Chapter 100 Sequence 6 [Nightmare](1/2)
"Do you believe I just had a mishap?"
Raymond actually didn't expect this shot to kill Arthur, he just wanted to test how strong this guy's physical body was, and to confirm whether a prompt from the system was wrong.
Why are there two hostile perceptions when I only see one person?!
This try...
Damn it, no wonder werewolves and vampires can become eternal enemies. This abnormal defense and recovery ability is simply a bug!
...
I believe you as a ghost!
You sneak attack old cunt!
Arthur cursed in his heart. This was the first time he encountered a coward who was so powerful yet so shameless in sneak attacks. No matter how well-mannered he was, he was angered by this despicable sneak attack method. He didn't waste any time and just kicked him.
The ground rushed past.
The distance is more than ten meters, but it only takes a breath.
In fact, when he spoke, Raymond's eyes had already fallen on the steel claws of Arthur's hands, and he was already on guard. When he saw his sudden move, the long sword in his hand was also placed across his chest.
"Crack, crackle, crackle..."
At that moment, the sparks of metal collision flickered, and the two people's weapons actually touched six or seven times at that moment.
Divide at the first touch.
"So fast!"
Such thoughts flashed through their minds at the same time.
Although both of them made tentative moves, they were both shocked by the dazzling speed of their opponent's moves.
The shock disappeared in a flash, and a strong fighting spirit appeared in Arthur's eyes. In just that brief moment of confrontation, he had already determined that this guy from Raymond had extraordinary strength and was definitely not an ordinary Sequence 9 transcendent!
"Tsk tsk...what a fast sword."
Arthur squinted his eyes and licked the steel claws on his hands, like a wolf's instinct of licking its claws.
He added: "I'm very curious. Your strength is much stronger than those so-called geniuses in Philip Academy. It's not an exaggeration to say that you are the most powerful person in Philip Academy... Why are you hiding your clumsiness?
Do you want everyone to think you are a loser who cannot awaken?"
"You probably have no chance to know..."
Although Raymond's face looked relaxed at this moment, his heart was full of solemnity.
Although the Arthur in front of him can be considered a strong enemy, the guy hiding behind him needs to be more careful!
Even though he couldn't see it, he had already figured out the approximate location of the "invisible" guy with the shot just now...
That guy's hidden aura is watertight... Is he a thief or some other special transcendent?
...
If Arthur transforms into a werewolf state, his strength will at least reach the level of a general Sequence 8 elite boss.
But for Raymond who is fully prepared, if he is careful, the chance of successfully tricking him is still very high.
"It seems that no matter what, we have to deal with this Arthur first before we know who the sneaking guy is..."
Raymond held the sword in both hands, with the blade forward, making a sword-holding posture that was both offensive and defensive.
He stared straight ahead with all his attention, his sensory abilities had been released to the extreme, and he thought in his mind: "This guy can 'shave', and has extremely strong thrusting skills... maybe he can also master the six-style 'paper painting' that can only be mastered by sequence eight.
If you want to trick him, you must force him to transform..."
Arthur had no idea that he had gradually fallen into the scheme at this moment.
There was a hint of cat-and-mouse playfulness in his eyes, and he smacked his lips, "It's interesting to be strong... I hope you can play with me more!"
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly turned into a phantom and rushed over quickly.
At the same time, Raymond's pupils suddenly shrank.
"Raging Wind·Speed"
His nerves were at its breaking point, and he showed off his sword moves without any reservation. Even though he only had half of Sodros's swordsmanship manual, with his super agility and nerve reaction speed, he actually wielded it. An impenetrable wall of swords!
Split, chop, collapse, tease, grid, wash, cut, stab, stir, press, cut, quick...
The Furious Wind Sword contains thirteen exquisite sword skills that are both offensive and defensive.
The passive effect of concentration and calmness made Raymond seem to be immersed in a mysterious state for a while. He clearly felt the feeling of the sword breaking through the wind, the wind assisting the sword, and the sword striking before the wind rose. Feel...
quick!
Faster!
It can be faster!
The Mihu Sword moves in Raymond's hand became more and more intensive, and his forehead was covered with sweat.
The more critical the moment, the calmer and calmer he becomes.
In the confrontation between the two people, whose strength was very different, he avoided the real situation and hit the weak one, and with this exquisite sword move, he was not defeated for a moment.
...
The two tried it for several rounds, but neither could do anything.
"How can your swordsmanship be so fast?!"
Arthur was also faintly surprised. Not only did his attack fail, but his whole body was covered with numerous cuts made by sharp swords.
However, the wound was very shallow, so he didn't care.
An injury of this magnitude should heal quickly with its own super healing ability.
Well...should...
But after a moment, Arthur was shocked to find that the wound on his body had not healed, and there was still a faint burning pain!
He still didn't understand, so he was scolded again: "Your sword is poisonous!"
Raymond originally wanted to provoke him into transforming, but he had no intention of hiding it. He spread his hands and said: "The septicagent, the medicine that prevents wound healing, and the paralysis toxin... they were all touched on the body of your [Stalker] teammate. Coming..."
Arthur frowned when he heard this, and shouted with a dark face: "You are looking for death!"
Amidst his anger, he also had the disgusting feeling that someone had stuffed his mouth full of shit.
This guy is going to any lengths to survive!
Who the hell would a swordsman put poison on his sword?
Do you still want Bilian?
He mocked coldly: "Haha... you are the first swordsman I saw who put poison on his sword..."
"Who stipulates that swordsmen cannot apply poison?"
Raymond asked back, and then muttered, "You have a noble disease...it needs to be cured!"
Does face matter?
What's more, a life-and-death fight is not about going to the ring. Anyone who talks about chivalry is a fool...
Raymond, a professional power leveling trainer who tried countless tricks in order to push the boss efficiently, including eye insertion, thousand-year kill, seduction, etc., are you telling me that swordsmen can't apply poison?
Ha tui!
...
Arthur almost gritted his teeth and said: "In that case...you forced me to..."
As he spoke, Arthur's momentum suddenly changed, as if the demon suppressed in his body had broken free. The hair on his body grew rapidly, his bones creaked, and his muscles swelled visibly, and his whole body suddenly became taller. Several feet.
When he looked again, Arthur had turned into a standing giant wolf.
He made a low sound in his throat and said with a fierce look in his eyes: "Since you have seen my transformed state, it is also your honor... Everything is over here."
"Have you finally transformed..." Seeing this, Lei Menghe let out a long sigh of relief.
He didn't mean to disturb him, and just quietly watched Arthur's transformation (pretend) succeed.
Arthur looked confused and had a bad premonition. He spoke in a low voice and said in a low voice, "You... know that I have awakened my bloodline?"
There is one person and one wolf, and there is a huge difference just in body shape.
Just like an adult and a thin child, it makes people feel that the huge wolf claws can kill him with one slap.
"Transforming into a werewolf will indeed greatly enhance your poison resistance. This small poison will definitely not be able to harm you. But... I also want to say the same thing... It's all over here."
Raymond said, shaking one hand like a magic trick.
There was only a click sound, and his left arm instantly covered the light mechanical power arm. The three-barrel musket held by one hand did not hesitate to spit out tongues of fire at the werewolf opposite.
The skill of quickly changing clothes and drawing a gun, which I have practiced for so long, finally came in handy.
...
"Musket? Haha...it's useless, you don't even..."
To be continued...