Chapter 391: The Scarlet Grip
"This...this level of power?"
Feng Yan was stunned.
He could never have imagined that this human being who was dying a second ago would suddenly turn into a peerless hunk.
I actually thought about walking over in a swagger before?
If he really did that, the high temperature at that moment would definitely cause serious damage to him.
Of course, this does not shake the advantage that is firmly in the hands of Feast.
This young man did not summon the white spear just now, nor did he even hold any decent weapon.
What could Wang Jin rely on to fight him? Is it the short knife that put him in a desperate situation?
Simply ridiculous.
As long as his attack is carried out, this annoying human being will definitely be split into two in an instant.
Even the King of Heaven and I can't stop him, he said it during the feast.
"call…"
Wang Jin opened his mouth slightly, but what he spit out was not hot steam.
That's flame.
Different from the previous time when she fought against the evil spirits, Annie's blessing this time mainly affected the inside of the body.
Heat up, heat up again.
The blood seems to have turned into magma, and every cell can exert ten times its original strength.
The enhancement brought about by this became even more obvious after Wang Jin learned the overload state.
He felt like his entire body had turned into an internal combustion engine.
Boom, boom, boom.
That's the heart beating.
The majestic energy and blood continued to rise in Wang Jin's body, driving his body to the limit.
A misty but majestic singing came from the void, and something gently enveloped the young man.
Bang!
A loud noise was heard, and the bodies of Sheng Yan and Wang Jin collided hard.
Invisible air waves spread out between the two of them, directly dispersing the unstable blood mist.
Wang Jin not only took over Feng Yan's attack, but even gained a slight upper hand.
"Damn...are you a monster?"
Feng Yan narrowed his eyes, his tone filled with disbelief.
"Who knows."
Wang Jin grinned and waved the weapon in his hand again.
Only now did Feng Yan see what it was.
It was an iron claw with a strange color.
The original blade was divided into five parts and adhered to Wang Jin's fingers.
The blood-red crystals glowed slightly on the back of the hand, constantly converting excess blood into power through those lines.
The silver-white metal wraps the entire arm, giving this weapon strong defensive capabilities and eliminating the possibility of hurting yourself.
Although the style has undergone earth-shaking changes, Fengyan can still tell that this thing was originally a short sword.
How the hell did this change?
"I quite like the way it looks."
Wang Jin squinted his eyes, with a faint murderous intent in his pupils.
"Crimson Grasp...that's its name."
"As for you, just reluctantly become a sacrifice."
The next second, the young man waved his hand violently.
Five sharp blades slashed across, leaving a small blank space in the fog.
boom!
They hit the blade made of flesh and blood hard, tearing out irregular cracks.
The next second, those flesh and blood were devoured wildly, as if they had encountered a natural enemy.
The crystal lights up and quickly converts the blood just absorbed into power.
The claw-like blade exuded a disturbing edge.
Nourish the blood with blood, and the more you fight, the braver you become.
Brutal, yet quite tyrannical.
"Burn!"
Wang Jin gritted his teeth and once again used the power of the gods to intensify the burning inside his body.
He could feel the influence of the blood mist on him gradually weakening.
"Damn it!"
Feng Yan once again wielded the flesh and blood blade, but found that he had become somewhat powerless.
It seemed like someone was competing with him for control of these things.
From the increasingly rapid singing in his ears, it can be seen that this person is Ye Ying.
"Bitch! I should have killed you a long time ago!"
Shengyan scolded his sister angrily, but the movements of his hands became slower and slower.
On the contrary, Wang Jin became like a fish in water, and from time to time he could use the scarlet grip to swallow a bit of blood mist.
Gradually, he began to leave scars on the feast robes.
——
"Boy, I really belong to you!"
Mu Jue patted the round and slender thighs, his face full of excitement.
Although he had just met this young man, his calm attitude had already left a pretty good impression on Mu Jue.
No one wants such a young man who could achieve great things to die.
He was quite happy to see Wang Jin suddenly become equal to Feng Yan.
"Next time pat your own thigh."
Xia Yu muttered angrily and moved away from Mu Jue.
She has also been paying attention to Wang Jin's situation.
Unlike Mu Jue's thoughts, Xia Yu's eyes remained on the weapon in Wang Jin's hand.
The transformation from a short sword to an iron claw is very interesting.
But obviously, this requires quite complex conditions.
Judging from the battle of just a few minutes, this condition should be to absorb flesh and blood.
"How many dangers has he faced alone..."
Xia Yu's face was complicated as he looked at the young man walking around the feast.
"Is this kid desperate for his life?"
Shrike stood at the front of the team, seemingly ready to rush out at any moment.
Even when Wang Jin was in danger before, he never showed this expression.
"Oh shit."
After much hesitation, the dark man sat down on the ground.
He taught Wang Jin the state of overload, and Shrike knew very well the harm it would do to the body.
Gaining strength by accelerating the beating of the heart, this seemingly powerful technique actually has a fatal flaw.
It can cause irreversible damage to the body.
After all, human beings are made of flesh and blood, and their extremely fragile hearts cannot withstand the tossing back and forth.
Those seemingly generous gifts actually already have a price tag on them.
Different from the usual petty fights, Wang Jin even did not hesitate to borrow the power of ghost stories to activate the overload state this time.
He even used unknown methods to strengthen this state many times.
A normal person's heart rate is only one or two hundred at most, but this kid's current heart rate is estimated to be upwards of five hundred.
It's a miracle that he didn't die.
This chapter has been completed!