Part Two: The Human World Chapter Eighteen: Winning and Losing
Asa's keen sense made it clear that he and his opponent were not on the same level of combat effectiveness.
General Gru seemed to be just standing there casually, with no special posture, even his hands behind his back. He seemed to be just looking at a chicken that was not in any danger, looking at Asa.
But Asa felt that he was facing a giant beast from an ancient secret realm. The aura lurking under that easy-going posture was as sharp and dangerous as a sword, as if it could reveal its true face of huge madness at any time and destroy everything in front of him.
The enemy tore it to pieces and then swallowed it in one gulp.
Judging from the opponent's actions just now, he has no chance of winning. The white light film covering his body is not magic, but another kind of power that is simpler, more direct, more violent, and therefore more effective and indestructible.
.Even if he has that robe on him, just one head-on hit to the body is still enough to kill him. And this power and the body are combined into one, making every movement he makes exceed the limit speed that the human body can achieve.
Asa slowly squatted down in a starting motion, stretched his right foot out slightly, pressed his left hand on the ground, and held the handle of the knife behind his back with his right hand. Every muscle in his body was preparing for this action.
He gathered strength, then tightened it, and it would explode as soon as it was triggered. He looked at the ground, and all his energy and attention was focused on the opponent in front of him with half-seeing peripheral vision.
One strike. All chances are one strike.
Indeed, he experienced the threat of death. The primitive fighting spirit and murderous intention deep in Asa's heart began to permeate the air. It seemed that there was a beast sleeping there all the time. Once it was touched, it would be awakened and start to gallop wildly in the body.
.The clarity of meditation still envelopes the mind, and combined with the awakened primitive desire, it becomes a cold and sharp but still burning fighting spirit.
Looking at the opponent lying down like a leopard in front of him, Gru's originally sculpture-like expression actually fluctuated a little. His thin lips extended a little to the side, and then curved upward slightly.
A little smile made him look energetic. His whole body began to glow with white light.
Neither of them moved at all. The air in the room seemed to have solidified, exuding the damp dullness of the sea air before the storm. Lord Cedros, who was standing by the door, slowly exited the stone house. He didn't want to interfere, and he believed that he could use his own power.
Don't interfere.
The only sound left in the room was the breathing of the two people, chasing and overlapping each other in a strange rhythm.
When the peak of Asa's inhalation caught up with the trough of Gru's exhalation, he suddenly rose up, all the strength he had accumulated for a long time burst out from this leaping action, and rushed forward like a leopard, his feet
The strength of the waist muscles was superimposed all the way to the wrist, and the knife on his back turned into a black lightning bolt and slashed towards Gru standing in front of him.
The flame in Gru's eyes suddenly became smaller and weaker, as if it had suddenly lost sufficient fuel.
He could see that the power and speed of this sword were very good, but it also felt very boring.
The strength and body movements of the person who wields the knife are impeccable, but there is no spirit or fighting spirit in it at all. They are just using strength. This is not the kind of attack that condenses life and soul in a life-and-death struggle, but
It's just an action no different from chopping wood.
Gru felt very disappointed. When he first saw the opponent's beast-like reaction and movements, he was still very excited, thinking that this must be a very enjoyable fight. He stretched out his right hand and grabbed the blade, as if he was walking casually.
It was as easy as grabbing the fallen leaves in front of me, and I clenched my left hand into a fist and punched it out with a bit of contempt and disappointed anger.
But he immediately discovered that his right hand was very light and his left hand was very heavy.
The blade felt very light in my hand. Not only did it lack energy and fighting spirit, but it also seemed that its strength and speed were completely gone.
The reason why the knife is so light is because the person holding the knife did not hold the knife at all and let go when the knife was about to be caught. All the strength was reserved to resist the punch to the chest.
One hand happened to be on the fist, but even all the strength that had been prepared did not weaken the force of the fist in the slightest. Instead, the hand was brought along and hit the chest, and the shape of the hand and the chest were sunken together.
But with the cushioning of this left hand and the magical protection provided by that layer of robe, the sternum was not shattered and inserted into the heart and lungs. It was just broken into several pieces and knocked the person back a step.
There was no sound of bones breaking. The whole room was filled with the roar of air flow and magic power. A huge, weird and wild fireball instantly grew and took shape between the two of them, and then drove the huge air flow towards the nearby people.
Gru's face rushed straight away. This was the real fatal blow that gathered all his strength and spirit. Even the appearance of the fireball became like a roaring beast due to the high concentration and alienation of mental power.
Reflecting the light in front of him, Gru's pupils turned into this jumping golden color. He could even see the wildly flowing magic power in this low-level spell, which was enough to blow a bronze statue into a red sky.
of debris.
Fireball is a very simple flame attack spell that every entry-level magician will use. But it is precisely because of its simplicity that it can condense all the magic power of the caster in an instant, and it can kill in such close quarters.
Use it out.
There is absolutely no way to hide.
Asa used at least half of his magic power to speed up the fireball. This was a very good opportunity, or a very good opportunity to create, an opportunity obtained with one of his own hands and a serious injury.
He had just seen the speed of this opponent. No matter how fast the spell was at any distance, there was no guarantee that it would hit.
If there is no chance, create an opportunity. Only when the opponent attacks first, and waits for the opponent to attack but cannot dodge, will there be a moment of opportunity.
However, as soon as such an opponent strikes, he is almost certain to be killed in one blow. The robe alone cannot defend him, and there must be a larger buffer. So he used all his strength and one hand to defend.
, and then use magic power to attack.
The diameter of the fireball was the size of half a man. After it was formed, it almost touched Gru's body, and it flew faster than a crossbow. The distance between the two was only two steps. Absolutely no one could do it at such a close distance.
Avoid it, Asa is very confident...
It is not clear whether it is absolutely true that no one can hide. At least Gru did not show any intention of hiding. He let go and threw the knife. The white light in his hand was so strong that it seemed to have a form. This hand was invisible to the naked eye.
The speed blocked the fireball.
The fireball is not a real ball, it is just a shape naturally produced by the high-speed operation of a mass of magic power. As long as it touches something slightly and affects the balance of the magic power in it, all the power will immediately explode and be released. But now this fireball looks like a ball.
Like a real ball, it was blocked by Gru's hand that emitted white light. The flames on the edge of the fireball fluctuated uninhibitedly and repeatedly, trying to break away from the shackles and continue to fly forward, but they were unable to cross the layer of white light.
It was as helpless as the most violent hell beast whose forehead was held down by Ares, the god of war.
This was just a momentary stagnation. Gru waved his hand upwards, and the fireball completely changed its direction and continued to fly towards the roof with its original wild momentum. After a bang, the entire roof made of thick wood structure did not change at all.
Liu Di turned into countless fragmented flames and rushed into the air. Almost the entire city of Oufu was illuminated.
Gru's right hand still remains in the waving posture. It is not that easy to change the direction of a rolling ball of magic power without moving at all. It is at least several times more difficult than releasing this magic.
So before he could retract his hand, the hand that issued the magic had already been pressed towards his face, and another fireball began to flash between his palms. This time, he no longer fired it, but directly fired it.
The fireball exploded on his face.
This is not a prepared tactic. Human beings cannot flow magic power fast enough to release magic again in such a short period of time, so the formation of the fireball can be seen to be smaller and slower than before. This is
It was another attack launched by the opponent immediately after the missed attack.
He actually used one of his own hands and the danger of direct death in exchange for the most effective attack opportunity. How cunning and cunning this is. And after facing the failure of a full-strength blow, he did not feel discouraged at all, but immediately launched another attack.
A single attack has a fighting spirit that rivals even the most ferocious warrior.
This is the real fighter. Gru shouted: "Okay." The originally punched fist had been retracted, and he grabbed the hand that was stretched out in front of him. The fingers were interlocked and grasping each other, like
It was a high-five between good friends. The fireball that had no time to take shape was suddenly crushed by the white layer on his hand.
Similarly, there was no sound of bones breaking, only the shape of the hand was strangely distorted. The bones were like crispy biscuits being squeezed hard by a machine. It was not that they could not make a sound, but they were crushed before they could make a sound.
Turned into fine powder.
Cang clang. The sword fell to the ground. The winner was decided.
This was really a good battle. This opponent showed all his wit, strength and spirit to the fullest. Gru was very satisfied.
Asa felt desperate. Not only was he completely desperate because all his efforts had no effect at all, but he was also angry, painful, and afraid of death. All kinds of forces swept together and finally wiped out all reason and even human taste.
Annihilated, what was left was pure primitive animality. He violently twitched the hand that was crushed to pieces, almost tearing off his broken hand from his wrist. He used the force of this pull to fly directly
Pounce on your opponent.
Without thinking, he had no ability to think now. He only saw the softest part between the opponent's head and body with the instinct of all animals. The weak beating on it hinted at the large amount of red and fishy smell flowing below.
liquid. This hint aroused his instinct even more, and he opened his mouth and bit into it wildly.
Gru bent his neck, and his forehead hit the head of the opponent who was charging straight at him, making a pinging sound.
But Asa didn't sound like that at all. What he heard was a strange sound that a person could only hear once in a lifetime. It was the dull groan of his own skull cracking that directly hit his nerves.
It was as if an awl had been pierced into the deepest part of the head and then exploded, scattering the sharp points and flying into every corner, breaking out from the inside out and smashing everything inside.
Asa didn't feel that he was knocked backwards and then hit the wall and fell to the ground like a rag. He also didn't know that his blood was flowing out from his hands and head like a cheerful stream, and it was constantly flowing on the ground.
As he expands his territory, he can no longer feel anything.
"It's a really exciting battle, and it's also the most artistic magic attack I've ever seen. I didn't expect that the Necromancer Guild also has such vital and creative talents. It's such a pity..." Lord Cedros shook his head
Sighing, he walked into the house, leaned over and took out the book from Asa's arms.
Two pieces of paper were brought out along with the book and fell to the ground. These were two pieces of very high-end parchment paper. They were thick, strong, and had no rough edges at all. They also had exquisite embossed patterns on them.
At first glance, you can tell that it is definitely not used by ordinary people or the mages of the Necronomicon Guild.
Gru was still stunned. Like a gourmet savoring a delicious dish, he chewed every detail of the previous battle again. Even if this was not the strongest opponent he had ever encountered, it was also the most lethal and exciting opponent.
.
"Okay." He sighed and cheered.
"Not good." Lord Cedros spread out the two pieces of paper, saw the contents clearly, and his expression changed.