Chapter 1681: Chapter 1679: Hold
"Two techniques." Wang Dadong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and replied.
"Sword Regret Technique and Sword God Technique?" Combat God frowned and asked.
Wang Dadong nodded.
"Your comprehension isn’t too bad." Combat God’s slightly furrowed brows relaxed, she said softly, her captivating eyes beyond the blue veil growing more alluring.
If it weren’t for the current situation, Wang Dadong would certainly take a good mont to admire it.
But with the Demon beside, he really had no ti for admiration.
However, Combat God’s words made Wang Dadong’s face twitch slightly, learning Sword Regret Technique and Sword God Technique in a matter of hours, such comprehension can only be called decent?
Of course, Wang Dadong wouldn’t argue with Combat God.
If they couldn’t defeat the Demon, both would die here, and by then, even heaven-defying comprehension would turn into nothing.
"It’s you! Little girl, you really surprised
by being able to wound the great Samael. Today, this king will burn you both to nothing!" Samael’s eyes glead fiercely, his body radiating flas of anger almost tangible, thick to the point of viscosity.
Samael’s power had beco terrifying under the catalyst of anger.
Previously, he might have been close to the Supre Level, now perhaps he had one foot already in the Supre Level.
Though close to Supre and Half-step Supre sound similar, in reality they are vastly different.
Close to Supre ans the power isn’t yet Supre Level, just near it; but Half-step Supre is already Supre Level.
Even half Supre Level is Supre Level.
At this mont, Samael wasn’t in a rush to eliminate the two.
Although Combat God had injured him before, the damage caused was indeed too small, almost negligible.
The only person who could hurt him was the Legendary Warrior.
And this Legendary Warrior before his eyes, even when fully unleashing power, could only barely wound him, and now he was stronger, naturally fearless of Wang Dadong.
"Besides, I will kill all your people." Samael extended his tongue, licking his lips, even his tongue began to ignite flas.
As if he was a creature made entirely from fire.
Wang Dadong charged at Samael again, this ti employing the Martial Technique he learned during the Battle God Trial.
Despair Demon Blade!
Despair Demon Blade, comprehended from despair, extrely powerful.
Each slash more mysterious and profound, each slash more terrifying.
Samael’s expression changed rapidly, swiftly wielding the Fla Sword in his hand to fend off Wang Dadong’s frenzied Fighting Sword attacks.
At this ti, the Fighting Sword seed no longer a sword, but a blade.
A frenzied blade.
Thunk!
When Wang Dadong unleashed the fifth slash of the Despair Demon Blade, Samael was finally struck on the shoulder by Wang Dadong.
The Fighting Sword embedded half a ter deep into Samael’s shoulder.
But unfortunately, Samael’s body was too enormous, half a ter deep wound wasn’t enough to cause severe damage.
Wang Dadong wanted to pull the Fighting Sword out, to continue performing the Despair Demon Blade.
Unfortunately, the Fighting Sword was trapped in Samael’s body, unable to be retrieved imdiately.
But he quickly made the Fighting Sword disappear and reford it.
Yet it was already too late, Samael’s fist slamd into Wang Dadong’s body.
The massive fist like a millstone, directly smashing Wang Dadong flying.
This ti, Wang Dadong was seriously injured.
Combat God caught Wang Dadong again.
"Are you okay?"
"I’m fine, probably just broke a few ribs!" Wang Dadong gritted his teeth against the pain, estimating the number of broken ribs.
"I might have a way, to allow you to use the Twelve Divine Swords Technique." Combat God paused, then suddenly spoke.
Wang Dadong was overjoyed at the words, saying, "Big Sister, whatever thod you have, tell
quickly, or we’ll both die."
Combat God paused, looking sowhat solemn, she said, "This thod is extrely dangerous, if we fail, both of us will die without a burial place!"
Wang Dadong speechless, "I say Combat God Big Sis, why are all your thods so terrifying, can’t you find a safer way?"
"A safer way, can it enable you overnight to achieve combat power close to Supre from Hidden World Interdiate Level?" Combat God countered.
Wang Dadong was stumped, indeed, in this world, generally speaking, the effort and gain are proportional.
For example, if Wang Dadong wanted to learn Fighting Sword through normal ans, it might take a year, or several years, now in less than one night, he learned Fighting Sword, naturally, a price must be paid.
The price being, Combat God lost her Fighting Sword, and he endured the danger of a ’nuclear explosion’.
The difficulty of learning Twelve Divine Swords Technique is actually greater than Fighting Sword, relying on comprehension.
Those with good talent can learn quickly, those with poor talent may never learn in a lifeti.
Of course, this is an exaggerated statent, unless one is a fool, there is no Cultivation Technique that cannot be learned in a lifeti.
"Oh? Seems like you haven’t despaired yet, then let
Samael finally make you despair." Samael let out a sinister laugh, and then the flas of anger that were burning began to contract, eventually forming a shimring suit of armor on his body!
When the flas of anger burned outside his body, they were enough to block a Peak Saint Realm Expert, and now condensed into armor, the defensive power naturally stronger.
Wang Dadong rely using Fighting Sword, would likely no longer be able to cause him harm.
"Combat God Big Sis, whatever thod you have, bring it on, we’re not far from dying without burial..." Feeling the formidable aura emanating from Samael’s body, Wang Dadong said with a mournful face.
Combat God gently took a breath, hesitated slightly in her eyes, then said to Wang Dadong, "Hold ."
"What?" Wang Dadong was stunned upon hearing.
Though Combat God’s body and beauty held deadly allure for Wang Dadong, especially Combat God’s status, enough to make any man fantasize about conquering her.
But damn...
Isn’t this a bit inappropriate right now?
"If you don’t want to die, just do it!" Combat God’s brow slightly furrowed.
"Uh..." Seeing the Combat God within reach, Wang Dadong’s throat slightly twitched.
Though he didn’t know what Combat God was up to, hold if told to hold, if the Demon kills them soon, at least having held Combat God before death, it’s no regret.
Imdiately dropped Fighting Sword, wrapped his hands around Combat God tightly.
Combat God’s figure was good, as Wang Dadong hugged tightly, he imdiately felt a strong softness and bounce against his chest.
Their bodies were closely pressed, their faces almost touching.
Almost able to feel each other’s breath.
Feeling the pressure from Wang Dadong’s hands, Combat God seed sowhat struggling, after all, this was her first ti being embraced by a man.
Besides, when she said hold, she didn’t an this kind of hold...
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