Kurashiki Kuroto just now did not try his best at all. His neural reaction speed has actually exceeded 0.05 seconds, reaching the realm of 0.04 or even 0.03 seconds!
This is his true best effort.
"——Yama no Orochi!"
Use all your strength!
Try your best!
The culmination of a combination of (supernatural reflexes), a stunt that only the swordsman killer Kurashiki Kuroto can accomplish in this world!
In exactly the same moment, eight consecutive slashes were executed!
The lusterless eight-headed white-bone giant snake opened its ferocious fangs and attacked the swordsman, who was as calm as a lake and had no ripples.
This is the qualification of a swordsman killer.
With such qualifications, no swordsman can be his opponent, so he has overwhelming restraint against swordsmen.
——But Jiang Li is not among this group.
At this moment.
In Jiang Li's eyes, the entire world was extremely slow, with a speed of 0.5 or even lower.
Being in such a world, it seems that even my own heart has become peaceful.
His eyes became dark, as if there was a deep pool trapped in it, and once he was sucked in, there was no way to escape.
——The speed of neural response is determined by the transmission speed of neurons.
Neurons, also known as neuron cells, are the most basic structural and functional units of the human nervous system. They have the function of receiving, producing and transmitting senses. All human reactions to the outside world are based on the transmission of neuron cells.
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In other words, the faster the transmission of neuron cells, the faster the human nerve response speed.
The reason why Kurashiki's reflexes are so fast is because his neuron cells are extremely active and can transmit information much faster than ordinary people.
But he was so unlucky.
At this moment.
Because Jiang Li set his reflex speed to exceed that of Kurashiki Tibetan, the activity of the neuron cells in his body suddenly increased, and the speed of transmitting information has exceeded that of Kurashiki Tibetan.
It’s not wrong that Kurashiki Kuroto didn’t try his best, and it’s also true that he could have been faster.
But the power of (absolute speed) is the power of cause and effect. It can reverse all impossibilities and make the phenomenon "Jiang Li is definitely faster than his opponent" a reality.
The faster the opponent is, the faster he is!
The full strength of the Kurashiki Tibetan people will only become the foundation for Jiang Li to surpass himself.
He tried his best.
However, there are not so many truths to explain in this world.
The slashing ability of the causal interference system is notoriously unreasonable.
Jiang Li slowly raised his arm.
He raised his feet and sprinted towards the swordsman killer with a firm pace.
In a state of rapid reflexes, he could clearly feel how heavy his body was, and it was extremely difficult to move as if he were trapped in a swamp.
His weak body simply cannot keep up with his reflex speed at this moment.
But it doesn't matter.
After identifying the blade, there is no need for quick reflexes.
"Buzz——!"
The hand holding the knife suddenly accelerated!
With a sword swing speed faster than the opponent's, he slashed with the sword.
"——Magic Light Blade·Tenjin!"
The shiny silver blade collided with a snake head diagonally above.
"Tsk!"
"Tsk!"
When the blades collided, the sickle and weasel rushed towards Jiang Li, scratching several wounds on Jiang Li's face and body.
But he ignored it, without even blinking. He concentrated all his strength into one sword, and concentrated all the strength of the blade on the collision point.
"Boom——!!"
The bone-white blade was greatly knocked away and crashed into the wooden wall.
This real snake head was revealed, and all other false snake heads turned into mirages and dissipated.
After all, if the point of space folding is not reached, the so-called "eight consecutive cuts in an instant" is a joke!
Jiang Li's hands shook violently.
The shock force of the collision between the blades caused his jaw to split open instantly.
But he didn't even stop for a step. He strode out, crossing the final distance in an instant, and came to Kurashiki Kuroto, whose face was full of astonishment.
"Pfft!"
There was a sound of steel entering flesh.
Two figures passed each other.
There was a sudden silence in the entire dojo.
Both Takahara Kanata and Ayatsuji Ayase opened their eyes wide and looked at the outcome that had been decided on the court.
Jiang Li stood behind Kurashiki Zangren, holding a bloody knife in his hand.
On the blade, there is both Kurashiki Kuroto's blood and his own blood.
"Tick tock!"
Blood drips to the ground.
Kurashiki Kuroto looked down at his chest.
A deep knife mark was embedded in it, and scarlet blood continued to overflow from the body.
Ha...
Lost.
But——
"...It's a really enjoyable fight."
Kurashiki Tibetan raised his head and looked up at the stars at night outside the hollow of the ashram's dome, his face gradually filled with joy.
"The dojo will be returned to you. I will take people out of here. There is no need to wait here any longer."
If he waits any longer, Ayatsuji Ayase will not be able to become the second Ayatsuji Kaito and will not be able to quench the hunger and thirst in his heart.
Moreover, he is already satisfied.
This fight was more exciting than all the previous fights. The two years of waiting were not in vain.
The spiritual equipment dissipated in his hands, Kurashiki Kuroto let out a contented sigh, and then walked out of the dojo, his back disappearing from the eyes of the three people behind him.
"Hey, Claude, why did you collapse suddenly?"
"Isn't this a massive hemorrhage? You were just trying to be brave!"
"He has fainted, call an ambulance!"
In the open space outside the dojo, more than a dozen people hurriedly picked up the unconscious Kurashiki Tibetan and carried him out of the mountain.
"Wait a minute."
But a voice suddenly came from the dojo behind them and fell into the ears of Tanlang students. It was like the God of Death urging them to die, causing them to stop instantly.
"You stay."
Jiang Li appeared at the door of the dojo, gave a mohawk to one of the more than ten students, and nodded his chin.
"...me?"
The mohawk pointed at himself.
After receiving Jiang Li's affirmative answer, a smile uglier than crying appeared on his face.
A dead Taoist friend will never die a poor Taoist.
Upon seeing this, the others quickly carried Kurashiki away, leaving only Mohawk with his head trembling with fear.
Looking at the flattering smile on the mohawk's head, Jiang Li raised his feet and walked up slowly.
The smile on his face gradually became warmer.
"It was you who punched me in the restaurant before and hit me in the face, right?"
"Ah...this..."
Mohawk's head suddenly broke out in cold sweat on his forehead, and his eyes rolled around.
"Bang!"
Before he could think of anything good to say, Jiang Li slashed him with the back of his sword and knocked him to the ground.
"I told you to slap me in the face! I told you to slap me in the face! I don’t know how to write the word death, right...!"
Jiang Li slashed Mo Xigan's face more than ten times in a row, beating him until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, his eyes were full of tears, his teeth were flying everywhere, and he looked disfigured.
"Go away."
With a single order, Mohawk ran away as if he had been granted amnesty.
"Well..."
Guide Yuanfang came behind Jiang Li and couldn't help but think slightly when he saw this.
"Jiang Li, could it be that what you were talking about before was...?"
"Yes."
Jiang Li turned his head, his expression taken as a matter of course.
"He slapped me in the face! Do you want me to settle the matter?"
In Xiajiangli, speak out.
If you encounter something you don't like, you'll have to lick it; if you encounter someone you don't like, you'll have to kill it.