When the vulture Rogge was walking on the waves, he held the mother sword of Roland's Sword in his right hand, and the index and middle fingers of his left hand held the Invincible Needle firmly between them.
The index and middle fingers of his left hand kept exerting force, trying to completely break this flying needle that was as thin as a hair and seemed extremely fragile.
Unfortunately, he was destined to be disappointed.
The Invincible Needle was much stronger than he imagined.
The terrifying force between his two fingers that could pinch off high-strength alloys was completely useless.
Not only was the fine needle not broken, but the index and middle fingers of his left hand were so painful that the knuckles turned white.
After all, the effects of these forces are reciprocal.
After discovering that he could not defeat the undefeated magic needle at all, the expression on Vulture Rogge's face flashed with a trace of unnaturalness.
However, this trace of unnaturalness disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
He lowered his head and glanced at the Invincible Divine Needle with strange eyes.
"This flying needle, which is as thin as a hair, is very unusual!"
"I didn't expect this kid to have such a rare treasure in his hands, and his methods are endless."
"It's just that the strength gap between him and me is still too obvious."
"Now he is just hanging on for a breath, like a trapped beast still fighting."
"However, in order to avoid long nights and nightmares, I'd better not continue to play cat and mouse games with him. I should hurry up and kill him."
"By the way, I almost forgot, this kid is also a real master of weapon refining."
"Although he is still young and lacks any background, judging from the fact that he was able to take out the broken knife and the flying needle one after another, this kid should have a lot of wealth."
"After killing him, the things in his Sumeru Ring may give me a bigger surprise."
Thinking like this, the vulture Rogge turned over his hand and put the Invincible Needle in his hand into the Sumeru Ring.
Then, looking at the small figure walking on the waves not far ahead, the distance between him and himself was constantly shrinking, the ridicule in Vulture Rogge's eyes became more intense.
He raised his right hand lightly and slashed out several streaks of blood-red sword energy.
The clone of a little kid in a violent state has extremely sharp senses.
There was no need to look back, just the piercing pain in his back set off alarm bells in his heart.
He knew something was wrong, and without much thought, he completely trusted his body's instincts, the most primitive instinct to deal with crises.
Therefore, at the critical moment, he immediately made a large-scale transformation without any hesitation, narrowly avoiding those few blood-red sword auras.
"Huh?" This discovery shocked Roger the Vulture.
You must know that the blood-red sword energy released by the Mother Sword of Roland in his hand was as fast as lightning, extremely fast.
Otherwise, this kid wouldn't have been unable to react in time under his attack and had his left hand cut off.
But now, the opponent was clearly running away with his back turned, but as if he had eyes in the back of his head, he not only sensed the approaching crisis, but also avoided his attack without any injuries.
How could he not be surprised by the clear difference between before and after?
"This brat is really a bit evil. There has never been a monk with a second-grade peak cultivation level who has been able to support me for such a long time. He is the first and most likely the only one."
At this moment, for some unknown reason, a very bad premonition suddenly flashed through Rogge the Vulture's heart.
He always felt that something was wrong with the other party's reckless running of the road now, as if there was some hidden conspiracy.
But he couldn't explain why.
But soon, he laughed at himself again, feeling that he was making a fuss out of a molehill and taking this brat too seriously.
"The gap in strength between the second-level peak cultivation level and the first-level master level is so huge, it seems like there is a huge chasm in the sky."
"All conspiracies and schemes will only be crushed into pieces in the face of powerful strength."
Thinking of this, Rogge the Vulture no longer hesitated in his heart, and the speed of his feet became a little faster.
Seeing himself gradually approaching the other party, Rogge the Vulture's face became even more cold.
From the very beginning, he was ready to kill the kid and then take his little head back to pay homage to Allen.
However, now he has changed his mind.
Killing this brat directly would be too cheap for him.
Ever since Max, who had raised him since childhood and treated him as his own, was killed, he swore that he would let this kid experience all the tortures in the world, so that he could live but not die, and die in pain and repentance.
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After realizing that the vulture Rogge no longer released the blood-red sword energy, the little kid's clone secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
To be honest, he was really afraid that the old guy would release overwhelming sword energy without any care.
This must be overwhelming for him.
Fortunately, for some unknown reason, Rogge the Vulture seemed to have given up on this attack method, and then turned to wanting to capture him with his own hands.
This discovery made the little kid's clone overjoyed.
"Come on, come closer, come closer!"
"Old guy, hurry up and catch up, I've prepared a big surprise for you!"
In order to make the vulture Rogge fall into the trap as quickly as possible, the little kid's clone even pretended to turn around casually.
"Oops!" After seeing the vulture Rogge who was only a few meters behind him, the little boy's clone exclaimed in a slightly exaggerated voice.
Immediately afterwards, as if he had activated the potential hidden in his body, his speed increased a little.
The vulture Rogge had no doubt that he was there, he just thought that this kid really had no choice but to struggle to his death like a headless fly.
As a result, there was a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and the mocking look in his eyes became even worse.
His speed increased dramatically, and he was ready to surpass this brat in one fell swoop, allowing him to see clearly the real strength gap between the two sides.
At this moment, the speed of the little kid's clone finally reached his limit at the moment.
His feet turned into phantoms and walked on the waves. The salty sea breeze was blocked by the Sirius armor.
As he ran, the little boy's clone felt as if he had broken free from all restraints.
The noisy sound of splashing waves all around suddenly disappeared without a trace.
The whole world seems to have been pressed on pause.
He was the only exception. He was still walking on the waves, breathing quickly and loudly...
Looking at the weird and motionless look of the vulture Rogge with a sneer on his face in front of him, the corners of the little kid's mouth under the clone mask raised slightly.
"Hey, hey, old guy, are you surprised?"
"Is it surprising?"
"Oh, I almost forgot, you are trapped in the realm where my time is suspended, and you can't sense anything."
"That's it, let's send you on your way!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the broken knife in the kid's clone's hand immediately shot out a bloody sword light.
"Pfft!"
The sword flashed across the vulture Rogge's neck.
Nothing unexpected happened.
The sword flashed past.
The vulture Rogge rolled down instantly with a sneer on his head.
Casamonica is the family's first-level master - Vulture Rogge, died!