bioinnovel Chapter 171 The Show-off Muto and the Kid Titan
Chapter 171 The Show-off Muto and the Kid Titan
"You sharp-tongued brat! You're asking for it!"
Sumari was stung by her words, and her offensive suddenly became ruthless and cunning.
A single silver blade, through multi-dimensional mapping, instantly transformed into four, all simultaneously thrusting towards the angel.
But Angel Leng wielded the God-Slaying Sword, guarding the area impenetrably and easily deflecting all attacks.
This made Sumari increasingly alarmed, and she realized with great frustration that what Angel Leng had just said was true.
Without the Silver Blade, she had almost no chance of winning against Angelic Noodles.
Besides this, Zhixin and Azhui also encountered opponents of the third-generation god level.
Zhi Xin floated amidst the wreckage of a warship.
Her opponent was a man wielding a samurai sword, dressed in a black combat uniform, and who looked remarkably like Miyamoto Musashi.
"I am Muto, it is an honor to fight you." Muto nodded slightly, his tone carrying a politeness that seemed out of place on the battlefield.
Zhi Xin did not respond, her gaze calmly sweeping over the blade in the other's hand. At the same time, the data stream in the background was scrolling rapidly.
A moment later, she found some of the other party's information in Li Yao's updated database.
Muto, a professional mercenary from the planet Sien, is suspected to be a third-generation divine body warrior secretly trained under Karl.
The weapon is called the Storm Blade, but it is essentially a high-power particle accelerator that can effectively damage the third-generation divine body.
Zhi Xin looked up at the man opposite her, her gaze slightly narrowed.
The three generations of gods that Karl sent to directly restrain are not to be underestimated.
Seeing that she remained silent, Muto was not annoyed. Instead, he flicked his wrist, and the Storm Blade pointed diagonally at the ground.
The next second, he attacked Zhixin.
Zhi Xin reacted immediately, leaning back to dodge the attack before thrusting her sword forward.
Unexpectedly, the other party's body suddenly turned into a stream of blue particles and disappeared from the spot in an instant.
The Blazing Heart Sword merely sliced through a wisp of scattered light dust.
Immediately afterwards, Muto's figure reformed behind her, and his Storm Blade slashed down.
Zhi Xin immediately turned around, raised her sword to parry, and the swords clashed.
The moment the two energies collided, she felt a subtle but continuous vibration coming from the sword, making her slightly unsteady.
She immediately used her strength to shake the other person away.
"The right wing of Holy Keisha is indeed extraordinary."
Muto took a half step back, his tone still calm, but he had already readjusted his center of gravity.
Zhi Xin didn't reply. Instead, she took a step forward, her sword flashing like snow, aiming straight for her opponent's head.
Muto's body particled again, bypassing her sword's edge, reforming on the other side, and continuing his attack.
His attacks were relentless, sometimes coalescing into a physical form to strike head-on, and sometimes dispersing into streams of particles to launch surprise attacks from tricky angles. His figure flickered repeatedly within a range of several meters, making his movements unpredictable and difficult to discern.
The Storm Blade's sharpness was relentless, each strike aimed directly at the enemy's vitals; an ordinary third-generation god would have been exhausted long ago.
Ke Zhixin always maintained a steady pace, and his swordplay was neat and precise.
She didn't rush to counterattack, but instead used defense as a form of offense, with each block precisely hitting the point where the particle flow was re-condensing.
In a short time, the two had already exchanged over a hundred blows.
During this period, Zhixin's secondary biological engine has fully analyzed the particle oscillation frequency of the Storm Blade, as well as the energy trajectory pattern during Mutou's displacement.
As the opponent dispersed into particles again and pounced from the side and rear, Zhi Xin's eyes narrowed, and a miniature barrier immediately blocked the opponent's path of movement.
"Bang!"
With a muffled thud, the high-speed particle stream crashed into the barrier and was forced to instantly condense into a shape.
Muto groaned and staggered back several steps. A deep tear was cut into his combat uniform on his shoulder, and blood was faintly seeping through.
He tightened his grip on the knife, and his gaze toward Zhixin became more serious.
Zhi Xin, on the other hand, looked at the other party calmly, without even using her silver blade yet.
The distinction between superior and inferior has already become quite clear.
Compared to the solemn and murderous atmosphere on Zhixin's side, the battlefield on Azhui's side had a more absurd and comical feel.
Standing in front of A-Zhui was a tiny little thing, supposedly a third-generation god, but his height only reached her waist at most.
This person was a Titan from the Poke Nebula, carrying a hammer taller than himself and a meteor shield half the height of a person on his back. The contrast between his weapon and his size was ridiculous.
Ah Zhui launched the first probing attack.
His figure transformed into several afterimages, slashing towards the opponent like a storm.
To everyone's surprise, the little man's shield was exceptionally sturdy, protecting him with a few crisp clanging sounds, completely blocking her high-speed attack.
"Where did this wild child come from?"
A-Zhui sheathed her sword and took a half-step back, raising an eyebrow as she sized him up, her eyes filled with surprise.
Titan looked up at her and uttered a mixed, androgynous voice: "Miss, you're so fierce, I like it."
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly leaped up, swinging the sledgehammer high into the air, aiming it at Ah Zhui's face.
Ah-Zhui easily dodged, laughing and teasing, "Have you been weaned yet, you little brat? Trying to be an adult and working as a mercenary?"
"Pah! You long-legged creature with a dog's eye for people!"
Titan cursed and swung his hammer down at her lower body with a whooshing sound.
"Hahaha."
Ah Zhui chuckled, lightly touched the ground with her toes and leaped into the air, kicking his shield in the process.
Titan grunted and slid backward for more than ten meters before regaining his balance.
Ah-Zhui hovered in mid-air, swinging her long legs, and said with glee, "What? Envious?"
"Speaking of which, with your height, you can't even reach halfway up my leg, can you?"
Hearing this, Titan reacted as if he'd been stepped on the tail, roaring, "Damn birdman! How dare you call me short!"
With bloodshot eyes, he charged at Ah Zhui, unleashing a move called the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique. This move was several times more ruthless than before, with each strike carrying the power to split mountains and shatter rocks.
This attack caused Ah Zhui's hand holding the sword to sink slightly.
The opponent was indeed very strong. If it were a second-generation angel, this single blow would have been enough to smash him into a pulp.
But that's about it.
She steadied her sword strike, using the impact to take a slight step back, calmly dissipating the force, and then counterattacked by pressing down on her wrist, repelling Titan.
Ah-Zhui looked at him with a mischievous smile on her lips.
Although the opponent is a third-generation god, his personality is such that he explodes at the slightest provocation.
In the ensuing battle, Ah Zhui moved nimbly, weaving freely among the hammer shadows, occasionally raising his hand to flick his sword, his sarcastic remarks never ceasing.
Titan was strong, but not fast enough, and was constantly being chased by A.
A-Zhui's verbal attacks enraged Titan, causing him to yell and scream, making his attacks increasingly chaotic and revealing more and more openings.
In the distance, Hua Ye scanned several battlefields in succession, seeing that Wu Teng was being suppressed by Zhi Xin and Titan was being teased by A Zhui. He immediately looked at Snow with dissatisfaction:
"Seriously, Karl only sent these two bastards? A pretentious guy and a little kid, what good are they?"
Snow frowned, about to explain, when he suddenly realized something and instinctively looked up at the sky.
A huge golden palm print was pressing straight down on their location.
Seeing the palm strike descending from the sky, his expression changed drastically, and he shouted sharply:
"Oh no! Get out of the way!"