This isn't a souls-like game at all.

Yuechen was slightly stunned and suddenly froze looking at the blood bar above Ye Yiyi's head.

Then he saw Ye Yiyi waving his arms and throwing flying knives at her.

"No, how can you still restore your health? Isn't this cheating?"

Yuechen frowned and swung his curved sword to knock down the flying knife.

But the man wearing a dirty turban ignored her and suddenly took out a black object from behind and threw it at her.

Yuechen subconsciously raised her sword to block, but suddenly felt something was wrong. She lowered her head and saw the smelly thing flying over her head.

She looked bewildered as she watched the object pass over her and land on the ground not far away, turning into a pool of thick unknown liquid that splashed out.

"shit?"

Yuechen stared at the thing blankly with a dull expression.

If she wasn't mistaken, then it should be... shit, right?

"Memory of the second chapter~"

A strange female voice suddenly replaced the ethereal female humming, turning into a strange hymn ringing in the ears.

"The tune of the hymn...has changed?"

Yuechen was slightly stunned.

She turned around in surprise, only to see Ye Yiyi holding the small sickle in front of him. His left hand slowly brushed across the blade, giving it a deep purple glow.

"Uh……"

Yue Chen narrowed her eyes slightly and watched Ye Yiyi slowly walk with a small sickle in both hands, then quickened his pace and ran towards her.

Faintly, she seemed to hear a strange laugh coming from the void.

"Hehe, I must win!"

Chapter 635: Not a Knight.

"Do I have to win...?"

Yuechen repeated these inexplicable words in a low voice, staring at Ye Yiyi who was rushing towards her, and suddenly a strange sense of absurdity arose in her heart.

Mingming is still the same person, and Ye Yiyi is still the same Ye Yiyi. He will not become a different existence just because he wears a set of armor.

But for some reason, the concept of "Ye——" in Yuechen's eyes became blurred at this moment.

Another impression that shouldn't have existed, a concept that made Yuechen feel both unfamiliar and vague, suddenly descended upon that body.

The fat knight wearing a dirty hood, a potbelly armor, and running forward with a small sickle in both hands, he is Ye Yiyi, but he is not just Ye Yiyi.

He is also a collection of certain groups that have long disappeared and no longer exist in this world.

There are no impressions of them in the palace of impressions, nor are there any memories of them in the sea of ​​the mind.

The only place they exist is probably deep in Ye Yiyi's unknown memory.

But it’s like memories that have long been forgotten are awakened inadvertently, and experiences that were deeply buried in the past are reappearing at this moment.

Yuechen suddenly realized that it was his unintentional actions or words that caused those impressions buried deep in Ye Yiyi's memory to descend upon that body through the Wandering Sea and become the embodiment of those existences.

"As expected, Ye Yiyi, I knew your background was definitely not simple..."

Yuechen muttered to himself, leaped lightly, and rushed forward to meet him, waving his elegant curved sword.

"Otherwise, how could that hymn praise a king-killer who had been cursed and reincarnated over a hundred times?"

"sough!"

Yuechen swung his curved sword and slashed out a dazzling arc of light. Ye Yiyi rolled forward, allowing the arc of light to penetrate his body and fall into the air, and then swung the small sickle as he stood up.

"clang!"

The two men swung their weapons almost at the same time, and the curved sword and sickle collided in the air, making a clanging metallic buzzing sound.

"Tsk!"

Yuechen couldn't help but click his tongue, and felt his wrist stiffen slightly, and the smooth trajectory of the curved sword froze imperceptibly.

The two-handed scythe thrust was stable and unshakable, far less easy to deal with than a one-handed slash. Even she couldn't directly deflect it with her weapon.

But it doesn't matter. The opponent's attack method is very precise. As long as we keep a little distance...

Yuechen's steps were light, and he jumped back several meters with a slight tap.

At the same time, she spun around and slashed out with a sword filled with light, and while Ye Yiyi was rolling forward to close the distance, she slashed out a golden arc of light.

However, the arc of light that could have hit the opponent again at the moment he finished rolling, penetrated his body silently.

"what?"

Yuechen's pupils shrank.

The ground under Ye Yiyi's feet seemed to have suddenly turned into a frictionless ice surface. Before he could fully stand up, his body suddenly bent over and slid sideways.

Then he walked through the arc of light head-on, quickly closing the distance between him and Yuechen.

How can this be?

She was a little stunned, thinking, he hasn't even stood up yet, how come he slipped over here?

But before she could think about it, Ye Yiyi thrust out the small sickle in his hand again.

"clang!"

Yuechen had just blocked a knife and was about to use the same trick to create distance again, but then he saw Ye Yiyi move his feet slightly, and suddenly he stabbed out a swift knife again in the same posture at the speed of a frame.

"So fast?"

Yuechen blocked it hastily, and just as he was about to stretch his stiff wrist, he saw Ye Yiyi stabbing out again at the same speed.

　"Ding!"

The third knife was blocked with difficulty, and the fourth knife was already stabbed at him.

"clang!"

He was almost unable to block the fourth knife, and the fifth and sixth knives followed.

Yuechen used both hands to grasp the hilt of the sword this time, but the curved sword was still swung away by the opponent's unshakable attack, temporarily breaking the defense in front of him.

The seventh knife fell on Yuechen's body. The wet little sickle with a deep purple glow fell on Yuechen's arm without armor, cutting through the fair and smooth skin, leaving a blood mark with a deep purple glow.

"Tsk!"

Yuechen frowned slightly, and the hilt of his curved sword glowed faintly. When the eighth sword stabbed towards him, it turned into a golden flower bud that wrapped around his body.

Seeing this, Ye Yiyi immediately stopped attacking, took out a green grass leaf with flowers on it and ate it through the headscarf. Then he turned his back to the flower bud, took out a piece of feces from his waist and threw it on the ground.

"?"

Yuechen was suddenly stunned when he saw the dark brown liquid bursting out from under the flower bud.

This guy, could he think that he can break the defense of her fighting skills by using shit?

But after staring at the other person's action of throwing shit backwards for a while, she suddenly realized it and her fair face turned red.

This is not an attacking move at all, it is clearly a pure insult, with an action and posture that has almost the same meaning as "shitting on your head"!

Yuechen, who had always maintained an elegant demeanor, suddenly blushed.

Damn it, you dare to shit on my head?!

The golden flower bud brightened and exploded, and Yuechen leaped out in the spreading golden light. His face was blood red and ferocious, and he grabbed the golden curved sword in both hands and slashed at him head-on.

"Die!"

Ye Yiyi slid to the side to avoid the slash and the arc of light that followed. The small sickle in his hand suddenly disappeared, his arms crossed, and a white light appeared on his body.

Yuechen angrily swung the second knife at Ye Yiyi, but Ye Yiyi also counterattacked with the black sword and shield.

Ye Yiyi, who was in a strong and domineering body, stood still, while Yue Chen was hit in the chest by a sword.

Although the heavy blow did not tear the armor, the huge force attached to it and the sudden flash of fire that followed still hurt the opponent, forcibly interrupting Yuechen's movements and causing him to become stiff.

The sword's chop had not yet ended, and Ye Yiyi's movements changed several times in the blink of an eye.

He first raised the sword in his hand. Before the scorching flames fully appeared on the sword, he raised the black shield and took a defensive posture.

But before he could fully raise his shield to defend himself, he took a light step to the side and swung his second sword.

These movements had long been engraved deep in his soul, so he was skilled and quick, and each large movement left an afterimage of the sudden change.

But in Yuechen's eyes, Ye Yiyi had just chopped down the first sword when his body moved to the side as if in a frame and swung out the second sword.

Immediately afterwards, the sword shadow produced by the high-speed swinging almost formed a dark stream of light. Yuechen's eyes widened, and before he could react to the stiffness of the first sword, continuous sword lights slashed at his body.

"Twelve swords per second? No, that's not right. It's fifteen swords per second!"

Yuechen's anger turned into equal surprise.

Swinging fifteen identical swords with the same posture and strength in one second?

How can this be done without magic?

Or... is it a combat skill?

"not good!!"

She suddenly noticed that the health bar above her head dropped rapidly due to the fifteen sword strikes in that second.

Not only that, the armor on her body was lit up with bright flames, and the collision between the sword and the armor ended with the armor plates shattering.

After all, it is just a sports armor used for fighting in the ring. How can it withstand weapons that have been tempered in the "abyss" and have a little life?

"boom!"

The dazzling golden light formed a surging air wave, which suddenly bloomed from the surface of the moon that was hit and stiffened. Ye Yiyi was caught off guard and was blown away by the shock wave.

He got up from the ground and looked up at Yuechen, who was suspended in the air amidst the brilliant golden light, with his golden hair dancing towards the sky like flames.

"You bastard! You're so cruel!!"

Yuechen gritted his teeth, looked down at the deep bloodstains on his chest and lower abdomen, and began to stuff the intestines back in.

"But this is a fight after all. If you don't show your true abilities, I won't be able to go all out."

Yuechen's eyes shone with golden light, carrying a terrifying majesty that could not be looked directly at.

She stretched out her hand and touched the front of her body, and as the golden light flowed, all the scars on her body healed.

Ye Yiyi remained silent, gazing at the girl's majestic figure that looked like a god from above. He silently took out a piece of shit from behind him and threw it into the air.

"Tsk! Stop throwing shit at me. I don't have any blood recovery fouls like you do!"

The girl smacked her lips in dissatisfaction, casually swung out an arc of light, shattered the dung ball, and then swooped down from the sky with golden light, turning into an illusory golden sword and spear that shot down from the air.

"You can choose your weapons and combat techniques at will. You said so yourself!"

Ye Yiyi said nothing, but took out a large stone shield and held it in front of him.

"boom!!"

The golden light transformed into a surging wave that knocked him and his shield away, and only stopped when it heavily hit the air wall at the edge of the ring.

"Come on, let me see what tricks you have!"

Yuechen, wearing illusory golden armor, rushed towards Ye Yiyi from the center of the ring. She waved a curved sword wrapped in the phantom of a golden sword and spear, and raised her hand to shoot out a golden light cannon.

Light of the universe!

Ye Yiyi rolled to the side, avoiding the extremely dazzling light cannon.

He stared at Yuechen who was charging towards him with sword and spear raised high, then suddenly turned his back to him and took a big step back.

"?"

Yuechen watched helplessly as the sword and spear pierced through the opponent's phantom, and her entire body was also pierced through the opponent, exposing her defenseless back to the opponent.

"I can't even take a hit even if I step back? Not good!"

But it was too late. Ye Yiyi silently raised his sword and thrust it forward. The golden light on Yue Chen's body suddenly disappeared, and his rushing figure was suddenly stopped in front of him.

"Puch!!"

The pitch-black sword pierced through Yuechen's spine and emerged from the front of his body.