Awakening The White Death, Picking Up A Demon Girl With Dual Personality

Chapter 268 The Consequences Of Swinging Forward Too Long

In the battle scene, the game continues.

Facing Mu Xun, Fang Wu actually didn't lose any strength in more than a dozen rounds, and was still launching continuous attacks.

"As fast as the wind!"

"Xu Rulin!"

"Invading like fire!"

"Moveless as a mountain"

Fang Wu's eyes were sharp, and while he was attacking, he kept mumbling words. His punches and kicks with his hands and feet were so fast that it was dizzying and difficult to see clearly.

In just a few seconds, he threw dozens of punches and hundreds of kicks!

Under his offensive, Mu Xun could only keep retreating.

Yu Yuanyuan was a little unbelievable: "I didn't expect that Mu Xun from Guigu was actually suppressed."

Hua Lingze held his chin and nodded lightly: "Well, he should be the strongest transcendent in physical skills in this competition." At this point, he paused and looked at Hua Yingwen next to him with a smile. Said: "Oh, sorry little sister, I didn't mean anything else."

Hua Yingwen took a deep breath and said, "It doesn't matter, his physical skills are indeed better than mine."

As an extraordinary profession of the same type, Hua Yingwen felt the deepest when she saw the battle between Fang Wu and Mu Xun.

With such speed and movement, it is hard to imagine that it is what a level 6 warrior can achieve...

As a warrior, I have to admit that Fang Wu is already much stronger than her...

Meng Feifei's eyes lit up: "Could it be that this game is going to be an upset?"

He turned to look at Truman who was sitting behind him: "Hey, Old Chu, use your data to calculate, what are Fang Wu's chances of winning this game?"

Meng Feifei, Hua Lingze, Hua Yingwen, and Yu Yuanyuan all stood in front of the guardrail watching the game. Only Truman sat in his seat obediently.

While watching the game, Truman flipped through the notebook on his lap. The ball pen in his hand left a few marks on it. No one knew what he was recording.

He looked at his notes, then looked at the field, and said, "According to my data, Fang Wu's winning rate should be 9.163%."

Meng Feifei was stunned: "Really or not? Didn't you collect all the data? Did you already know that he had such strength before the game?"

Truman did not answer. He looked down at his notebook, and then said slowly: "In one minute and fifty-three seconds, this game will be over."

Meng Feifei was stunned: "Huh??"

He was immediately confused.

Could it be that Truman can calculate the time of consecutive victories and defeats?

Truman continued to say calmly: "With the next move in fifteen seconds, Mu Xun will almost have to counterattack.

"Although Fang Wu's several consecutive attacks were fierce and suppressive, they did not cause any substantial harm to Mu Xun.

"Mu Xun has seen through his offensive routine. In the next move, Fang Wuhui will throw his left fist first. According to his habit, the angle of this punch is 109°. With the jab to the eye, Mu Xun will use ' Taicang Yisu', just hit the joint of his left arm."

Meng Feifei, Hua Yingwen, and Yu Yuanyuan were all stunned for a moment, and then they all turned their heads and looked at the arena.

In the battle scene, Fang Wuzhen raised his left fist and shouted loudly. The angle of raising the fist was exactly as Truman said!

Chumen's words really seemed like a prophecy. Mu Xun's eyes flashed, as if he had already seen through Fang Wu's offensive intention. He calmly drew his sword and used the move he had used so many times in this competition. Move - a drop of Taicang!

Buzz——

A ray of blue light sword energy accurately passed through Fang Wu's left arm.

"Uh..." Fang Wu snorted and took a few steps back.

He looked at his left arm, which was completely numb.

Such a fast sword...

"Fang Wu's left arm has had its meridians cut off and cannot be swung," Truman's voice was very soft, and his words were like a devil's whisper: "With his character, he would not want to delay it any longer, and from the perspective of habit To calculate, the possibility of using 'Ji Rufeng' to quickly move to Mu Xun's back and attack is 37%, and the possibility of using 'Xu Rulin' to attack from Mu Xun's right side is 62.91%."

The words just fell.

Sure enough, Fang Wu dodged and stepped to Mu Xun's right side: "Xu Rulin!" He then used the force of his body rotation, raised a high whip kick, and kicked Mu Xun's head hard!

Mu Xun seemed to be standing there without moving much, but with his head tilted slightly to one side, this powerful and heavy kick grazed the side of his face! The distance is only less than one centimeter!

Then, Mu Xun slashed with his sword again.

This sword swept across Fang Wu's chest.

With a "Puff" sound, Fang Wu's clothes in front were cut by the sword blade, his skin and flesh were torn open, and blood spurted out from his chest!

"This move is still Guigu's sword technique - rain hitting pear blossoms." Truman said: "Fang Wu was hit by a sword and retreated about ten meters, and then used his last move."

Fang Wu covered the blood on his chest and stepped back ten meters. He gritted his teeth and looked up at Mu Xun.

Has he seen through it yet...

Fang Wu secretly regretted it in his heart.

In the first few rounds of attacks, he failed to defeat him in one go, but now he seems to have figured out all his tricks and routines.

The best chance to win in one breath has been missed...

‘It seems that we can only make a last ditch effort. ’

Fang Wu thought to himself and suddenly closed his eyes.

In his mind, the whole world seemed to quiet down for a moment...

Fang Wu's right hand slowly lowered and he clenched his fist.

A ball of colorless energy was faintly condensed in his right fist...

Truman said: "Fang Wu wanted to make the final blow and use his most powerful move.

“But Mu Xun won’t give him this chance.

"I will interrupt him."

Veins popped up on Fang Wu's forehead, and all the soul power in his body was concentrated on his right fist.

Those soul powers were compressed to the extreme in his right fist, like a solid body!

Fang Wu suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes had turned white, and even the black pupils disappeared: "Martial skill - soul cannon!"

However......

Mu Xun had already taken the first step.

"The dust flies and the shadow is far away!"

Whoosh——

Mu Xun's figure was extremely fast, and a sword pierced through Fang Wu's body!

By the time the audience saw Mu Xun's movements clearly, Mu Xun had already finished the sword move and appeared behind Fang Wu. At the same time, he had slowly put the long sword into his scabbard.

Fang Wuze was still stagnant on the spot. He looked down at his right hand, suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood with a "pop" sound, and fell to his knees.

"The game is over. There is no way, this is the consequence of swinging too long before casting."

Truman picked up a silver pocket watch, glanced at the time, showed a somewhat regretful look, and sighed: "It's a pity, one minute, fifty-four seconds, thirty-nine, my calculation actually had an error of more than one second, look. After going back and forth, I have to reorganize all the information and re-check it.”

Meng Feifei, Yu Yuanyuan, Hua Lingze, Hua Yingwen: "..."