The black inspiration spread, covering the entire field of vision in front of him.
Han Baiyi watched Gus sinking in front of him as his power continued to expand, and his heart also fell to the bottom.
The black spiritual energy that was so rich that it almost blinded his vision continued to gather, condense, and take shape, swirling around Gus's body and twisting into a dragon, with scales, horns, and tail feathers drawn in detail, just like his true form.
Han Baiyi looked at it dumbfounded.
It's exactly the same as the black dragon on Kotaro's body.
The monk in the distance remained silent and turned around from facing Yinglong to face the two of them.
The huge cherry tree that had been slowly absorbing the black spiritual power suddenly increased its strength, and the flow of black spiritual power became thicker and larger, and was absorbed by the cherry tree as it rotated.
However, the speed of absorption was not as fast as Gus's burning speed. Even though he was just standing there, he was like a torch, flooding everything with black flames.
"Give Robert... back to me..."
Gus's eyes turned white and he almost lost his mind. Only his son was deeply imprinted in his heart and became an obsession.
Han Baiyi looked at his huge, black and plump figure, and couldn't help but think of Taro's soldiers headed by Kotaro.
He is huge, fat, mentally retarded, and extremely powerful.
More importantly...the black dragon hovering over him.
Han Baiyi was deeply impressed.
Before, he thought it was Yinglong's power, but now it seems that this black energy emerged from his body, and it was completely different from Yinglong's red body.
and……
Han Baiyi turned to look at the monk.
This black energy is related to Xianfeng Temple.
"roar"
Gus suddenly roared, and long lines of sticky saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth. His originally pale skin turned black and rotten, like muddy water in a mud pit.
Han Baiyi's heart tightened and he pressed his fingers on the handle of the knife.
Taking a step back, Gus' fist as big as an iron pot fell down like a meteor, leaving a mark on the ground. The huge force hit the wooden floor of the terrace, causing the broken wooden boards to tilt up and wood chips flying everywhere.
Han Baiyi swung his arm and drew the knife. The black door opened and slashed on Gus's arm. The blade cut diagonally into the muscle, but only cut into one third. It made a clanging sound like cutting into metal and embedded into the bone, and then cut again.
Don't go in.
Eyes widened.
Before he could draw the knife, there was a whistling wind in his ears, and a big black hand like a wheel grabbed him at a speed that was extremely unsuitable for him.
Han Baiyi let go of the knife and turned over, slapped Gus's arm with his palm, rolled over upside down, stretched out his hand to grab the handle of the knife using the inertia, stepped on Gus' arm and drew the knife with a recoil.
Gus had no emotion on his face, and black smoke was coming from the wound on his left arm.
Han Baiyi landed, pressing one hand on the ground and squinting slightly.
The body clearly looks like it is about to rot, but it is as hard as steel.
‘Can’t even the Immortal Slash be cut off with one blow...’
Han Baiyi silently stared at the black dragon coiled around Gus in front of him, watching the wisps of black inspiration spreading out.
'However...compared to the black dragon on Kotaro's body that can kill him if touched, Gus's power is still far behind, and he has not yet formed the black realm he had before.'
Han Baiyi glanced at the monk who turned his head in the distance with his peripheral vision, and then looked at the cherry tree absorbing the black spiritual energy.
'Is this the reason...'
Gus roared madly and charged straight at Han Baiyi with a hammer.
Han Baiyi jumped back to avoid it, white thunder loomed on his body, and his pale white pupils were calm and calm.
The ground was hit by Gus's hammer, leaving traces of wooden craters.
Extremely powerful and agile.
Gus, who transformed into a fat bald man with both strength and flexibility, roared incompetently.
Han Baiyi squinted his eyes slightly.
Take a deep breath into your mouth.
It is certainly impossible to say that he does not regret it.
Originally, I just wanted to change the fate of this poor father and let him become a thug for me, but I didn't expect it to turn into what it is now.
Not only did it fail to save him, but it actually made him look like this, leading to a certain death ending.
Seeing Gus' crazy look, Han Baiyi couldn't help but sigh.
Compared to this look, it's really not as satisfying as falling off a cliff to death in the original plot.
"In that case...it's better to let you die."
Han Baiyi was determined.
His eyes no longer dodge.
A fist as big as an iron pot hit the ground, punching straight through, and half of his arm was stuck in the center of the board.
Gus's huge and fat figure made his movements relatively slow, and his arms were trapped in restraints, making it difficult to pull them out for a while.
Han Baiyi jumped sideways to avoid the punch. The black knife opened the door and once again left a mark on Gus's arm, but it was still useless.
Only wisps of black smoke drifted away from the wound.
However, Han Baiyi was not discouraged.
In this world, there is nothing that cannot be killed without death.
This is the law of the world set by the old thief Miyazaki and cannot be violated.
If Han Baiyi fails to kill the enemy with one strike, he will strike again. If that doesn't work, he will cut deeper.
Seeing that only about a third of Gus' arm was cut off, Han Baiyi had a rough idea of what he should do next.
With his eyes fixed on the bald man in front of him, Han Baiyi opened the door and inserted the black knife into its sheath again.
Take a deep breath.
suck
The warm current brought by [Protecting Life and Breathing Yang] continued to circulate in his body, like a thin hot spring stream soaking his internal organs. The degree of expansion and contraction of the lungs became more and more exaggerated with the protection of the warm current.
Han Baiyi's eyes gradually brightened.
Sufficient oxygen keeps his brain highly alert and excited, and the high-speed flowing blood provides full power to his body.
Electric arcs flashed all over.
Bai Lei's stimulation caused his muscles to remain tense and highly contracted under the slight electric shock. The brain wave conduction speed of the nerve center was also affected, making Han Baiyi feel that everything in his field of vision seemed to be slowing down imperceptibly.
It was as if time had slowly stopped flowing.
Although Han Baiyi had been self-hypnotizing before and believed that he was a genius, in fact, he had always maintained a certain degree of inferiority and distrust of his own strength.
Whether it's the Flying Monkey move, Wei Mingliu's swordsmanship, or the Immortal Peak boxing technique, he used his potential bit by bit to create it.
Even if he has gained sufficient body and brain memory experience, he will still have doubts about his body's reaction at certain moments, or resist, and instead retain part of his subjective and immature combat experience.
This kind of thinking is just like the older generation who have used banknotes for a long time but still keep some food stamps as backup. They are not stupid, but they believe in the life they have actually experienced.
For Han Baiyi, this immature combat experience is his food stamps.
But when he really gave his body to his feelings.
He will become a genius who truly understands the three schools of thought.
Open your eyes slightly.
Hold the handle of the knife tightly with your five fingers and place your thumb against the tangs of the knife.
There was no warning, just a sudden arc of electricity on his body, and his footsteps left a deep mark on the wooden floor, and the footprints were almost burnt.
His figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.
Everything in front of Han Baiyi was slowing down.
Very slowly, very slowly.
His pupils gradually began to shrink, and his eyes ignored everything around him. In the peripheral vision, the scenes around him turned into traces like rubbed oil paintings. With every step he took, he could feel the vibration of the air.
However, there was no longer the invisible stagnation in front of him.
The air was no longer an obstacle to him, and there was nothing in front of him.
The oxygen he inhaled deeply before provided almost unlimited power for his high-speed body. The high-speed flow of blood made the green veins appear on his forehead.
Every time your footsteps hit the ground, they accelerate indefinitely.
The movements of the upper body did not exceed the limits of ordinary people's vision, but were just like ordinary people drawing a sword.
Slow and serious.
The black blade emerged from the scabbard with an unprecedented cruelty, and the flashing arc of electricity enveloped the blade.
The blade vibrated at high speed with a very small amplitude.
Gus's movement of pulling his arm out from the floor became extremely slow in Han Baiyi's eyes.
Even the sound could hardly penetrate his ears. With every step he took, the sound seemed to be disconnected, wandering between the virtual and the real.
Han Baiyi didn't care.
In front of him, there was only one slash.
‘stabbing’
Arc flash.
The black knife wrapped with electric current cuts through a space of more than ten meters, and in ordinary people's field of vision, it forms a line in one frame that seems to have traveled through time and space.
Gus, who was roaring incompetently and furiously, suddenly lost his voice.
As if he was confused, he lowered his head strangely.
A thud.
The head fell off.
Han Baiyi stood behind Gus, the black blade slowly sheathed, just like at the beginning, as if there was no movement at all.
Gus's head was stunned, as if he could barely comprehend what happened, and he opened his mouth with difficulty.