This was exactly what attacking what the enemy must save meant.
Even if Zhao Teng had a ninety-nine percent chance of dodging it.
But would anyone here gamble that they only had a ninety-nine percent chance of dodging this move?
How was this any different from cutting off one's descendants directly?
Could he gamble on whether the spear was harder or his balls were harder?
So he could only block!
"Clang——!!!"
A muffled sound of collision rang out.
The heavy body of the [Fallen Dragon Spear] smashed solidly onto the armor of Zhao Teng's calf.
Even with the golden armor protecting his body, this heavy blow was enough to make Zhao Teng unsteady.
Zhao Teng only felt his calf go numb, his center of gravity instantly losing its balance, staggering and leaning to the side.
"You..."
Zhao Teng was both shocked and angry.
This bug actually dared to use such a ruffian's fighting method?!
"You what you!"
How could Su Ji give him a chance to breathe?
Taking advantage of your illness, I'll take your life!
He flicked his wrist, and the long spear, like a dragon, turned into a sky full of spear shadows, covering Zhao Teng's head and face.
"You had a great time fighting just now, didn't you?"
"You wanted me to shut up, didn't you?"
"You haven't learned how to curse, have you?"
Every time Su Ji asked a question, the spear in his hand became fiercer.
"Then I'll teach you today!"
"This is called 'returning the favor'!"
"This is called 'teaching you how to be a person'!"
"This is called 'fuck your uncle'!"
"Bang bang bang bang bang——!"
The dense sound of collision connected into a piece, and sparks flew everywhere.
Although Zhao Teng was unsteady, he was still a Soul Formation stage foundation, and his reaction was extremely fast.
He protected his head and face with both hands, and the golden armor on his body shone brightly, forcefully bearing Su Ji's storm-like offensive.
But Su Ji's outburst was more to vent and to disrupt Zhao Teng's rhythm.
Every spear smashed on the golden armor, although it couldn't break the defense, the shock force transmitted through the spear body made Zhao Teng's blood and qi surge, making him extremely uncomfortable.
"Get lost!"
Zhao Teng finally caught an opening.
He roared, and the spiritual energy in his body exploded.
Boom——!
A circle of golden air waves exploded outwards with him as the center.
Su Ji only felt a huge force coming at him, and his whole body was lifted and flew out, doing a somersault in the air, and steadily landing on a rock a dozen feet away.
"Huff... Huff..."
Su Ji leaned on his spear, panting heavily.
Refreshing!
Although his hands were numb from the shock, and the newly healed purlicue split open again, blood flowing down the spear shaft.
But these few smashes were really satisfying!
Opposite.
Zhao Teng also steadied his figure.
He looked more wretched than before.
Although the golden armor on his body was intact, it was covered with white marks.
Most importantly, his hair crown was crooked.
That head of meticulously combed black hair had already been slightly burned because of Su Ji's sneak attack earlier.
At this moment, it draped loosely over his shoulders, covering half of his face.
Through the gaps in his hair, one could see the anger in those eyes, which almost turned into substance.
"Su... Hao..."
These two words were squeezed out from between Zhao Teng's teeth one by one.
Every word carried an unforgettable hatred.
"I will crush the bones in your body, inch by inch."
"I will pull out your divine soul and burn it on the earth fire for ten thousand years!"
Zhao Teng slowly raised his hand, and in his palm, a golden longsword condensed again.
But this sword was different from before.
On the sword body, an ancient and desolate pattern flowed.
With the appearance of this sword, the surrounding space began to twist violently.
"Emperor's Extreme·Wrong Star Slash!"
Zhao Teng shouted in a low voice.
There were no fancy movements.
It was just a simple downward slash of the sword.
But in Su Ji's vision, this sword seemed to split the whole world open.
A golden sword light up to a hundred feet long, carrying the aura of destroying everything, came overwhelmingly!
This sword was unavoidable!
Because wherever the sword light passed, the space was locked!
"Senior brother! You can't take this move!"
This was a true killing move of the Soul Formation stage!
"If I can't take it, I have to take it!"
Su Ji gritted his teeth, his mouth full of rust.
At this moment, taking a step back meant death!
"I'll risk it!"
Su Ji stomped his feet fiercely on the ground, crushing it into powder.
He didn't choose to defend.
Because he knew that in the face of absolute power, any defense was paper thin.
The only way to survive was to attack!
Attack against attack!
"Junior sister! Give it all to me!"
Su Ji roared in his heart.
"Okay!"
Su Jiu also didn't hesitate.
At that moment, Su Ji felt that the meridians in his body were going to explode.
The pink stream of light completely merged with the dark red spiritual energy, turning into a black-purple flame he had never seen before, burning fiercely on his body.
The [Fallen Dragon Spear] in his hand even let out an unprecedentedly shrill dragon roar.
The dragon scale patterns on the spear body actually peeled off piece by piece at this moment, turning into real blood-colored small dragons, wrapping around the spear shaft.
Su Ji poured all his strength into this spear strike.
His whole body turned into a purple-black meteor, meeting that terrifying golden sword light, and ruthlessly crashed into it!
At this moment.
The world lost its voice.
The whole world seemed to be left with only the collision of those two rays of light.
The dazzling white light swallowed everything.
Following closely behind was the explosion sound that was enough to shatter eardrums.
The terrifying shockwave swept out, leveling everything within a radius of several miles.
Even the Pavilion Master of Tingfeng, who was watching the show from a distance, had to reinforce the barrier in front of him again, frowning slightly.
"This commotion..."
"Is he really going to fight Zhao Teng to the point of madness?"
"What a good seedling..."
"But if I intervene, how should I explain it to that side..."
"Sigh..."
Rolling smoke and dust covered the sky and the sun.
A long time later.
When the smoke and dust dissipated slightly.
Two figures finally appeared.
Zhao Teng was still suspended in mid-air.
On his chest, the golden armor was broken, leaving a shallow spear mark.
At the corner of his mouth hung a trace of dark red blood.
He was injured.
This was the first time he had been injured in a fight with his peers since he was born.
On the other side.
Su Ji half-kneeled in a huge deep pit.
The skin all over his body was split open, dripping with blood.
But he was still smiling.
Smiling more rampantly and wantonly than before.
"Cough cough..."
Su Ji spat out a mouthful of bruised blood mixed with visceral fragments, raised his head, and looked at Zhao Teng in the sky.
He slowly raised a hand.
That hand trembled, but firmly extended a finger.
He pointed to his own face.
Then he pointed to Zhao Teng's face.
"Sorry, Young Master Zhao."
Su Ji grinned, revealing a mouth full of bloody teeth.
"My hand slipped just now."
"It seems..."
"I slapped your face crooked?"
Zhao Teng subconsciously touched his left cheek.
He then realized that there was a very, very slight burning pain there.
Thinking about it carefully, it should be the moment of the collision just now, when Su Ji stabbed his chest with a spear, unable to break through the defense of his golden armor, the spear slipped out, and he chose to change moves, taking advantage of the situation to slap him.
Because there was no lethality, it was impossible to cause him to dodge and change moves to take back the sword he had already slashed out.
The damage was not great.
The insult...
Was off the charts.
"Su!! Hao!!"
Zhao Teng's roar resounded through the clouds.
As the old saying goes, never hit a man in the face!
Yet, as Su Ji watched the Chosen One completely lose his mind, a cunning gleam of triumph flashed in the depths of his eyes.
That was more like it.
Only in anger would one reveal their flaws.
Only in anger would one throw caution to the wind.
"Come on!"
Su Ji staggered to his feet.
"Let's..."
"Keep going!"
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