Looking at Han Sen who slowly stood up again, many people seemed to have something surging in their chests, making their chests swell up to a point of discomfort.
The Son of Light's eyes looked at Han Sen, and the previous contempt was no longer there, replaced by a trace of solemnity. It was only at this moment that he regarded Han Sen as his real opponent.
"From now on, I will treat you as an enemy. If you withdraw now, it is too late, otherwise my enemy will not be able to live in this world." The Son of Light looked at Han Sen and said.
Without any answer, Han Sen punched him directly.
The figure of the Son of Light finally moved, and his whole body was still like a ray of light. He flashed in front of Han Sen in an instant, and blazing arcs of light crisscrossed and struck Han Sen's body.
"Ah!" Han Sen's body was chopped into the air, and blood splattered on the dark purple armor, just like bright red peonies blooming in the air.
Bang!
Han Sen's body fell heavily onto the fighting stage. The viewing stage was already silent. They were shocked by the power and invincibility of the Son of Light.
But in their hearts, they still have the slightest hope.
"Stand up!" People shouted in their hearts, but they did not dare to really shout out the voice, because the hope was too humble but too difficult to realize, and they could not even say it.
Just like a match lit in a hurricane, they hope that the match will keep burning, but they are afraid that if they make a sound, the match will be blown out by themselves.
But even if they didn't say anything, they knew very well in their hearts that in such a hurricane, how could the small flame continue to burn? It would probably be blown out by the strong wind immediately.
Han Sen was not a little flame, so he stood up again. There were several cracks on the dark purple armor, and blood was seeping out of it, but Han Sen's body was still upright.
The fist struck the Son of Light again.
The Son of Light snorted coldly, and moved again. Blazing white lights struck Han Sen continuously, causing blood to fall.
Han Sen tried hard to dodge, but the speed of the Son of Light was so fast that he couldn't see clearly and couldn't dodge. Han Sen was knocked down again and again, stood up again and again, and was beaten again and again.
The scars on the armor were criss-crossed, no one knew how many there were.
The dark purple armor was stained red by blood, revealing a purple-red color.
"Stop fighting, give up." There were soft-hearted women whose tears had already flowed down. They couldn't help but cover their mouths and scream. They didn't want to continue like this after seeing the gold coins, and they didn't want to see the gold coins being beaten alive.
die.
Han Sen couldn't hear their voices, and even if he heard them, he wouldn't pay attention to them. He looked very miserable, but in fact it was not as serious as it looked.
If he had replaced it with ordinary armor, he would have been doomed long ago. Under so many terrifying blows, the armor could no longer withstand the collapse.
However, the Demon Ant King's armor itself has a strong recovery ability, and Han Sen simulated the Demon Ant King's breath circulation technique to cooperate with it. The Demon Ant King's armor withstood the blows again and again, but it did not collapse.
The damage suffered in the front was healed in the subsequent attacks, so Han Sen was able to stand up again and again. Otherwise, without the protection of the Demon Ant King's armor, he would have been dismembered by the Son of Light.
Han Sen was knocked down again and again, and he got up again and again and waved his fist at the Son of Light, although he was never able to touch a corner of the Son of Light's clothes.
But this is not Han Sen's reckless move. The speed of the Son of Light is too fast. He can't keep up with the speed of the Son of Light, nor can he block his attacks, let alone defeat the Son of Light.
Therefore, Han Sen must be able to grasp the attack trajectory of the Son of Light, and only if he can encounter the Son of Light can he possibly defeat the Son of Light.
Yitianshu's layout technique can predict and judge the opponent's shot trajectory, and react in advance, just like dodging bullets. Waiting for the opponent to shoot before it is too late to dodge, you must dodge the moment the opponent raises his hand.
Only then will there be a chance.
The techniques of Dong Xuan Sutra can also be done, and can even be done better.
But because the Son of Light was too fast, he couldn't even see clearly how the Son of Light raised his hand, let alone dodge.
So what Han Sen has to do now is to clearly grasp the trajectory of the Son of Light.
If it were anyone else, he would definitely not be able to do this under such a gap, but Han Sen has a Dongxuan aura. From just now until now, he has been observing the flow of the aura of the Son of Light with the Dongxuan aura.
technique.
Before the person moves, the breath moves first. The breath flow in the body of the Son of Light will not deceive others. As long as Han Sen can master his breath flow technique, he can predict the trajectory of his attack in advance and make a proactive decision.
reaction.
"Come on, give me a little more time." In the constant battle, the aura of the Son of Light gradually appeared in front of him, making him more and more able to predict the trajectory of the Son of Light.
However, the humans watching the battle saw Han Sen being knocked down again and again and standing up again and again. His armor was stained red with blood. Many people felt as if their chests were about to explode.
Bang!
Han Sen was hit by a blazing white light again, his head hit the ground, and a stone ditch dozens of centimeters deep and several meters long was pulled out on the ground, making everyone who saw it tremble.
In fact, for Han Sen, this attack was no different from the previous attack. It was not fatal to him, but his neck was slightly twisted. Han Sen was not able to get up immediately, but twisted his neck.
However, Han Sen's action fell into the eyes of the watching humans, and many people's spiritual defenses were suddenly defeated.
In their opinion, Han Sen had been beaten to the point where he could barely stand up. His body had been deformed and twisted by the beating. He looked like he was about to be beaten to death, but he still insisted on struggling to stand up and continue fighting.
This is such a terrible and valuable fighting spirit.
Even some people who originally disliked gold coins couldn't help but feel their blood boiling at this time.
"God B, stand up!" I don't know who shouted it first, almost all the people in the human sanctuary were roaring.
No matter how humble they are, whether they can be heard by the gold coins, or even when it seems that the gold coins are about to die, they just want to shout out, and they just hope to see the gold coins and stand up again, as if they only need to stand up again.
There will be hope when you wake up.
Naturally, Han Sen couldn't hear their voices. He just moved his neck to feel better, and then stood up. However, in the eyes of people outside, this action was like gold coins listening to their shouts and receiving their attention.
The inspiration really started, making them feel unspeakably excited and moved. Because they were so excited, their bodies were shaking uncontrollably.
Even the Queen, who hated Han Sen so much, couldn't help but feel a little excited when she saw this scene. She clenched her fists tightly. Although she didn't shout out, she was hoping for something in her heart.
"God B!" Fang Mingquan was also watching the battle, but he, who usually had a lot of witty words when hosting the show, could not think of any more words at this time, so he just yelled these two words with all his strength.
The Son of Light, who was as powerful as a god, had a trace of unnoticeable panic in his eyes at this time, because he had discovered that Han Sen's armor was repairing itself quickly.
What was even more frightening was that he found that he had never been able to hit the same wound twice in a row.