Chapter 259 My lord, a crow feather! (Please vote for me)

"No style"

The proud and noble King of Ancient Brunt whispered these two words.

His slender index finger caressed the wound that was gradually healing inch by inch, as if he was savoring the aftertaste of the move just now.

"The first of a hundred styles."

Black wings stretched out behind Lu Yuan, and a faint aura of death surrounded him. He had completely returned to his normal appearance.

There was still a light golden color in his eyes that had not completely faded away, and his whole person was vaguely immersed in an indescribable and wonderful state.

Nothing is the first of a hundred styles.

Lu Yuan was in a state of urgency given by the countdown in the [Devil] form, the full level combat consciousness of lv3 [Invincible Instinct] and the trigger of lv2 [Flash of Inspiration].

Thinking and understanding reached an unprecedented peak.

He tried to combine the many super-kills and sure-kills he had learned with a bunch of other messy active offensive skills.

Forming a unique killing move that surpasses the super sure kill.

Then he failed.

But it worked again.

Failure is a long way from finding out that this is an impossible goal.

No one can unify the different skills on different panels.

At least he can't do it at this stage, even if his thinking and understanding improves tenfold.

The key to success is that Lu Yuan found a new way and found a new way of thinking——

If complete blending is not possible, then just take a part, a small part, or even a point of each move.

If you can't get even one point, then trace back to the origin of this move until you get that point.

then.

This is how this finishing skill was born.

Lu Yuan's chest was filled with a touch of pride and joy.

Not only because the birth of [Wushi] successfully broke through the defense of Gubrent, the king of pretentiousness, passed the test and slapped him in the face.

Also because the process of deducing this move allowed him to discover skill areas beyond super-kill, and provided him with many new and higher-level martial arts ideas.

""The Illustration of the God of War" is no longer just a fantasy, maybe one day I can actually realize it."

Lu Yuan thought silently, with many inspirations and ideas surging in his heart.

"Nice move."

The handsome man's aftertaste of [No Style] ended, and the wounds on his body healed.

He looked at Lu Yuan with admiration and said.

"It is extremely rare for you to have skills that are close to surpassing those of mortals."

It was obviously a compliment, but it sounded awkward to Lu Yuan's ears.

The little pride and joy that filled my heart quickly faded away, as if it had been poured with cold water.

Lu Yuan frowned, took a breath, and said to the handsome man calmly: "Give me a chance and do it again."

"Um?"

The handsome man was surprised and puzzled, "Why?

You have passed my test, now it is time to receive the reward."

Lu Yuan shook his head: "But I want to do it again, this time aiming at your face.

The way you act cool is really annoying.”

""

"Uh-huh"

Somewhere several kilometers away from the battlefield, the three members of Xie Jun's team had just recovered from the trance and confusion caused by the golden light that cut their sight.

Immediately afterwards, I saw clearly how far it would take to return to normalcy.

Then

"Boom!" sounded.

My brain completely exploded.

All the doubts, speculations, and denials accumulated before were confirmed at this moment and turned into reality.

They looked at it for a long time.

With his pure martial arts skills, he first tore apart a walking-level arakkoa with his hands, and then forcibly crushed and killed another person under the siege of four walking-level arakkoa.

After that, he fought with the seemingly invincible man who jumped out of the black dome, and finally injured him.

Such an existence has long been defined in their hearts as the ultimate monster.

It’s actually a long way away?!

The god-blood who refused to join their team and was described by them privately as a "pure novice who knows nothing", "a prince who rose to power by virtue of his background" and "a hindrance" has a long way to go?!

"With such a newcomer who knows nothing, the success rate of our operation will be greatly reduced!"

"I don't want our entire team to be babysitters!"

"Haha, luckily that kid didn't come in, otherwise our operation wouldn't have been so smooth."

"Let's take him with us after the mission is completed. For Lao Song's sake."

""

The comments that several people had made about Lu Yuan were constantly rolling in their minds, and all the words and scenes came to mind.

A certain moment.

Xie Jun and the others, who were stunned on the spot, seemed to see a huge palm suddenly appear in the air in front of them.

"Huhu——"

Whistling, he slapped them hard on the face.

The slap made each of their heads buzz, and the sides of their cheeks were as hot as if they had been branded with a soldering iron.

"Forehead"

Han Xun stood in mid-air, staring intently at the two people talking in the distance.

But in his eyes, only the evil one could detect the wound on the chest of the handsome man with "???" written all over it.

"he got hurt"

Han Xun looked stunned.

"How? Why?"

The fleeting golden light he had seen before kept flashing in Han Xun's mind.

Every time I think about it, there seems to be an inexplicable throbbing in my heart.

He tried to replace either of the two people in the distance.

But no matter how many times I deduce it in my mind.

Change position.

They all seem to get the same result——

"call--"

"call--"

Han Xun took a deep breath, and his right hand holding the ice-blue sword loosened and tightened it many times.

Finally, a trace of complexity and decadence emerged from his eyes.

The handsome man looked at Lu Yuan with a somewhat astonished expression.

Looking at the serious look on his face, it seems that he will really take action again in the next moment, and use [No Style] on his face.

A smile appeared on the handsome man's face for the first time.

"Next time."

He spoke softly.

Then his whole body stretched completely and his figure gradually dropped.

The stagnant death air vortex between heaven and earth seems to be turning again, and endless black death air gathers.

Lu Yuan felt all these changes and was slightly frightened. He frowned and wondered what the pretentious king in front of him was trying to do.

Sudden

He saw the handsome man in front of him kneel down quietly when he dropped to a height parallel to his feet.

He put one hand on his chest, bowed his head in a respectful manner like a courtier, and said softly: "My lord."

"??!"

The road was far away as if struck by lightning, and the whole person was stunned on the spot.

Countless exclamation marks and question marks flashed through my mind in an instant.
To be continued...