"Although my willpower is as solid as a rock and will not change even after a thousand years, I think that if I want to be the dominant person of everything, my willpower is not enough. Your character of insisting on your own beliefs in the face of temptation is exactly what I always need."

Negri looked at Smik and said with a smile: "As a reward for making me praise, I will suppress my physical fitness, make my strength and speed reach the peak of humanity, and do not use the ability to control things. If you can defeat me, I will let you go, and it is not impossible to cooperate with your Majesty."

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

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

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

"The reason you can discover me is by relying on the things floating in the air." Smik's voice came out: "They are all over the space, so even if I hide my body, you can judge my position and even movements through the division of these things in the air."

"I have seen through these little tricks of you, Negri." Smik retreated back and gradually revealed his figure, and more and more Smiks showed his figure.

"The flow method 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 are clearly like humans, but they give people the feeling of being like suns. All the spreading bacteria close to the illusion are eliminated by the rhythm of light.

"In this way, you can't pass the rhythm, so I'm real or fake." More than a dozen Smiks stood in different positions, and his voice seemed to have been processed in some way, making it impossible to tell where it was coming from.

"It's really a good deal, Smik." Negri praised, "Show more potential and make your soul more delicious."

Negri raised his right hand and rushed towards Smiks. He also said that he would do it, suppressing his physical fitness to the peak of humanity. Although it was still incredibly fast, it was no longer the kind of thing that made people not have time to react.

More than a dozen Smiks came over, and these illusions were particularly realistic, and Negri could not tell the truth or falsehood. The real Smiks were mixed in. If one of them was not in a hurry to deal with it, the other party would succeed.

The first Smik rushed over without hesitation and raised his scimitar to slash at Nageri. Nageri held his wrist and sword to resist, but found that Nageri passed through his body, just a fantasy.

Then while Negri raised his hand to deal with it, several Smiks raised their scimitars at the same time to attack from different angles and deal with the attack of this person. The others could not be dealt with. Once they chose to deal with the fantasy attack, the real Smik would face the unprepared Nygri.

But the next moment, five fingers of Negri's left hand exploded together, and the dark liquid sputtered from his fingers towards Smik around him, and all the liquid penetrated through. As it turned out, all of these attacks were illusions.

"Are you so cautious?" Negri said in surprise. He had thought of this kind of test method just now. If Smik was really in the illusions of attack just now, Negri would have swung a fatal blow to kill him without hesitation.

Smik did not answer, and more than a dozen phantoms kept exchanging positions, occasionally overlapping and separating backwards, making it impossible to tell whether that was true or false, and then two groups kept launching attacks from different directions.

If you can't be sure of that one is an illusion and that one is a real person, it is equivalent to a dozen Smiks attacking him. Nageri also had a sword blade on his left wrist, and his left and right hands danced at the same time. Any Smik who approached would be cut by a sword first.

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

The sword blade passed through a Smik figure. After the sword blade passed through without any obstacles, Negri twitched the sword blade to attack other illusions, but this half-layer illusion continued to wave the scimitar to slash at Negri. If you look closely, you will find that the scimitar has a scimitar.

Just when Smik thought he was going to succeed, Nageri's body turned, ignoring the illusion of the wrist sword in his left hand, holding Smik's scimitar, and stabbed forward without hesitation with his right hand.

At the critical moment, Smik noticed something was wrong and did not hesitate at all. He adjusted his own rhythm through changes, so that his body could change his state at that moment. His body jumped backwards and half-squatted on the ground to cover his waist. He saw that there was a wound deep in his fingers there.

Looking at the blood on the blade, Negri shook his head. If Smik's reaction was slower, his wrist sword would pierce his heart, not his abdomen.

Smik looked at the bones under his feet and waved the scimitar in his hand a few times, and saw a piece of bone with a pitch-black flesh strip.

"Although your illusions are very realistic, the fake ones are fake. Among them, only you have weight." Negri explained with a smile: "So I have gathered excessive bacteria among some bones and hidden in them. Even if your rhythm of light is shaking, it cannot kill them instantly. Your trampling will cause the bacteria inside to change their position, thus exposing your position."

Of course, there is one thing that Negri did not tell Smik, that is, Smik's light flow method is completely useless in front of his perceived scene. Just light changes cannot block the perceived field.

So from the beginning, Smik had no chance of winning against Negri. The situation he showed was naturally the way his opponent could win by working a little harder, which was used to stimulate the opponent's potential. However, in essence, Negri always dominated the direction of the battle, and he kept holding several trump cards tightly.

It is precisely because of this absolute advantage that Negri will stimulate the potential of his opponent and make various unreliable moves. In this world, there is no protagonist aura. Under the unlucky attributes, only strength and wisdom can be relied on.

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

Smik kept breathing, adjusting his rhythm, looking at Negri opposite him, stood up and prepared for the battle again. He was unwilling to sink, so he chose to continue fighting.

It is this persistence that makes Negri smile more pleasantly.
Chapter completed!