84: Painful O
Sato Shinsui suddenly opened his eyes in the midst of Chaos, and flawless pure white instantly filled his vision.
After a brief moment of dazedness, he remembered that this was the place where he first obtained power.
He tried his best to search the surroundings, but only saw nothingness.
"You really are a piece of trash. That guy just guided you a little, and you fell for it so easily." A mocking voice appeared out of thin air.
Not far in front of Sato Shinsui, just like in the past, a figure shrouded in black mist appeared out of nowhere. Before that figure spoke, Sato Shinsui had no way of finding its traces.
Unlike before, the black mist around the figure was much thinner and was constantly dissipating. Except for the face, which was still unclear, other parts of the body could be barely identified.
Sato Shinsui wanted to speak, but found that he could not make a sound, and his body could not Move.
Ignoring Sato Shinsui's panic at this moment, the dark shadow continued: "Although you are stupid, stupidity has its benefits. With your stupidity as a cover, at least that guy will subconsciously ignore some of my small actions, giving me a chance to turn the tables. Alright kid, celebrate, you will be the first person to witness my rebirth."
The invisible black mist wrapped around Sato Shinsui, and his vision gradually fell into darkness.
Outside, Mizuno Hiroshi felt as if he were in the center of a storm, with pressure like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami rushing towards him.
He looked vigilant, ready for battle.
Without any warning, a giant fist condensed from bones appeared in the Void Realm, smashing fiercely towards him with a whistling wind.
Mizuno Hiroshi swung his own fist to meet it without hesitation.
As the two fists connected, the bone fist turned into solid shackles in an instant, like cold pythons, tightly locking Mizuno Hiroshi.
Immediately after, the shackles seemed to be pulled by a mysterious force, and he was violently thrown far away.
After the shackles flew away, Sato Shinsui's corpse strangely ignited with pale blue flames, which flickered like ghostly fires from Hell.
His shattered skull actually grew back in a strange way, and the white bones, like demons crawling out of Hell, slowly emerged and wrapped around him. Hundred Skeletons appeared again. Hundred Skeletons jumped out of the deep pit like a nimble cat, and Mizuno Hiroshi happened to break free from the shackles at this moment.
As their eyes met, Mizuno Hiroshi watched Hundred Skeletons vigilantly.
Hundred Skeletons stepped forward, as if merging into the air, and disappeared without a trace.
"Disappeared?"
Mizuno Hiroshi's internal alarm bells rang loudly, every inch of his muscles tensed to the limit. He quickly activated his perception ability, and the tentacles of his Mental Energy extended in all directions like countless fine threads.
The air was filled with a suffocating sense of oppression. Time seemed to be infinitely stretched, and every second felt incredibly long.
Just when Mizuno Hiroshi was fully focused, a cold murderous intent suddenly struck from behind.
Hundred Skeletons appeared behind him like a ghost, without a sound or warning.
His movements were light and swift, like the footsteps of the Grim Reaper, approaching his prey silently.
The sharp blade in his hand, composed of countless sharp bones, flashed with a cold light in the sunlight, like the scythe of the Grim Reaper, mercilessly stabbing at Mizuno Hiroshi's back.
With his beast-like keen intuition, Mizuno Hiroshi dodged violently to the side like a spring at the critical moment.
However, he was still a step too slow.
The sharp bone blade, like a viper spitting its tongue, slashed fiercely at his flesh wings.
A sharp pain instantly surged through his whole body, and black particles erupted from the wound, spreading in the air like boiling ink.
Mizuno Hiroshi's heart sank immediately. Although he expected Hundred Skeletons to become stronger when it reappeared, he didn't expect it to reach such a level.
He clearly felt that before, he could still play with his opponent like a cat playing with a mouse, but now, the positions of the two sides had been completely reversed, and he had become the mouse being played with.
This huge contrast made a strong sense of crisis surge in his heart, but it also made him extremely excited. In his view, only such an opponent could allow him to successfully promote.
The powerful power in Mizuno Hiroshi's body began to surge, that power like a volcanic eruption, churning and roaring in his body.
Mizuno Hiroshi's chest heaved violently, then he let out an angry roar. The sound was like thunder, shaking the surrounding air slightly.
The energy in his body began to erupt. The surrounding air seemed to be drawn into an invisible vortex, stirring crazily, forming a powerful airflow that rushed towards Hundred Skeletons like surging waves.
Hundred Skeletons was calm and composed. He waved his hands and quickly used bones to form a huge shield. The shield was like a solid city wall, with a cold white light on the surface.
The airflow hit the shield, making a deafening sound, as if the God of Thunder was roaring. The surrounding ground was shaken slightly, kicking up dust all over the sky.
Amidst the dust, Hundred Skeletons waved his hands again, and that huge shield instantly turned into countless sharp bone spurs.
Those bone spurs shot towards Mizuno Hiroshi like raindrops. Each bone spur was attached with pale blue flames, drawing hot trajectories in the air, making sharp whistling sounds, carrying the breath of death.
Mizuno Hiroshi stomped his feet violently on the ground. With a loud noise, cracks like spider webs appeared on the ground under his feet. He jumped high like a rocket, trying to avoid this fatal attack.
The bone spurs whistled past under his feet and pierced deeply into the ground, making a teeth-grinding friction sound.
However, the bone spurs that passed under his feet immediately split into new bone spurs, stabbing upwards like maggots on a bone.
The sharp bone spurs cut like sharp blades, instantly leaving several deep wounds on his legs.
At the same time, the pale blue flames followed the wounds and tried to spread, burning his flesh and making a "sizzling" sound.
An inexplicable intuition welled up in his heart. Mizuno Hiroshi made a decisive decision. Dark purple light gathered in his hands, and he forcibly cut off the connection between his legs and his body, letting the severed limbs fall to the ground with the pale blue flames.
He fell from the air in a sorry state, rolled a few times on the ground, and barely steadied his figure.
Just as he stood firm, Mizuno Hiroshi felt his neck tighten suddenly, and a feeling of suffocation struck instantly.
A cold hand gripped his throat like iron pliers, lifting him up.
The pale blue flames spread from the point of contact like maggots on a bone, trying to swallow him completely.
The severe pain of burning made his vision go black, and the shadow of death shrouded his heart.
At the critical moment, a crack appeared on his back, and a new Mizuno Hiroshi crawled out, quickly opening the distance between the two sides.
Mizuno Hiroshi used the method of snake molting to escape again, and this molted Mizuno Hiroshi had no injuries all over his body.
Hundred Skeletons looked at the skin in his hand, then looked at Mizuno Hiroshi who had opened up distance from him and was obviously doing some Move pre-swing, immediately increased the firepower to burn the skin to ashes, stepped forward again, and disappeared without a trace.
Seeing the other party repeating the same trick, Mizuno Hiroshi was not in a hurry. He stretched his arms to both sides, and an invisible wave spread out with him as the center.
The dark purple light covered an area of twenty kilometers, like the Domain of a god.
Hundred Skeletons' figure had nowhere to hide under the purple light. He seemed to be shocked by this sudden change and stood frozen in place.
Mizuno Hiroshi seized the opportunity. Countless dark purple energy spheres gathered around him, like stars surrounding him.
He controlled the energy spheres and bombarded Hundred Skeletons like cannonballs.
Hundred Skeletons hurriedly built a defense with bones. Although he blocked the first wave of attacks, he retreated steadily in the subsequent bombardment, and the defense eventually shattered.
He was submerged in the rain-like energy ball attack.
After the attack subsided, Hundred Skeletons was tattered all over, and the ghostly blue light emanating from the wounds almost changed the color of his body surface.
Mizuno Hiroshi seized the victory and pursued, dancing his hands, and energy blades shot towards Hundred Skeletons like flying knives.
Hundred Skeletons tried to use bones to build wings to fly into the sky to dodge, but his wings were cut off by the energy blades, and pale blue flames gushed out from the wounds, and he fell to the ground in a sorry state.
Mizuno Hiroshi, who had greatly increased his confidence, rushed forward, flew up and kicked Hundred Skeletons in the abdomen, but was grabbed by the ankle by Hundred Skeletons and smashed onto the ground continuously.
After finally cutting off his tail to survive and opening the distance again, Mizuno Hiroshi temporarily extinguished the idea of close combat, used his various skills to attack from a distance, and kited Hundred Skeletons.
In the unknown place, Xiang Yan saw Mizuno Hiroshi's operation after unfolding the Domain, as well as Hundred Skeletons' performance, and couldn't help but support his forehead. He forgot to tell Mizuno Hiroshi that when dealing with this guy, never use energy attacks.
Don't look at Mizuno Hiroshi occupying all the advantages now, but this is just what others are acting for him to see. Once Hundred Skeletons finishes devouring Mizuno Hiroshi's energy, or if Mizuno Hiroshi's energy cannot help him continue to recover his state, Mizuno Hiroshi will be in trouble.
It's just that it's not easy for him to go down and help, after all, what if this guy secretly made some trump card, it would be bad if he capsized after going out. He can only wrong Mizuno Hiroshi and let him pray for his own blessings.
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