Murakami was filled with surprise and uncertainty. As he retreated, he raised his knife to block Robert's slash.
At the same time, he fully understood that Robert's method of breaking the black sky energy on the long knife was extremely simple, but it was enough to make him vomit blood, and even Murakami couldn't help but slander the "beast" of faith.
Because Rob’s method is the Black Sky Knife Technique!
Authentic, unadulterated Black Sky Sword Technique!
What's even more terrible is that in the subsequent battles, Murakami discovered that the level of the Black Sky Sword Technique mastered by Robert was surprisingly high, and he was somewhat sharper than him.
The only thing that is gratifying is that Robert's black sky internal strength is not yet at his level.
Murakami was defeated steadily, and his eyes flashed as he deliberately retained some strength.
The young man's physical strength is probably much better than that of the old man. If he continues to pester him, his chances of winning will not be great.
The only way to win is to chop off Robert's head in one fell swoop in the next offensive!
Murakami used a flaw and deliberately showed that he was shocked and holding the knife unsteadily. In fact, his hands were full of strength and ready to go. There was also a vague black sky energy lingering around him, and he was determined to fight next.
In just a few moves, Robert can be eliminated.
Robert was surprised at Murakami's weakness, thought for a moment, and then continued to attack with his sword.
Robert's series of skills were not used. Since Murakami made it clear that he wanted to have a try, he was happy to spend less time playing warm-up exercises with an old man.
Robert's moves remained unchanged, but to be on the safe side, he still thought about it and condensed a magic shield.
The next moment the black circular shield was formed, several octopus-like tentacles of black air energy also rushed in. The violent impact instantly caused the magic shield to burst into large fragments.
Robert's body froze, but Murakami's movements would be even more violent.
Murakami was like a shrunken turtle, retreating reflexively.
That movement even broke through the second level of his speed and faintly reached the third level.
Robert raised his eyebrows. This old guy was so fast. It seemed that if he hadn't rushed in quickly, he would have escaped.
Robert launched a rapid charge, and in less than two seconds, he rushed behind Murakami. Murakami's few octopus tentacles made of black sky energy had already consumed a lot of energy on Robert's shield.
Facing the long knife with black sky energy attached to it in Rob's hand, it was naturally shattered with one blow, and there was no way he could offer any decent resistance.
Robert raised his hand and put the long knife on Murakami's shoulder, and said: "Give you a chance to live. Now, immediately, immediately, transfer the ownership of Starlight Building to my name."
That's right, the other winding path Robert mentioned is right here.
Moreover, it was still on the narrow path that he was rushing towards, and Robert didn't even move an extra step.
Murakami raised his hands, and his katana fell to the ground with a sudden sound, making a mournful cry as it made contact with the ground.
Murakami hurriedly said: "Don't kill me, I'll transfer the Starlight Building to your name! Transfer it, I'll transfer it!"
Murakami hurriedly took out his mobile phone with both hands. After dialing the number with trembling fingers, under the guidance of Robert's eyes and the guidance of the long knife in Robert's hand, he calmly said to the other end of the phone: "Hello? Assistant?"
I have received the 33 million. Can you transfer the Starlight Building to the other party's name now?"
"What's your name?"
Robert said: "Robert."
"That's right, it's Robert."
"What? The money has not been remitted. I have already received it. You don't need to know about this... The name on the contract is Akers... Akers is his last name!"
It’s a shame that such a flawed argument was believed by the other party, and thanks to Murakami’s authority, he was of great help to Robert at this time. Five minutes later, a message about the transfer of the Starlight Building industry to his name popped up on Robert’s phone.
Notification.
Here I have to admire the superb business level of the Federation. Not to mention that last time I was able to ask my class teacher to open a company for him, this time I can directly transfer the Starlight Building to his name so easily.
This may also be a manifestation of the chaos in Gotham...
Robert thought that it was very possible, or rather certain, that Gotham needed this kind of environment. He even had reason to believe that scenes of holding knives against people's necks might be staged in every corner of Gotham.
In addition, even Alexandra, one of the five fingers of the hand, can become a federal parliamentarian.
At first, Luo ** even felt that Gotham's random order was somewhat reasonable. At least in his opinion, it was quite comfortable, at least when it came to robbing...oh no, punishing evil and promoting good.
Murakami coughed: "Brother, can you let me go? Don't worry, after you let me go, I will not only give you more money, beasts, dragon bones, black sky and other things, but I will also tell you everything...
…I can’t say enough!”
Just when the last word came out of his throat, Murakami suddenly burst out in anger.
At this time, Robert was standing behind him, and Murakami was in front of him.
Murakami's attack was a little caught off guard because he was moving closer to Robert.
It looked like Murakami had a bomb on him and wanted to kill him together with Robert.
"Die! Haha!"
Countless octopus tentacles suddenly rose up from Murakami's back. People with trypophobia would scream when they see this thing. Even Robert, who has always been calm and composed, his eyelids will jump when he sees this.
These "octopus tentacles" are not just the black sky energy embodied by Murakami.
At this moment, Robert actually felt that they were real living creatures.
They make sounds!
Those voices were like the murmurs of aliens coming from deep in the starry sky. They were not clear and distinct, but they were shocking!
Robert's mind instantly thought of Gnar, the god of symbiotes, and many perverted existences involving the stars in Marvel DC.
What a hassle!
All associations ultimately converge on these two words.
Trouble!
Robert's mind was racing, and in the two seconds left, he made a correct decision.
Current control!
The crackling electric current gathered on his palm. Robert imagined that since the energy of the black sky can bless the long knife, can be embodied, and can be as full of life as these octopus tentacles, then why can't he merge with the electric current to form a black
What about the current of chemical version?
Facts have proved that he succeeded!
The current in Rob's hand changed to black as the energy of the black sky eroded it, as if it had been smudged by ink.
Not only that, Rob then felt the temperature of his palms rise sharply. This was due to the increased energy of the current, which increased the kinetic energy and caused the temperature to rise.
Without thinking, Robert raised his hand and hit the group of tentacles on Murakami's back.
The sounds of tearing and crackling intertwined with those murmurs coming from the depths of the starry sky. Perhaps screaming is more appropriate now.
All in all, the grand scene was unpredictable.
And all of this finally stopped when Murakami screamed.
Robert gasped for breath.
In front of him, Murakami also had a huge bloody hole in his chest, lying on the ground with his eyes open.