casually.

Feitan looked at Moyu's careless look, and a nameless anger suddenly rose in his heart.

The edge of the battle circle.

Bisiji looked at Moyu with surprise.

She thought Moyu was too reckless, but after seeing Moyu hurt Feitan with two knives...

Even though she was used to big storms, her heart couldn't help but tremble.

"Heart drop fist listen...?"

Moyu's telekinesis form from static to dynamic made Bisiji aware of some signs.

If she hadn't had Alzheimer's disease, she almost thought it was President Netero standing there.

After all, that kind of telekinesis form that was so quiet that there was no trace of flow, and the terrifying speed between static and dynamic...

Bisiji had only seen it in President Netero.

Somewhere in the world.

A dirty, messy and noisy food stall.

Jin saw Moyu's two knives through the live broadcast, and he subconsciously straightened his upper body.

Kate next to him was keenly aware of his master's small movements, and couldn't help but turn his head to look over.

"Tsk..."

Jin raised his hand to his stubble-covered chin, and his eyes were full of strange colors.

As the founder of the game "Greed Island", Jin can be said to be knowledgeable.

In the huge and strange system of mind abilities, being able to replicate other people's mind abilities is rare, but it is not surprising.

Jin knew that the mask was the key mind tool for Moyu to use the Hundred-style Guanyin, and he could also infer from this that this kind of mind tool must require the full cooperation of the original ability user before the effect is perfected.

Otherwise, the reproduction and restoration degree cannot reach that level.

And judging from the phenomenon and process of the disappearance of the mask, it is likely that it is the same as the mind tool made by the "Daydreamer", which not only has uncontrollable randomness, but is also a disposable consumable.

So——

The manifestation of the Hundred-style Guanyin might shock and amaze those people of the Twelve Earthly Branches.

But for Jin, it was at most surprising and interesting.

But now seeing Moyu's two swords...

Jin realized that Moyu not only used a disposable tool to replicate the ability of the Hundred-style Guanyin, but also replicated Netero's unique understanding of the ability of the Hundred-style Guanyin.

Then this understanding, which may take decades to condense, was integrated into the swordsmanship that barely reached the second-rate level.

This is what makes Jin feel magical.

"Good guy..."

Jin stroked his chin and sighed in a low voice.

Kate looked at her master's reaction and asked a little bit of a spoiler:

"Master, that seems to be a defensive counterattack skill with 'Absolute' as a prerequisite. If facing more than one enemy, this move will only put yourself in danger, right?"

"Yeah."

Jin did not refute Kate's opinion, but...

"But this is just the 'beginning'."

"Yeah?"

Kate didn't understand.

Competition venue.

There was anger burning in Feitan's chest.

"Faster."

"Before his 'Jue' ends..."

As his thoughts turned, Feitan attacked Moyu again.

His figure was still like a ghost, disappearing out of thin air, leaving only a dangerous airflow.

After two consecutive failures, Feitan increased his speed in the third attack.

Anger, as an emotion, can inspire stronger power from the Psychic user.

But the premise is that it cannot be controlled by emotions.

Moyu's reaction of saying "really slow" casually was a kind of contempt revealed on the surface in Feitan's eyes, and the anger outlined by it became a fuel for him at the moment.

Go faster, faster!

And then kill him!

With this in mind, Feitan's broken sword in his hand, with an unstoppable momentum, went straight to Moyu's vitals.

However, the result did not change.

Tsk!

A ghostly black afterimage passed over Moyu's body, but only a streak of blood was scattered nearby.

Feitan sped up, but still failed to hit Moyu's death line. Instead, he was slashed by Moyu's sword, leaving an oblique knife wound on his chest.

Still not enough -

Not fast enough!

Feitan was a little crazy, his facial features slightly twisted.

He could feel...

If he was just a little faster, he could take Moyu's life.

He didn't even look at the wound on his chest, and his feet turned and his body shot towards Moyu like lightning.

Swish -

As the black shadows intertwined, another bright bloodstain appeared on the ground nearby.

Feitan showed his figure, and the windbreaker he was wearing had a bloody gap.

But in terms of the injury, it was not as serious as the previous two knives.

This shows that Moyu's "momentum" is not as sharp as before, so the power of his moves has obviously decreased.

Or maybe his speed-up method began to make Moyu feel powerless.

In any case——

Feitian could clearly feel that he had touched Moyu's death line.

Moyu looked at Feitan, whose momentum had recovered, and said calmly: "Do you feel that the 'opportunity' has come?"

"..."

Feitian said nothing, holding the broken sword in front of him, and his left index finger lightly touched the still sharp blade, silently accumulating strength for the next attack.

Moyu also held the black knife in front of him and continued: "Your feeling is right, so you have to thank your companions. They worked very hard and exhausted my potential energy at the cost of their lives."

"..."

Feitan's pupils shrank, and he immediately understood what this so-called "opportunity" represented.

Swish——

Feitan's killing intent surged, and his figure disappeared from the spot.

The next moment,

He had already crossed a distance of more than ten meters and swung the broken sword towards Moyu's carotid artery.

Moyou lowered his eyes, turned his wrist, and the black sword struck Feitan's broken sword like a stream of light.

Clang!

As sparks burst out, the energy transmitted from the black knife forcefully knocked Feitan out.

The escaping energy tore several slender scars on Feitan's face, and drops of blood slowly seeped out from the ends of the scars.

Feitan jumped back and fell from a low altitude. He pressed his feet against the ground and stabilized his body.

Immediately afterwards, Feitan's heels pushed hard against the ground. As soon as he stabilized his body, it turned into a black thunder again, carrying the coldness of the broken sword and hitting Moyu not far away.

Before that, he vaguely heard what Moyu was saying.

But he didn't pay attention. His whole body was like a sharp sword, slashing through Moyu's body with lightning speed.

laugh--

Another figure passed by each other, and a stab wound appeared on Feitan's waist and abdomen.

After many speed-up attacks, it seems that I have returned to the starting point...

"What is 1000 minus 7?"

After finishing another attack, Feitan finally heard clearly what Moyu was saying.

But he didn't understand the meaning of Moyu's sudden question.

only--

Moyu's casual, casual and contemptuous attitude.

It was like a prairie fire burning his heart all the time.

"Absolutely...I will kill you...!"

Feitan couldn't bear this kind of frustration, and his eyes were full of killing intent as if he wanted to pull Moyu's muscles out.

If Feitan could see the existence of black hyphae at this moment, then he would see vine-like hyphae spreading in many places on his body.

Feitan couldn't see it, so driven by anger and murderous intent, he attacked Moyu again.

This is his fastest attack ever!

Time seems to stand still at this moment...

After Feitan drew his sword, he finally had a wonderful feeling that he was about to break through the black sword.

And when time passes the flow rate returns to normal.

The half-broken thin sword flew across Moyu's right shoulder, and shot a blood arrow upward with an inaudible sound.

Success——

Feitan crossed Moyu, and the anger accumulated in his chest finally had a way to vent.

But the next second.

Feitan felt the pain belatedly.

His figure was revealed, and he looked at his right hand in slight shock.

Half of the palm was cut off, and half of the sword flew forward.

"What is 1000 minus 7?"

At this time, Moyu didn't pay attention to the wound on his shoulder, casually removed the black knife, and asked the question again with calm eyes.

Feitan lowered his head slightly, his face covered with heavy clouds.

The anger that had just been vented became even more intense at this moment.

never mind--

Feitan knew that he had lost completely.

In this case, let this anger vent out freely.

As for what Moyu meant by "What is 1,000 minus 7?" he was not interested.

Anyway...

Next, everything will be burned.

What Feitan didn’t know was,

The words Moyu said would represent the way he died.

"嘁Karuchi..."

Feitan raised his hand to wipe away the blood flowing to the corner of his mouth, and seemed to be talking to himself in an awkward and weird language.

Half of his hand was cut off, and the broken sword was also thrown away.

This is undoubtedly a verdict of Feitan's failure in Chi Guoguo.

But it doesn’t matter anymore…

For Feitan now, all he needs to do is kill Moyu!