Find a Troubled Girl Chapter 168 - 115: Critical Speed Disparity

Chapter 168: Chapter 115: Critical Speed Disparity

Slow Spell!

The magic power ford a new curse art for Li Ang, creating spiritual weight atop the giant hand.

The giant hand’s movents imdiately slowed down, its speed dissolving the light blade was unable to keep up, and as the silver light blade was about to strike, the wind elent creations at the side also began to fully rge, forming a powerful whirlwind accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder.

However, both the light blade and the whirlwind beca sluggish in the next mont.

The Bloody Hand had also unleashed a slow spell.

Moreover, this curse was not a single target but a wide-area broadcast, putting heavy shackles on all, including Li Ang’s attacking creations.

I—damn—it—feels—like—this—to—be—hit—by—this—curse—art!

In the slow state, Li Ang and the Bloody Hand were temporarily synchronized in speed.

He saw the dark red palm covered with cruel thorns twitch a few tis, as if laughing silently.

The next mont, it broke free from Li Ang’s slow spell, and in Li Ang’s perspective, all its actions were several tis faster.

It pointed at Li Ang, seemingly acknowledging, or perhaps intending to show, "Let

demonstrate true spiritual manipulation for you."

Damn it!

The spiritual fluctuation of the Bloody Hand dissolved all of Li Ang’s light blades, forming a fist to smash the wind elent creations into clumps of air masses.

If the duration of being hit by the slow spell for the first ti was ten seconds, the Bloody Hand took less than half that ti to complete these two actions.

Li Ang felt that the constraint ti of his slow spell on it was shorter than that on Fukate, probably only effective for six seconds.

While its slow ti on him exceeded ten seconds.

In the slow state, his perception of ti’s passage had beco distorted; he could only estimate his remaining ti by referencing the duration when both were in the slow state together.

Approximately eight seconds.

His entire being was slowed down by two to three tis, and the number of Silver Blades he wielded was also reduced accordingly. The Bloody Hand easily broke through the silver sharp blade’s attack, flying straight towards Li Ang.

As it approached, he estimated that he still had two seconds of slow ti remaining.

These two seconds were entirely enough for it to launch a fierce attack on Li Ang.

This is the lethal ti difference caused by one being in normal speed while the other is slowed.

He must co up with another solution.

His Secret Technique: Ten Thousand Spirits Stirring was certainly ineffective on it; the thod to cause spiritual chaos was rely a laughable trick to this true master of spiritual manipulation.

For weakening a single target, the slow spell was far more effective than Ten Thousand Spirits Stirring, although it was effective on the Bloody Hand, the duration was very short.

Previously, in his spare ti, Li Ang had considered combining the slow spell with the secret technique to create a new secret technique, but before he could experint, he prematurely experienced what it’s like to be attacked by such a move.

When slowed, it’s impossible to resist. This won’t work; he must keep both speeds consistent to balance the ti difference, or even exceed the opponent—

A flash of inspiration erged in Li Ang’s mind.

Faster...

That ans, acceleration!

However, his thought process had already been slowed; even if making decisions now was based on his rich past experiences, taking only a mont, constructing an "acceleration technique" to counterattack would clearly take longer than the slowed six seconds allowed.

Three seconds remaining.

He had just enough ti to position the Silver Heart Sword in front of him for defense, which could mitigate so damage.

But, what about afterwards?

When the slow spell ends, both would return to a stalemate.

Distraction to conceive the acceleration technique requires ti, and there’s always uncertainty in battle... it’s likely to continue the strenuous battle for a long ti.

If he wants to boost the chance of victory to approach 100%, he must introduce a force to tip the scales—the high-tier elental summoning that Li Ang can call upon would provide much-needed respite.

But to summon it, he must seize the mont.

One second remaining.

Sorry, Dorothy. While thinking, Li Ang took a ring out from his pocket and put it on his finger.

From a distance, a spiritual force connected to him, maintaining its link.

The Bloody Claw approached his face, with the Silver Heart Sword already in front, shaking his head with a rough, dark red, keratin-covered giant claw, a loud boom resounded in Li Ang’s eardrums, but he felt little pain.

Nearby, a half-elf cried out in pain and fell to the ground.

The most crucial opening was the two seconds during which the Bloody Claw attacked him.

No ti to consider why the young girl was so close, Li Ang, while receiving the hit, focused all his attention on shaping the wind elental creations.

Two extraordinary wind elents rged, stirring a fierce hurricane, with the normal wind elental swarm transitioning into a magic wind, and two whirlwind arms that seed almost tangible stretching out from it.

The slow spell ended.

The two demon wind arms extended toward the Bloody Claw, rging and grasping, temporarily trapping it in the middle.

The wind elental creations summoned by Li Ang, infused with a massive amount of magic power, reached tier eight.

Li Ang directed countless Silver Blades, once again like a curtain of rain, towards the Bloody Claw.

It struggled continuously, releasing waves of dissolution that deconstructed the approaching light blades into light points, simultaneously affecting the wind elental creations; their spiritual structure was stable enough, but had beco slightly loosened, causing the whirlwind arms to slightly scatter, releasing several streams of wind.

Li Ang cald his mind, recalling the principles of releasing the slow spell, and pondered how to operate to generate a reverse effect.

"Awoo—!"

A high-pitched howl pierced through the battlefield, Li Ang glimpsed out of the corner of his eye to see Zoe standing in the form of an Ice Wolf not far away. Dorothy was beside her, holding her head and casting healing art on herself.

Behind Zoe, an icy blue giant wolf phantom slowly rose.