My Avatar is Becoming the Ultimate BOSS Chapter 737 390: Fierce Battle, Rage, Child of the Year Beas

"Boom——!"

The air table tennis shot out violently.

The speed of this air table tennis was unbelievably fast, perhaps even comparable to that of Gu Qiye.

Fortunately, Su Wei had the ability to predict the future by 2 seconds.

He reacted in advance, riding the Teaching Ruler, flying towards the sky. However, sothing unexpected happened; the ball unexpectedly turned in mid-air!

Su Wei was slightly taken aback. His future prediction could only foresee about a second into the future, so he did not acquire this information.

He looked up, seeing not only that the invisible air table tennis was attacking from directly below, but also that Yanmo Lin appeared in front of him like a phantom.

The schoolgirl wielding the Demon Blade pierced through the night sky, the tip of the blade pointing straight forward, aiming at his chest.

"Grand prize, death table tennis."

Anluns patted his palm with the top of the pool stick, smiling.

The next mont, Su Wei's Teaching Ruler suddenly expanded in mid-air, eting the invisible table tennis.

The air table tennis hit the bottom of the Teaching Ruler, and faint cracks appeared on it. Under the force of the counter-thrust, Su Wei's body was propelled upward by the Teaching Ruler, avoiding the stabbing Demon Blade.

Imdiately afterwards, he flipped in the air, the Teaching Ruler once again shrinking to the size of a long sword, catching his body, and then pulling him away from the opponent.

Yanmo Lin did not possess the ability to fly, and fighting in mid-air was evidently not to her advantage. Yet she still leapt into the air, turning like a hawk towards Su Wei.

At the sa ti, the "卍" shaped on the hilt opened at that mont. The Demon Blade seed to transform into a living creature, its pores completely open, spectral figures howled as they surged from the blade's body, bringing a suffocating sense of oppression!

"This is..." Su Wei frowned.

There was no room to dodge in mid-air, so he had to use the Teaching Ruler to guard in front of him, confronting the opponent head-on.

In the next mont, the schoolgirl in "Curse" mode's eyes turned cold, the Demon Blade slashing out a crescent arc. The eerie dark red blade light, accompanied by a swarm of ghostly apparitions, surged violently towards Su Wei, crashing onto the Teaching Ruler.

At that mont, thousands of cracks appeared on one part of the Teaching Ruler, and under the invasion of the spectral figures, Su Wei's pupils were dyed a deep black. Clutching his chest, he was sent flying by the enormous impact, his body hurtling back a full hundred ters.

But before he could catch his breath, "Boom——!" Anluns struck out with the pool stick, another air table tennis rushing towards him with surging air currents.

The golden pool stick's shot table tennis had the ability to track enemies, leaving Su Wei no choice but to expand the other end of the Teaching Ruler, once again enduring the impact of the table tennis.

At that mont, his pupils contracted, his internal organs churned, and an edge of the Teaching Ruler broke apart, the perfect rectangular prism missing a chunk. He spat out a mouthful of blood, finally crashing down inside a wooden house, his figure shrouded in dust.

"Is he dead?" Anluns asked with a smile.

"Not yet."

Yanmo Lin spun and landed, raising her eyes, her jet black pupils staring into the dust.

Monts later, Su Wei slowly walked out from the ruins of the wooden house, his hair disheveled, and the glasses he held shattered. The lenses clattered to the ground, yet a slight calm smile still hung at the corners of his mouth.

"I really am getting old..." he murmured.

In the next mont, the broken Teaching Ruler fell from the sky, crashing to the ground in front of him.

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On the other side of the port, Ghost Bell's tattered cloak flapped in the sea breeze, he summoned a massive five-ter-tall Clock Tower behind him.

The Clock Tower rose from the ground, and simultaneously, a golden clock appeared in Ghost Bell's pupils.

Despite holding deep resentnt towards the mbers of the brigade, he did not act rashly but quietly guarded in front of the Clock Tower.

He also understood that his goal was rely to delay the people of the White Crow Travel Brigade. If he rushed in recklessly, it would only be a miscalculation, easily giving the opponent an opportunity.

"Aren't you coming to attack? It's really not like the impression I have of you, you brute..."

Bloodline curled her lips. The pair of dark giant wings ford by Dragon Blood spread out, suddenly vibrating, propelling her figure in a rapid shot towards Gu Zhuo Case.

In an instant, a deep red long sword appeared in her right hand. She gripped the sword hilt tightly, both hands together cleaving the sword down towards Ghost Bell's figure.

At that mont, the hour hand of the Clock Tower began rotating at high speed, then suddenly halted at the 0 mark, a layer of silvery rcury enveloped the entire world, and Bloodline's figure was frozen in mid-air.

Ghost Bell seized this mont, lunging forward with a twisting motion, launching a fierce punch.

"Boom!"

The tal-clad fist bypassed the Blood Sword, striking into the vampire's abdon creating a deep pit, blasting her body like a cannonball a hundred ters away, smashing through countless wooden houses.

At this mont, ti resud its flow.

Urushibara Osamu manipulated two crows clenching playing cards, flapping their wings as they rushed towards Ghost Bell.

However, the giant Clock Tower behind Ghost Bell suddenly emitted a violent roar, a wave of intense sound waves shot out from inside the Clock Tower, crushing the two crows into dust.

Imdiately afterwards, the playing cards in the crows' mouths exploded, flas rising like fireworks, montarily turning the night sky into daylight.

"Still as troubleso as ever," Urushibara Osamu said expressionlessly.

"This ti there are no despicable tricks left for you." Ghost Bell gazed at him coldly, saying.