Time is like quicksand between fingers, passing by unconsciously.
Since the end of the Annihilation Zerg invasion, Lord suddenly became free. Since he was currently unable to improve, he simply adhered to the idea of tempering his mind and will and stayed in this world for about a month.
During this period, he and Nemu took turns teaching Tony the four basic techniques of death, namely: cutting, punching, walking, and ghosting!
After a month of inhumane training, struggling almost every day on the edge of life and death, Tony's progress can be described as rapid. He is indeed worthy of his reputation as a genius. Even Yinmeng praised him for his intelligence.
The only regret is that Tony seems to be a bit biased.
His swordsmanship and white-knuckle fighting skills can basically only be said to be barely adequate, and it would be an understatement to describe them as appalling.
But correspondingly, Tony showed amazing talent and interest in the two skills of Kidou and Shunpo. In just one month, he could skillfully use Kidou below size 60, and even Achieve instant casting of ghosts below number 30.
Although Tony didn't show any talent in Shunpo, he couldn't resist his rising interest. It was rare that this guy didn't rely on his brains, but relied on hard work to cultivate his Shunpo to a level comparable to that of the third seat.
Even Lord was speechless with this desire to survive.
But Tony didn't know it, and even planned to fuse Shunpo and Kidou into his God-killing Mecha.
Ding ding ding ding......
In the amusement park underground at Jing Ling Pavilion, two black figures intertwined.
Brilliant sparks burst out when the swords struck each other, accompanied by the harsh sound of gold and iron clashing. The astral wind caused by the collision of the two spiritual pressures roared wildly, cutting cracks into the flat earth.
Yinmeng was sitting on a large raised rock, with her little white feet tilted up and swaying slightly. She was holding a four-layer burger that was bigger than her face in her left hand, and a large Coke filled with ice cubes in her right hand. Enjoying the two sides fighting fiercely in the field.
The two sides fighting were Lord and Tony.
This is the 'graduation test' formulated by Lord for Tony. As long as he can survive three minutes under his own hands, then Tony's training will be considered a perfect end. If not, he will continue training.
During this month, Tony had to learn a lot of knowledge every day and endure high-intensity battles.
Fortunately, Lord was quite proficient in replying, otherwise Tony might have felt like he would have died a hundred and eighty times before the training was completed.
If there was a regret medicine, Tony would like to travel back in time and give himself a slap in the face so that you would have to come here to suffer for your bad mouth!
In order to end this 'journey to hell', Tony was working hard to pass the test at all costs. If he was trained by Lord for another half month, he even suspected that he might become a psychopath.
"Come on, big pervert!"
Seeing the rise, Nemu held up a Coke and a hamburger in her little hands, shouting loudly for Tony: "Don't lose to brother, if you hold on a little longer, you'll pass soon!"
"I know!"
Tony was too preoccupied with answering Yinmeng, but he accidentally made a mistake and gained another bloodstain on his chest.
"You are so courageous~ How dare you be distracted when you are fighting with me?" Lord swung his sword to wipe away the blood, with a faint smile on his face, and a cold light in his eyes, and said: "What if it happens again? Next time, it won’t be as simple as a wound.”
"Gudong..."
Tony swallowed and hurriedly raised the knife and got into a stance: "I...I know!"
After this month of getting along, he knew that Lord was serious. If he dared to be distracted again, Lord's next stab would definitely hit his neck.
"The entertainment program ends here. Show your true skills, otherwise... you will die." Lord held a short knife that was only a few inches long, and his eyes narrowed into a line. There is a cold light surging.
At this moment, a chill ran down Tony's spine.
A cold, sticky and slippery feeling moved up inch by inch along his muscle veins, like a poisonous snake hiding in the bushes, finally revealing its fangs that were radiating with cold light.
Although the knife seemed short, Tony did not dare to underestimate it in the slightest.
In countless battles over the past month, the extremely fast retracting blade almost caused him a lot of suffering. There were at least seventy or eighty holes all over his body, all of which were pierced by this knife.
"Huh... I understand!" Tony did not hesitate and directly chose the first solution: "Appear, Hephaestus!"
boom!
The spiritual pressure that had been accumulated for a long time suddenly erupted like a volcano!
The rushing flames mixed with the spewing lava instantly raised the temperature in the amusement park by tens of degrees. The metal material extracted from the earth was gradually smelted into shape under the control of Tony's will.
"Um?"
Lord was slightly startled, his expression a bit strange.
It's not because of Tony's spiritual pressure, but because the shape of the metal reshaped by the flames looks a lot like... a cannon!
The metal material lifted out of the earth was reshaped by the flames of Hephaestus, turning into a huge black fort. The height alone was estimated to be about fifteen meters, and the length of the barrel was even more It reached an astonishing fifty meters, and the muzzle diameter was about 800 millimeters.
This thing... looks familiar?
Lord thought for a moment and suddenly remembered, isn't this the Gustav cannon made by Hitler during World War II?
"Hey hey hey..."
Tony jumped up and landed on the giant cannon, showing Lord a sly smile: "Have you ever heard of this saying, caliber is justice, cannon is truth?"
"..."
Lord looked down at his knife, then at the turret that was comparable to a war beast, and felt a little uncomfortable for a moment.
I thought that the swastika of Zaihou was exaggerated enough, but now it seems that the most exaggerated one is Tony. With this guy's Zanpakutō and IQ, he will never really build a hundred and eighty nuclear bombs in the future, and then everyone will do it. A wave of artillery fire, right?
It seems...it's really possible!
Lord suddenly felt a little pain in his balls. If Tony went crazy in Soul Society, Seireitei would not be razed to the ground!
"Someone once said that the best weapon is a weapon that does not need to be used." Tony held the flaming Hephaestus tightly, his eyes flowing with a color like molten gold, and the spiritual pressure around him gathered there like a storm. On the dark hammer, after taking a deep breath, he said solemnly: "But I don't think so. The best weapon should only need to be used once!"
"I would like to solemnly introduce to you, this is my latest invention!"
"A cannon that belongs to the God-killing System and is as powerful as Zeus - Hercules!"
"Of course I also incorporated a few little gadgets, like...Kido!"
"Ghost path?"
Lord raised his eyebrows slightly, showing an interested look: "Then I would like to see how powerful your move is."
"Grant your wish!"
Tony grinned and began to chant a spell: "Beast bones dotted all over the place, spiers, red crystals, and steel wheels. When they move, they are like wind, when they are still, they are empty. The sound of spears hitting each other fills the empty city, the Sixth Path of Breaking." Thirteen·Thunder Roar Cannon!!!"
