Zheng——
There was a loud and reverberating sound of metal clashing.
Smoke and clouds rolled up on Fan Luo's body, like a hurricane sweeping away the steam created by Illumi.
In the sky, a thin figure slowly descended.
The sickle returned to normal size and was embedded in both arms, with a narrow blade tip pulled out at the elbow, horns protruding from the forehead, and the shoulder blades, chest and abdomen, thighs, and toes were all covered with a layer of fang-like bones.
It was as if all the excess muscle and fat had condensed into bones, making him... less human.
Illumi spread his fingers, and several bone spurs broke free from his flesh, tearing the air, and shot towards Fan Luo.
But just when Fan Luo was about to separate with his knife, the bone spurs suddenly exploded, and a large number of fine bone needles exploded like toothpicks.
Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding——
The bone needle hit the black barrier.
Not a single one was left, but all were blocked.
The blade of the sword is wrapped with jade, and the ink smoke becomes a book.
Fan Luo touched the ground with his long knife, and the ink droplets fell. The mist circled around him like a man riding the wind, escaping into the sky. The ink stains instantly spread across the arena, leaving behind the handwriting that has not yet faded away.
——Poker.
Fan Luo intertwined with the strange-looking Illumi, just like a brush filled with ink drawing a "メ" on the paper, breaking into the bones and seeping into the depths.
Zila——
A series of sparks flew.
Fan Luo's knife was held up and pushed away by layers of creepy, sharp bones.
A strong sense of crisis suddenly arises.
Fan Luo gritted his teeth, and the smoke billowed, and the smoke instantly filled the air and enveloped the arena.
Suddenly, he ducked down and felt something close to him passing by at high speed, crashing through the smoke. He turned around and saw that the corner of the ring was cut open by a long and narrow blade, like tofu.
The man covered in bone spurs turned around.
Crash into smoke again.
Fan Luo took off his long sword, clasped his hands together, and poured out fist seals into the air.
——Desolate bite.
Illumi's brutal charging body paused, as if he was stuck in a quagmire. He was hit by fist marks from all angles. His speed dropped again and again. If he could no longer maintain his forward momentum, he was hit by a knife in front of him.
Tick tock...tick tock...
Blood flowed out.
It was not bright red blood, but a dark red liquid like mercury.
A stab wound appeared on Illumi's face, and the ink-like smoke was blocking muscle contraction, making it impossible for him to recover quickly.
Fan Luo walked with his sword in hand, carrying the mist around him.
A black reflective ink drop hangs from the blade.
Like an ethereal immortal using a knife as a pen and the sky as a paper, he writes with thick ink and color.
Lift the knife, swing it down, lift the knife, cut it off.
Each sword cut out a dragon-flying and phoenix-like handwriting, like seals, imprinted on Illumi's body.
"The ink paintings of immortals...are immortals...are immortals..."
The master of the Mo Dao Sect, who was hiding in the crowd, was shaking all over and was so excited that he couldn't say a complete sentence.
If the battle between Ariu and Illumi was a battle between monsters at the beginning, then now it is an exchange between immortals and demons.
At this moment, Fan Luo felt a strange and wonderful roundness, like a broken mirror being filled with a new frame, and the missing mirror surfaces were being repaired one by one.
Fan Luo glanced at the skill bar distractedly.
I saw that the original sword intention was replaced by the "Mo Knife", and the state returned directly to the transcendental and holy state.
In the land that had not been entered in a long time, under the broken knife-shaped seed, a black knife emerged, with little black tigers escaping one after another painted on the tip of the knife.
But if you want to release the sword of nothingness again, it is impossible. It is one of the manifestations of power in the universe where the desert island is located. It is not applicable in this world and cannot be brewed.
For the first time, the fusion of two cosmic sword techniques appeared, and Fan Luo gained a new understanding of swordsmanship.
He waved the ink knife, painted with the knife, and cut out a black tiger. The black tiger roared, as if it ran out of a landscape painting, and pounced on the astonished Illumi.
Fan Luo didn't stop swinging his sword, one after another, slashing out dozens of black tigers, playfully fighting with Illumi.
The black tiger sometimes turned into a sword and ink, and sometimes turned back to the tiger form, but no matter the sword or tiger form, it could never really hurt Illumi, who was covered in bone spurs.
Fan Luo held the ink knife and focused on everything in the air. In an instant, the black tiger ink knife that he slashed before turned into extremely cold black knives, cutting around Illumi.
Click, click, click——
The bone spurs were broken and fell off, and fresh knife marks appeared on Illumi's body. He was strangled by the black knife energy.
Under Fan Luo's urging, these black knives have undergone qualitative changes. Even if they are wielded from a distance, each sword is as if Fan Luo is using it with all his strength. The power depends on how many black tigers have been slashed out before.
Fan Luo gave this move a name in his heart.
——Long live: Mo Hu.
Forty-seven cuts with the sword energy were completed in an instant. The ferocious bone spurs on Illumi's body were almost exhausted, and Illumi, who was covered in cuts and bruises, also reached his limit.
"You, you win."
After saying these words, Illumi's body changed again, quickly returning to his original, unremarkable appearance, but he seemed to be more than ten years older.
As Illumi's transformation ended, the world also quietly changed. The loud and noisy voices that were still shouting disappeared in an instant. The newspapers floating in the sky seemed to be stuck with glue and remained motionless.
The bone spurs that were chopped up by the black knife and fell off Illumi's body suddenly exploded into a piece of bone powder, forming lines of small gray characters in the air:
Boxing incident:
The requirements for this event are as follows:
1. Apprentice to martial arts school (completed).
2. Kick three martial arts schools or break into any gang in Sui City without dying (completed).
4. First in Suicheng (completed).
The 'event evaluation' has been improved. The current boxing event evaluation is 320%, and the evaluation settlement game currency is: 243 coins (base 15 coins).
Player Fan Luo, you have completed the first, second, and fourth requirements of the Fist Wu incident. You can choose to end the "Fist Wu incident" immediately and return to the game hall, or you can choose to continue exploring and decrypt the Fist Wu incident in depth.
(Tip: The maximum completion rating of the boxing event is 380%, and the current rating is 320%.)
(Important note: Once you choose to continue exploring and choose to end the "Fist and Martial Arts Incident" during the exploration process, all evaluations for this event will be deducted.)
Please make your choice as soon as possible: 120 seconds countdown...
Fan Luo chose to continue.
They have already won the first place in the world, and there is only one requirement left to open a martial arts gym in Suicheng to pass the level.
No reason to give up.
He still remembered that the officer at the textile factory said that the reward for clearing the level would be 500 game coins.
As Fan Luo makes his choice, the world returns to normal.
Cheers and shouts resounded throughout Suicheng. The newspapers fluttered in the sky and slowly fell back to the ground, where they were trampled and crushed by the audience.
Witnessed by beaming Eastern officials and a few reluctant foreigners, Fan Luo received the championship trophy, which was made of pure gold.
Other than that, nothing?
Although Fan Luo doesn't care, aren't the prizes in this so-called first World Martial Arts Competition too 'monotonous'?
Just rely on vanity to attract masters from all over the world?
Fortunately, just when Fan Luo was about to step off the ring, several people struggled to carry a large box up. The box was opened, and the golden light suddenly blinded everyone's eyes. It was full of gold.
The loom quickly assessed the chest of gold's value in this world.
About 3 billion.
"Vulgar," Fan Luo curled his lips.
Then he called to the ecstatic martial arts brothers and students, and together they carried a large box of gold back to the martial arts gym.
The first World Martial Arts Tournament has officially come to an end.
Suicheng turned into a sea of joy.
Citizens joining in the fun along the way blocked the road so much that it was impossible to pass.
(Thank you for the 2 monthly tickets for changing your name, which is so valuable, and thank you for the monthly tickets for Mu Shui Xingzhe, Inexplicable, and then continue to sleep, mua~ (macho heartbeat))
