Jack felt that he had never been so shocked as he was today.
Being able to walk into the afterlife bar and still walk in alive is a dream that almost every marginalized person in this industry has.
Lin Mo was able to walk into the bar at the age of 16 and even took a lot of photos of him in a ostentatious manner. He expected that Lin Mo would not deceive him.
Therefore, this matter was confirmed to be true from the beginning, and there was no room for Jack's doubts and disbelief.
Jack was tentatively convinced of Lin Mo's strength.
After all, he can go into the afterlife bar, and he will definitely have two brushes. Although this kid looks young, in terms of strength, at least he should not be below him.
Although deep down he had persuaded himself that he should accept the reality, in fact Jack had always had a doubt.
What kind of ability does a kid of this age have to go into a bar?
If he had known, even he himself had been looking forward to it for so long, and he had never gone in!
With this doubt in mind, Jack chose to meet Lin Mo tonight. After a night of detailed talks, although he was still curious about Lin Mo's strength, he really didn't have much doubt about this junior.
Now, the curiosity in the bottom of my heart has disappeared.
Looking at the two people fighting in the open space, Jack felt confused and doubtful about life.
He couldn't keep up with their movements at all.
Fortunately for the strong man, he stood still and was beaten from beginning to end, unable to dodge Lin Mo's slashes.
On the contrary, his defensive posture was very fast, and he could always block most of Lin Mo's slashes in advance, and then subconsciously launched a trivial counterattack.
Looking at Lin Mo, Jack couldn't see him from the beginning to the end.
All he could see in front of him was streaks of blue-green light flashing around the strong man, like the fans' cheering lights swaying in the dark venue at a concert.
Although it was pitch black and no one could be seen, he could still see a few lights in the darkness. Otherwise, Jack really wouldn't know where the Lin Mo people were and from which direction they were attacking.
This situation also made him clearly understand an undeniable fact.
The originally self-righteous "this kid is not beneath me" now seems to be his superiority.
"How can this guy be so good at fighting?"
Jack couldn't help but start asking questions.
However, no one responded to him.
...
Now the situation on the court has undergone new changes.
The fiery red stream of light joined the battlefield, like a holy judge descending from the sky, swinging straight down towards Lin Mo's head, and his blade was imprisoned by the strong man in the posture of an eagle's claws, making it difficult to withdraw it for a moment.
In such a critical moment, the normal approach should be to abandon the sword and run away, and then look for other methods.
But Lin Mo didn't do this. In his eyes, no matter how fast the Holy Judge was, he would have to be slow enough for him to dodge.
At the critical moment, he chose an evasive move that the strong man did not expect.
He tilted his body slightly to avoid the falling blow, and immediately jumped up like an eagle, performing a side flip in mid-air, still holding the handle of the knife tightly in his hand.
Relying on the inertia and strength of the jump, the black unicorn blade cut off one of the strong man's fingers. When it landed, the blade returned to his control again.
The orange-yellow fire in the strong man's hand gradually dissipated, revealing his true appearance.
If you look closely, you will find that it is a red samurai sword.
The scabbard is red, the blade is also red, and even the fire that ignites for no reason on the surface of the katana is red, perfectly matching the color of the Tiger Claw Gang's clothing.
——The thermal samurai sword, the second spring of cold weapons in the cyber era.
While possessing extremely strong toughness and sharpness, the blade adopts a hollow structure. At a rough glance, it looks like two slender blades spliced together. The hollow slender gap in the middle is the thermal energy device of the samurai sword.
Tough, sharp, and capable of burning with fire!
It's a good knife... Lin Mo secretly observed the strong man's reaction. Even though his fingers were cut off, the man didn't look strange at all.
He has never been so happy as he is today, and no matter how many enemies he has tried, they can't resist his blow.
How could he have such a strong and resistant man for him to slaughter like tonight!
The two of them met again, and the flowing light and green light intertwined, forming an airtight network.
The strong man's sword skills were unstructured. The flaming blade struck with great force and heavy weight, and his moves were all simple slashes with wide open and wide openings.
It's like a gorilla dancing wildly with a stick, without any skills at all. It often cuts out with one knife without thinking about the next one. It uses all its strength and doesn't even leave itself to the point of detour. All the sword strikes are It all depends on your own instinct.
Such a barbaric move also made Lin Mo sigh with emotion.
"One force can defeat all skill, and today I have seen it."
Using fighting instinct alone is a helpless move for a strong man.
Although the violent component greatly enhanced his physical fitness and enhanced the power of the prosthetic body, it also eroded his sanity to a certain extent, causing his whole body to fall into a state of "beast instinct".
But faced with "light and fast" speed components and monsters with reaction speeds as high as 14.
All the attacking and defensive movements he made had to be done with all his strength in order to barely keep up with Lin Mo's speed.
However, even such a wide range of sword skills made Lin Mo fearful.
In the hands of ordinary people, if the thermal katana is wielded with all one's strength, it can only chop out a few sparks, and more often it will burn the enemy with the static high temperature on the blade.
However, when this kind of samurai sword was in the hands of a strong man, every time he used the sword, Lin Mo felt as if he was facing a burning fire.
Relying on his own huge strength, the strong man just cut the katana into a "sword and fire" posture!
Compared with the opponent's openness and cooperation, Lin Mo seemed a bit "petty".
His swordsmanship sometimes conceals reality, like a delicate dancing girl entwining her eyes seductively around the target. Her body is graceful and sharp, and she stabs out with murderous intent. She is more like a poisonous snake than a dancing girl, and the blade is lightly touching the strong man. The kiss was lingering.
Sometimes the sword technique is like a lion vomiting its eyes, sharp and precise, fierce and upright but also full of twists and turns.
The emergence of the thermal samurai sword finally brought a lot of changes to the battle situation, adding a bit of "fiery" atmosphere to the field.
Facing the hot flames, even if time slowed down, Lin Mo had to use greater movements to avoid the blazing fire on the blade to avoid burning himself.
Another slash at an angle. The strong man completely used the katana as a club, and he wielded the sharp blade with great force.
Lin Mo raised his sword to block. When the swords met, it was as if there was a huge force pressing on the black unicorn. With the opponent's strength, it was difficult for him to block.
Since it can't be blocked, then deflect it!
With a flick of his wrist, the black unicorn instantly changed his moves and tilted the thermal katana to his side.
Lin Mo stepped forward and got closer. After deflecting the strong man's attack, the black unicorn slashed forward. His posture was like a drawn sword, fast and swift, and the blade was like a lion's thrust.
An ordinary person would have died long ago after receiving this blow, but the black unicorn could only leave a deep cut on the strong man's waist.
Nice, but not something that would kill him.
At this point, the two sides had fought for an unknown number of rounds, and not many minutes had passed. However, Lin Mo, who was in a state of slowdown, couldn't wait any longer.
The duration of Sianwistan is almost over.
Even if he uses and stops during the battle, he will inevitably reach the limit of use time, and he will have to exit the slow state in a few seconds.
On the other hand, the strong man still looked as violent as an ox.
The duration of the violent component is inherently faster than the speed component, and since the opponent obviously doesn't care about the side effects, the duration will only be longer.
time is limited.
Lin Mo took a long breath and slowly held the black unicorn in his backhand, like a samurai who drew his sword and then sheathed it.
But now that the enemy is still alive after being killed by drawing the sword, the sword should not be sheathed.
Instead, he stabbed behind him.
The tip of the black unicorn's knife finally pierced the strong man's back, and the blade stopped after "three-point penetration".
Lin Mo slapped the handle of the knife violently, and the blade lifted up inside the strong man's body, cutting through countless tight mechanical structures.
Finally, as the opponent screamed in pain, the blade came out from the shoulder blade and cut a wound deep enough to show the bone.
The next second, the fiery arc moon struck from Lin Mo's side.
The strong man furiously turned around with the knife, turned around and slashed, but Lin Mo easily dodged the swift blow by leaning back. The flame was only a few centimeters away from his body, and the scorching temperature was transmitted through the jacket to body surface.
There are still 2 seconds... Lin Mo thought to himself.
After the acceleration of Si'an Westan, these two seconds will be extended to about 10 seconds.
In the slow state, Lin Mo took a long breath, and thin traces of sweat gathered on his forehead.
The black unicorn flipped an arc of sword dance in his hand and put the sword into its sheath steadily.
The young man was holding the handle of the knife, all his thoughts were swept away, leaving only the empty Zen and clarity in his heart.
He lowered his body to the ground, and the black unicorn that was put into the scabbard could not see any edge or cold light of the sword, but the boundless killing power seemed to be condensed in the scabbard at this moment!
It's like an ancient sword has been covered with dust over the years, but it only needs a drop of morning dew to scratch it, and the blade's light beneath the dust will shine again!
Draw the knife.
