Chapter 1687 - 865: Scales, Horns, Claws, and Fangs (Part 3)

"This method of combining multiple creations somewhat resembles the handiwork of the Nanyun System."

He paused, admiring the sword hilt in Luobomo's hand, then suddenly chuckled softly: "So, it's the creation of You Sui, right?"

Luobomo's expression was indifferent, showing no reaction, as if Ji Jue's words were nothing more than ridiculous nonsense, completely unbothered: "I don't understand what you're saying."

"It doesn't matter, it's just the occupational disease of a craftsman flaring up."

Ji Jue averted his gaze nonchalantly, too lazy to look any further, turned around and left: "Things like Chong Nie have new ideas and intentions, but ultimately can't make it to the big stage, the more you see, it'll just dirty your eyes."

He waved his hand without looking back:

"Xiao An, crush it for me."

"Understood."

An Ran nodded resolutely, without hesitation.

As if it were only natural.

It was this purity and straightforwardness that Luobomo could no longer suppress the evil intent to kill.

The little cub of the Hunter Finger Family, wanting to revive the Blade Finger, came with a sword, showing off in front of Xing Jiao... Simply reckless!

In silence, there was nothing more to say.

Amidst the tide sound between the sea and sky, the two stepped back in unison, step by step, up to a distance of ten steps, then drew their swords.

Li Hen, formed in Federation's traditional style, and Swift Sword, formed in the Empire's style.

Under the blazing sun, the sharp iron light intertwined.

Directed at the opponent who could be described as 'within arm's reach'.

No referee needed, no announcement necessary, the moment the swords were drawn, the decision of victory or defeat had already begun, and there was no turning back.

Victory means life, defeat means death, that's all.

A melodious sound had already risen from the tide and waves, faint yet grand, seemingly omnipresent, yet as if never existed, drifting and lively, occasionally near, occasionally far.

Sword Chapter·Dragon Soaring Technique

Unlike the Dragon Shuo Manipulation that strengthens oneself, the changes of Dragon Soaring Manipulation act upon the Sword Qi, extremely precise and subtle, making each invisible sword qi travel like a living spirit, endlessly changing.

Without the sound of wind, without visible movement, without a trace of warning, death was already near at hand.

The Swift Sword in Luobomo's hand suddenly trembled, slashing out, cutting off the sword qi suddenly appearing in the void.

In a flick of the finger, he had already tried one move.

While his expression remained unchanged, his heart grew heavier: he thought the combination of Projection and Sword Sound Matrix might have some gaps and impact, unexpectedly, it was unexpectedly strong!

No, Projection, being a basic capability, is itself a versatile general-purpose type, even without the coordination of Fei Guang, it can act on anything that can detach from oneself, even an invisible qi!

Even faster, and farther than originally expected!

Just, without Xisheng's ability to dominate the invisible flow, the launch lacks secrecy, requiring more effort to manipulate, but this shortcoming can also be compensated with external items.

For instance, that sword in the opponent's hand...

Luobomo's intuition tells him that that sword is even more dangerous than he himself!

But precisely because of this, he couldn't suppress that trace of anger in his chest...

Damned, you, a Blade Teeth from Hunter Finger, relying on a sword to compete with me, a true Horned System inheritor known for using tools?

So, which one of us is actually from the Horned System?

Is there anything more absurd in this world than this?!

Why don't you claim you've also learned a few moves of Scale System's inheritance!

Chaotic and mixed, how can it be pure!

His heart was like still water, his pure white eyes reflected all the changes on the Deserted Reef, exhaled the hot air, and suddenly disappeared.

Or rather, right at hand!

The iron light, fiercer than a torrential rain, had already turned into a flood, rushing forward!

Just as An Ran had said before, dealing with a fast-attacking opponent like him, either counter speed with speed, or stillness with motion, but for him, dealing with an opponent like An Ran, it's the opposite.

If he can't use movement to counter stillness, using his own speed to break all defenses in one meeting, and take down the enemy in one strike, the more trump cards and moves are revealed, the more variables there are.

This type of Chosen One fears the Ruins where nothing is concerned, stacking armor every round, while specializing in dealing with such fellow weapon users!

Die!

In a flick of the finger, the vibrating Swift Sword split into countless afterimages, yet each strand carried a substantive sharp light, even continuously splitting.

Beyond what a storm can achieve.

Now, what An Ran has to face is like a galaxy bursting its banks, a flood of destruction, everything in sight filled with the radiance of steel.

Under the brutal sunlight, the youth was utterly submerged.

A sharp sound that numbs the scalp rang out, unceasing, tormenting the eardrums, like a real substance, piercing the skin, even its mere aftermath ripping cracks through the sand and rocks.

The collision of the invisible, formless sword qi and the torrent of sword blades, sparks flew, Li Hen quivered endlessly, amidst the resonance of Dragon Soaring Manipulation, a great amount of sword qi surged and spray, surrounding the youth's body, blocking the rushing sword blades one by one.

The dense collision sounds were incessant, in a time even less than a flicker, the sword blades of both sides were so fast that even sound could hardly keep up.