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"Say, you're really a disgusting freak. To inflict crushing on Uzel, your strength must be at least above 30 points, and your perceptive sense above 20 points. Yet strangely, your HP is actually a towering 400 - 500 points, and your defence should be 20 points! And yet with all these, you're able to f****ing provide a support ability! Which means your intelligence or spirit should be above 20 points!"
"It's been a long time since I've met an allrounder fool like you. If i hadn't risked myself and seized the chance to deliver a fatal blow, then I might've really been in deep sheet facing you. How much HP do you have left? 200, 300? How much blood do you have left to bleed?"
Facing Lille's provocation, Sheyan remained grim and silent. His face deathly pale as he staggered backwards, step by step. The disastrous punctured wound over his chest spurted out blood continuously, spilling all over the ground. Lille had occupied the advantage, and being fully content with his achievement, he raised his long blade as he fiercely chopped in!
Once again both parties sank into an attack-defense deadlock, except Lille harbored absolute confidence of victory this time! Blade rays flashed out, pressing in step by step, leaving not a single chance of escape for Sheyan. At present, any retaliation by Sheyan was deemed futile, he was like a cornered beast in Lille's eyes.
The two dueled for several minutes. Lille finally stepped backwards and retracted his blade, before he callously announced.
"Just die!"
For some unknown reason, a strange ominous premonition was currently pricking him; yet he reckoned it was due to personally witnessing how his opponent had abruptly turned the tides previously. Hence, even though his 'Phantom Clone' drained MP, Lille had a firm resolution. He triggered the strongest ability he had!
Suddenly, his figure vanished. When he appeared, he was shockingly facing Sheyan's back!
The serious looking Lille crept in as light as a feather from behind, leaping up as he somersaulted over Sheyan's head. Instead, the longblade following his right hand had sketched out a sorrowful oceanic-blue ray; fluently splashing downwards like ink.
This blade ray was like a bright blue crescent, sweeping down unhurriedly from Sheyan's cheek to his chest!
Rank B ability: 'Blade-dance Slash'!!
This incomparably furtive slash drew out an agonizing loud groan from Sheyan. Like a beast on the verge of extinction, he was sent rolling 10 times before he scurried to flee; blood dripping from his fingertips! Then he shockingly threw out a curse-mix, heavily smashing it against the ground! The engulfing poisonous fog raged out, as he turned tail and fled; completely disregarding his exposed back.
Lille's eyes twinkled with a blood-thirsty excitement. After a tiny 1 second confusion, he ignored the poison fog and pursued in. His agility had already exceeded the boundary; although the fog lowered his speed by 20%, he already caught up to Sheyan after a mere 30 metres.
Pressing down with both legs,
He leapt up highly as he beheaded down with both hands gripped around the long blade's shaft! His strike was thriving with his aspiration!
But, but!
In this instant; already deemed as a prey, Sheyan suddenly clenched his fist as he turned around!
Their eyes met. Lille immediately felt a stabbing sensation in his eyes, because Sheyan's gaze contained no timidity, nor pain, nor any fear he was anticipating! Within those blazing pupils, was a wild, untamed and victorious conviction!!!
In that moment, Lille felt like he had raised his blade to chop down a towering mountain that he could not even see the peak. Yet his soul remained resolute as he gritted his teeth, wholeheartedly beheading down with his might!
Chomp! Blood sprayed out. Sheyan's blocking left arm was instantly severed, flinging 5-6 metres away as it landed on the ground. The unstoppable blade pressed in, like a racing current of the Yangtze river; boom! It finally left an unfathomable crevice onto the ground! A crevice as long as a dozen metre!
Several surrounding large plants suffered from this calamitous event, and were chopped cleanly in two as they collapsed with a loud bang; with dust soaring into the skies!
Yet simultaneously, a dark-gold glimmer shone on Sheyan's neck; a layer of faint blue current trickled down his right fist!
Dark-gold necklace 'Smith's Matrix Microchip' ability 'Format' activated.........
'Barbarous armour' activated! 'Zergling Rush' triggered.........
At this moment, Lille was still hanging in midair. Instead, lightning speed punches shot out from Sheyan repetitively! Like sounds of thunder as he frenziedly bombarded Lille's left leg!
Explosive strike!
Crushing damages!!
An immense pain descended from Sheyan's first punch. He could only see the second fist incoming, before Lille felt like a tremendous elephant had trampled over his left thigh. As for the third......there was no more feeling.
This feeling signified one thing......his left leg was crippled.
Just a second ago, Lille was still brimming with complacency. A second later, he submerged into treacherous despair!
Within a split second, Lille's heart sank. A tremendous disappointment, dismay and contradiction, he howled in anguish to the heavens!
A desperate howl identical to a wolf in captivity!
Yet his howl met a spontaneous end, because the ferocious explosive might of Sheyan's fist had rammed against him. The incessant 3 punches shattered his left thigh bone into fragments, and then lifted him high up into the air. His heart and body filled with grime and dirt, blood drenching him entirely.
All his patient acting, all for these 3 punches!
3 punches to cripple Lille and prevent him from fleeing!!! If Sheyan couldn't cripple him with one strike, then an awakened reserve-duty agility Growth-hunter would prove impossible for Sheyan to chase!
Finally, Sheyan slowly retracted his fist! Covered in cuts and bruises, blood was still flowing from his chest wound and an arm was also severed. Yet his appearance was towering, like craggy mountain filled with crevices; connecting heaven and earth, an unending meandering, impossible to exceed.
Just solely observing would fill one with a stifling unsurmountable sensation!
Within those unwavering eyes of his, was a persevering desire to commit murder; Lille's previous impression of him was utterly shattered!
"You, bloody.........liar." Lille's facial muscles twitched, his fingers digging desperately into the tree bark; using it to support him up while panting heavily. Black spots and giddiness filled his vision! That thunderous lightning punches not only crushed his left leg, it destroyed his confidence.
At this moment, Lille finally discovered that this strength had previously plunged by 4 points! It was now 23 points. Yet because of that, Lille discovered a truly frightening fact. That was the enemy's strength was actually.........at least over 46 points!!
This fact crumbled his senses. Naturally, a contestant with a strength above 46 points, had over a 90% chance of a sudden surprise boundary breakthrough!
This meant that Sheyan definitely still had another ace up his sleeves!! The ace of a boundary breakthrough!
"This *****ing support class actually had a strength boundary breakthrough!!"
"My earlier complacency and conceitedness was a huge joke."
The dubious minute suspicious that he neglected finally surged a thousand folds back to him; like a venomous serpent strangling his very soul. He watched on as Sheyan pressed in step by step, then into the bloodshot eyes of his foe. An unhurried ridicule and sarcasm emerged from Sheyan's mouth.
"Come! Just another chop and I'll be in near death state."
"Dammit! Dammit! Based on my deductions, his health should've already dropped to a near death state!"
Lille's pupils shrunk into needle size. After hearing Sheyan's words, he instead thought of his opponent trying to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory; affirming that his foe was pulling a false bravado! He wildly dragged his injured leg, limping forward as he thrusted his long blade towards Sheyan.
2 seconds later, droplets of blood dripped from Sheyan's rigid forehead. A long sorrowful laceration stretched from his forehead to the right of his lips! As for his expression, it was a disturbing wry smile.
Blood camouflaged his face as Sheyan swung out his fist with full might; bluntly crashing it against Lille's nose! 49 points of strength exploded forth, sending Lille flying from the impact!
At that instance, Lille ultimately lost hope. He could deeply admit two facts.
Firstly, this Seaman guy was definitely not pulling a false bravado.
Secondly, if he continued in his obstinance, the one dead would be himself!! The threat of crushing damages was simply too petrifying!
He had never expected a person could be that tenacious. He knew that he had already dealt a perfectly glorious wave of assault. Right from the very first slash, Lille had already felt like he had transformed into a blade of tsunami, and his foe was just a pathetic leaf who couldn't last several seconds within his dreadful tsunami. Yet his enemy had came back from the depths of defeat, and turned the tides in one move!
Lille utterly gave up. His ears still gripped with horror and fear, it was obviously the encroaching Sheyan had inflicted grave pressure onto him. He finally crumbled under the immense pressure, shrieking in horror as he turned to run. Although he was crippled in one leg, Lille was definitely still an outstanding awakened reserve-duty Growth-hunter. His limping speed was still a tad faster than Sheyan's speed!
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