"The good show you are referring to is... Gang Leader Fang hiding his clumsiness?"
The masked man asked in disbelief.
He can be Zhao Wuyan's confidant, so naturally he cannot be a stupid person.
But with his knowledge and vision, it was the limit to believe that Fang Rui's injury was intentional to lure the remaining three people to join him.
"Yes." Zhao Wuyan was unwilling to let go of the details and raised the telescope again. While carefully observing the ring in the distance, he said:
"Do you think that Fang Rui's ability to defeat many enemies without getting hurt is all due to his miraculous physical skills?"
"Is not it?"
"Not entirely." Zhao Wuyan shook his head gently:
"It is undeniable that the details of his footsteps are indeed very beautiful, and his physical skills are indeed very high, but if he only has these, facing the encirclement and suppression of six people at the beginning is already his limit."
"This subordinate is stupid, please let me know from the city lord." The masked man asked humbly for advice.
"This has nothing to do with whether you are stupid or not, because it is purely a matter of vision. The main reason why Fang Rui can do all this is because he has enough vision."
“You mean, Gang Leader Fang’s vision is comparable to yours at such a young age?”
"Comparable? In terms of vision in this area, I might not be as good as him... After all, if I were on the same level as him, I wouldn't be able to do as well as he does."
"How can this be?"
"Don't believe it. When a master fights, what matters is his ability to spot the moves and his quick eyesight. Many times, the level of vision determines the outcome.
It is precisely because Fang Rui's vision in the field of combat is so high that it is far superior to all of us, so he is able to fool everyone around us with such ease."
After Zhao Wuyan finished speaking, he knew that the masked man must have many questions to ask, so he continued to explain without waiting for the latter to ask questions:
"Because his fighting vision is high enough, he can predict the subsequent development in advance before those twenty or so losers make moves, so he can easily escape everyone's siege. It is precisely because of his fighting vision
He is high enough, so he knows what kind of choices can make the audience feel that he has reached the limit to the greatest extent, thereby deceiving everyone.
Yes, all of these people include me. If he hadn't deliberately injured himself to induce the last three people to join the battle, as I predicted, I would even be like you, more inclined to believe his previous rhetoric, the so-called
One against twenty-four or twenty-five is just a gimmick deliberately created by relying on superb physical skills.
After all, if he can fight one against twenty-five, he is already strong enough. Whether he can defeat them all is not that important.
But the injury he did intentionally made me realize that this kid might be much scarier than I thought.
Because under the siege of so many people, it is not difficult to get injured, but it is definitely difficult to get hurt as much as you want without the rhythm of your own dodge being completely disordered.
Therefore, even though I don’t want to believe it and it’s hard to believe, the most likely result from my analysis is that this kid has been hiding his clumsiness!
What he said about letting twenty-five people go together is not what we imagined, or in other words, we are more willing to believe and accept that one versus twenty-five will not be defeated, but that one versus twenty-five will be crushed.
Pressure.”
"Crush...crush?! This is really possible..." The masked man subconsciously wanted to continue raising his questions, but was interrupted by Zhao Wuyan.
"Stop talking nonsense! Look good! This kid is about to start!"
"Bang!" After hearing Zhao Wuyan's words, the masked man quickly picked up the telescope to assist in viewing. However, due to his excessive emotion, the telescope collided with his mask.
However, at this time, he had no intention of caring about whether the telescope or mask was damaged by such a collision.
Because within his field of vision, Fang Rui, who had persisted for nearly a minute surrounded by twenty-four people, suddenly changed his body rhythm.
To be precise, it should be that Fang Rui's speed suddenly became faster.
When Fang Rui faced the head-on attacks from three challengers holding knives, swords, and iron whips, he suddenly accelerated as if an accelerator button had been pressed.
One took the initiative and stepped forward. Before the attacks of the three challengers formed an encirclement, he instantly got close to the chest of the middle man. While thrusting forward with his shoulders against the man's chest, he stretched out his left and right hands respectively, pulling accurately and skillfully.
For a moment, the attackers of the challengers on the left and right sides.
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
Then five screams sounded instantly. The two people behind Fang Rui were about to sneak attack, but he pulled the weapons in their hands and stabbed them. Several figures who were about to attack Fang Rui from left to right were also because of his sudden advance.
, and suddenly pulled, hitting the two people he was pulling by mistake.
The worst thing was that the person he hit in the chest was not only used as a shield by him to block some of the attacks that came directly in front of him, but he was also vomited directly because of the terrible impact coming from his shoulder.
A big mouthful of blood.
This mouthful of blood was even mixed with some lumpy internal organ fragments, which showed how bad the situation inside his chest was.
But this operation of using rhythm changes to instantly kill five people was just the beginning of Fang Rui's counterattack.
Taking advantage of the shock that the sudden loss of five people brought to the entire besieging team, Fang Rui rushed towards the surrounding team beside him like a hungry tiger pouncing on food, using his whole body as a weapon, using postures that were unimaginable for ordinary people and even cursers, and in an instant
Hitting the vital parts of six people, he achieved astonishing results, with three dead, two wounded and one unconscious.
This wasn't the end yet. In just a few seconds of counterattack, Fang Rui had defeated nearly half of the challengers' team and charged towards the remaining thirteen people.
And under the almost eyes-broken gazes of the audience, he harvested the lives of the remaining thirteen challengers, or in other words, the desperate ones, with ease.
"Please don't kill me! Can't I just admit defeat?! I don't want to die yet! Please don't kill me! I kneel down for you!"
Relying on his agility and foresight to turn around and run away the moment Fang Rui instantly killed five people, the scholar-looking Dugu Qiuzi became the last one to survive among the remaining thirteen challengers.
However, his current performance of kneeling on the ground and kowtowing crazily is quite different from his impressive name.
"When you besieged me just now, you were the most ruthless. Now you know how to beg for mercy?"
"I know! I know I was wrong! From now on I will abandon martial arts and follow literature, eat fast and chant Buddha's name, and I will never commit murder again in this life!"
"But don't you have a blood feud with me?"
"I made it all up. If you are so compassionate, why would you care about a villain like me and form a grudge?"
"It seems to make some sense."
"Then... uh uh..." Dugu Qiubai was overjoyed and wanted to continue flattering him, but when he opened his mouth, he realized that his throat was leaking.
"Sorry..." Fang Rui gently helped Dugu Qiubai cover his eyes, and said:
"Those who offend my red leaves will only be forgiven by death."
His voice was not loud, but against the backdrop of more than twenty corpses and the deathly quiet environment of the whole place, it sounded like a warning from the god of death in everyone's ears, making everyone
He couldn't help lowering his head, fearing that his eyes might accidentally offend the new god of death in front of him, who could kill more than twenty people in just a few minutes.
"Gang Leader Fang...is he really...a human race?"
After being silent for a long time like the audience at the scene, the masked man's voice trembled a little, and his eyes looked at Zhao Wuyan aside with some confusion.
At the same level, one against twenty-five, they were crushed without any suspense, and twenty-one were killed, two were injured, and two were unconscious...
Is this really something a human can do?
With such a strong body, he must be from the ghost race and not the human race, right?
"He is a human race, and judging from the strength and speed he shows, his physical strength should not exceed D level."
Zhao Wuyan, who couldn't take his eyes away from Fang Rui for a long time, gave the masked man a definite answer.
"D-level?! Gang Leader Fang...really only has D-level...strength?"
The masked man's eyes widened in disbelief.
Now it is really hard for him to believe that Fang Rui, who acted like a monster just now, is only D-level in strength.
"If my eyes are correct, his strength is indeed only D level."
"But his opponents are also D-level! And they are all cursers. How could he, a non-curser, crush twenty-four cursers so easily without the power of curses or the ability to curse?
?!"
The masked man continued to question. He was usually a man of few words, but his uneasy heart at the moment made him feel like he had endless doubts that he wanted to raise.
"You will be quiet..."
Zhao Wuyan did not continue to answer, but after briefly signaling the masked man to stay quiet, he closed his eyes and began to remember.
After a long time, he opened his eyes and said:
"Perhaps it is precisely because he is not a curser that he can do all this."
"What do you mean?" the masked man asked without thinking. The shock in his heart that could not calm down for a long time had made him forget the difference in dignity between him and Zhao Wuyan.
"In my recollection of the crushing battle just now, this kid won not by his absolute strength, but by his absolute control over his body."
Zhao Wuyan looked thoughtful and explained uncertainly:
"The power of the curser mainly comes from the increase in the power of the curse. Although it is powerful, because it is not the physical strength that one is used to daily, it may not be very easy to use, let alone the precise control of the distribution of power.
As for Fang Rui, he is a body refiner, and all of his strength is tempered by himself, so his control over his body is much higher than that of cursers of the same level.
In other words, although they are all D-level strength, the cursed person's lack of body control ability may only bring out less than 70% of the real combat power. However, Fang Rui is able to control his own strength.
One hundred percent, even with the help of some skills and tactics, one hundred two or one hundred and fifty percent.
So under the circumstances, Fang Rui crushed these cursers.
Although the reason is certainly not that simple, the truth should be this."
"So, can I understand it this way..." After listening to Zhao Wuyan's words, the masked man thought for a while and concluded:
"I think that Gang Leader Fang is far stronger than D-level. This is because we cursers lack control over ourselves, and the comprehensive strength we usually display is far lower than D-level."
"It's understandable." Zhao Wuyan nodded in approval and said:
"We have always acquiesced that the highest combat power that can be achieved at the D-level physical power level is indeed restricted by our cursed ones' own lack of control over physical power. The reason why we have never noticed any abnormalities is because there has never been any