??Chapter 645: 344 Kid, you’re pretty good (4000) _1
Chapter 645: 344 Kid, you’re pretty good (4000) _1
Ding-ding-ding! Ding-ding-ding!
The crisp, pleasant sounds of tal resonated like spring water, the tal lines scattered across half the park like droplets. They penetrated the surroundings with a tenacious firmness whether embedded in concrete, drilled into a tree trunk, or wrapped around benches and streetlights.
Encompassing the surrounding darkness, countless web-like strands ensnared the prey.
The dim streetlight occasionally illuminated small areas, revealing the glint of the slashing threads floating in mid-air, glowing like hundreds of fireflies.
By the fountain, sothing out of a nightmare took an arrow-step stance, its body slightly askew. The cross-like large sword in its hands was held vertical in front of his chest, and the emanating black fla obscured most of its body.
The creature’s cloak had been swept away by the gale, revealing wildly flowing blood-red hair. A black band covered its eyes, blinding it physically but a chilling gaze never ceased to project towards its foe: Amos.
In the air about three ters away, a boy had transford into a youth. Growing to a height of one ter eight, his body was sketched with well-grown and perfectly proportioned muscles. His half-long black hair was tied back by tallic silks into a ponytail. His round, gold-rimd glasses were reflecting the moonlight, appearing white.
Amos stood on two gleaming tal threads, his feet apart. Adjusting his white gloves leisurely, he looked condescendingly at the nightmare from above.
“I sense your killing intent. Do you wish to kill ? Hehe! The reality will be quite the contrary…”
The corners of the nightmare’s mouth curled up slightly.
“Of course we desire to kill the renowned Grim Reaper. At your peak, you made our organization suffer terribly. You hunted down five of our core mbers in the span of ten years, impressive indeed. But unfortunately, you’re old now.
Can this body of yours still support reaching the third phase? I bet it’ll crumble the mont you step in.” He squeezed the sword hilt a little tighter, “Furthermore, the Spiral Eyed Sword is in my hand now. As for its ability to enhance the strength of an equal opponent, surely you haven’t forgotten…”
Clang-clang-clang!
There was a sudden clattering of tal in the air. Amos launched an attack without warning. He leapt down from a height of three ters, shaking his hands viciously in front of his chest like a wolf’s claws.
“Secret technique, torrential rain!”
The silver tallic threads sward like a violent rainstorm, carrying an incredibly fierce vibration and cutting power. They sliced through the air, cutting fiercely towards the nightmare! This force could even demolish buildings!
“Secret technique, red fla flower!”
The nightmare swiftly retracted its footstep, slightly tiptoed and swung into a turning sway, resembling a dance, with the cross-like large sword joining the swing.
A spiral of sword flower ford above it.
Black as ink, dancing like fire.
Each petal was a sharp blade scathing through the air. Nurous blades joined together, forming a flaming flower.
Despite the color of the flower being black, its prefix is red because under normal circumstances, anyone hit by the nightmare’s sword would be dismbered by the frenzied sword light, turning into a chunk of flesh, ridians, and a burst of red blood fog.
Consequently, this technique is extrely lethal.
Ding-ding-ding-ding!
The Spiral Eyed Sword and hundreds of Gale Silks collided rapidly, creating a series of harsh frictional noises. The dense sword light clashed with the dense tallic silk mass, negating each other. The formidable cutting vibrations and the eerie black flas intertwined.
The nightmare’s figure seed to be obscured in a golden smoky light. His hands swung out afterimages rapidly, creating arcs in the air as they did so. The nightmare emitted a high-pitched sonic boom, slicing the very air around it. Suddenly, one of its feet crushed several cobblestones, propelling it forward in an arrow-step charge.
At once, the nightmare turned into a black streak, charging straight at the actual Amos controlling hundreds of tallic threads in combat.
“Secret technique, Bone Devourer!”
The nightmare’s spine curled like a stretched bowstring, accumulating a trendous amount of power in the charge.
Whoosh!
It jabbed its sword forward, transforming into a shooting star.
The mont its body rebounded, the nightmare’s arm, along with the hand holding the Spiral Eyed Sword, turned into an arrow.
Ding!!!
A dense tallic net blocked its path.
The sword continued to stab forward, and an intense, ear-piercing noise of tal scraping emanated throughout the park. Thousands of silk threads tensed up at the sa ti, quivering violently, pulling and retracting toward Amos at the center. The ground was ploughed with long and deep traces. Streetlights and seats were dragged and broken off, and the White Stone Fountain was damaged on one side, spilling out water. A dozen trees snapped at the sa ti.
In a secluded corner, Simonyi, hiding in the shadows, narrowed his pupils. A re ten ters in front of him, a tallic thread was wrapped around a two-ter diater flower bed. In the previous collision, the silk thread had cleanly severed the flower bed into two halves, aligning it into two mispositioned rings.
On the left, two more threads were being pulled back, slicing a parked black car at the roadside into three large parts.
Concrete, tal —it seed as fragile as tofu.
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