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Chapter 138 Can You, a Swordsman, Still Talk?
“How did you do that?”

There was a strong sense of surprise in Alastair's voice. How could the human being who was imprisoned by the seal just now break free in the blink of an eye?

He did not sense any power of freedom or realm from Jagi, nor did he sense any treasure from Mistis, nor any other method used by humans from the outside world to operate in the seal.

"You can only use the same move once against the Hokuto Fist."

"speak English."

Shana shook her head unhappily and threw his hand down, her hair fluttering in the air like an angry little lion.

Although it was quite comfortable to be patted on the head, such words always made her feel like she was shorter than this guy for no reason. Even if she was really shorter, it was unacceptable!

"Okay, okay... it's a kaleidoscope! Even though it doesn't seem to matter most of the time, it can still come in handy at critical moments."

However, it does make sense. If one transcends the cause and effect of this world, then the kaleidoscope mirror that connects the heavens can definitely be counted as one of them.

At first, Jiaji was caught off guard and was frozen in place, but this time he opened the chat panel in advance, and the skill of Sealing was of course useless to those who were chatting in the group.

Once he broke through that boundary, Jagi's eyes became like magic eyes, able to see clearly the distortions produced by this enclosed space, and even...

“Is this the power of existence?”

A thin layer of white light, completely different from fighting spirit, covered his body. Even if the chat group panel was closed now, Jagi could move freely.

Now that he has come here, under the influence of the unique laws of this world, it will not be difficult for him to mobilize his own power of existence as long as he realizes it.

"Since this space can be restored no matter how it is destroyed, and now we are on the same level, why not practice again."

Jagi raised his eyebrows and invited Shana to fight.

He took back the power of existence and turned it into dragon-turning fighting spirit that was more than ten or a hundred times more ferocious. It swept around like a tide. He clenched his fists, and countless fighting spirits collided with each other, making a loud rumbling sound, like a waterfall flowing backwards.

He wanted to see how big the gap was between these opponents who were set up with vague abilities such as cause and effect, time and space, and the devouring of existence, and his strong and simple pure fighting system. Only talking about ability without talking about level was just being a hooligan.

It just so happened that the other party also had this plan. Beating an immobile opponent could not prove her status as the strongest fire mist warrior.

"This time I will convince you."

Shana slowly took out the silver-white sword Zhidenzana from her black windbreaker. In an instant, the brilliant flames of red lotus covered her whole body, like molten copper and iron, and her eyes and long hair radiated a scorching red.

"Another red-eyed loli. Is this my illusion? I always feel that this one is a bit..."

Jagi suddenly realized that he seemed to meet red-eyed characters too frequently, but not many white-haired characters. Perhaps this is also one aspect of the two-dimensional world.

"You stupid!"

This guy! Whenever she wanted to show him some respect, he would speak! And every word he said could easily provoke her anger!

Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! "I am the Fire Mist Warrior, with the mission of maintaining the balance of the world! How could I lose to you!"

Fire Mist Warrior.

Although they are doing the job of protecting weak humans from the claws of evil and powerful monsters, this is not their original intention, they just do it out of convenience...

Rather than saying that these guys are a certain profession, it would be better to say that they are some new creatures in human skin.

Extraordinary physical abilities, at least three times the arm and leg strength, extraordinary physical skills, free methods, and techniques, dynamic vision of a Fire Mist Warrior that is several or even dozens of times better than that of an ordinary person, the purifying flame can remove stains, and the end of one's life is almost invisible as long as one does not die in battle... The strongest among them can even cover an entire city with free methods, and conduct [Free Method·Entertainment] in the seal.

A secret group that actually influences the world behind the scenes.

It is said that only the Crimson World can fight against the Fire Mist Warriors.

But the master of the alien boxing style, the Ultimate Assassination Fist, the Fist of the North Star, who suddenly appeared now, is naturally not among them.

But when it comes to the question of who is stronger, no one will give in, whether it is the swordsman or the melee fighter.

Just the next moment,
"drink--"

A pair of lifelike flaming wings appeared behind the girl, and she suddenly leaped up. The "Zhidenzhana" in her palm flashed with a blazing light like magma, her wings spread out, and her long hair covered with flaming powder danced wildly in the strong wind.

In Jiaji's vision, the attacking sword seemed to have a red blade, carrying a sense of danger. His aching nerves immediately realized that simple fighting spirit would not be able to defend against this cut.

boom!
Jia Ji moved his body, not retreating, but stepping forward, assuming the posture of Beidou Thousand Hands Killing. Huge cracks like spider webs appeared on the ground under his feet. The restless fists and palm shadows roared, and a strong wind was raised out of thin air. Every blow could shatter the fragile steel.

Under Shana's control, the flaming wings drew an elegant and blurred arc, avoiding every oncoming fist at a close distance, and then slashed upwards and cut down vertically in a nearly vertical posture.

Swoosh!
With both hands tightly gripping the hilt of the sword, the cold sword light cut through the sky, carrying with it an unstoppable momentum and power. The blade flashing with cold light suddenly burst out with a terrifying edge, and suddenly chopped down like a meteor falling to the ground, but there was no unnecessary impact or aftermath, and all the power was firmly locked in this cut.

Straight and simple.

Completely opposite to Shana's own personality, her swordsmanship is straightforward and as accurate as a scalpel, able to cut into any weak spot. It is incredibly sharp and is a swordsmanship honed in battle just for efficient killing.

The move failed, and Jia Ji just narrowed his eyes, clenched his fists, and felt the pain from above his head. The fighting spirit visible to the naked eye rose into the sky and turned into a roaring and rolling storm. At the same time, his tall body suddenly broke through the sharp sword light and crossed with it.

Beidou Void Slash-Rising Dragon Fist!
boom!
The moment the fist collided with the sword, Jia Ji's skin and flesh were immediately torn apart, and the white finger bones and flesh were almost cut off, but the arm pushing from behind still firmly burst out with terrifying force.

Shana felt a tightness in her chest due to the huge force coming from her wrist, and her hand instantly lost feeling. Then, the "Zhidianzana" that was chopped down was turned back along with her arm and hit her petite and soft body.

Above Shana, who was lying on the ground holding her abdomen, Jagi shook his burnt right hand nonchalantly and laughed triumphantly.

"This swordsman is just lame!"

The little girl still doesn’t understand that if Shenglong fails to achieve his goal, the consequences will be serious.

(End of this chapter)