Hunter: I’m Really Not a Mind Remover

In an instant, he restrained all his mental power and even his momentum.

intent to attack,

The sharp black knife,

The power of thought flowing on the surface of the body...

Everything is restrained in one moment and revealed in the next.

In this process of change, the sword rises and falls...

Just like this, when time almost stopped, the rapier in Feitan's hand was easily cut apart.

In itself, a person with telekinesis ability is most vulnerable when in the state of "zetsu", so it is impossible to suddenly use "zeta" in offense and defense.

That will undoubtedly put you at risk of losing your life at any time.

But this extremely risky approach seems to be the condition for Moyu to take action.

Tick ​​tock, tick tock——

Blood flowed from the gash on Feitan's cheek and dripped onto the ground.

Not paying attention to the wounds on his face, Feitan struggled to suppress the shock in his heart.

Although I really don’t want to admit it, the knife just now——

For a moment, Feitan had the idea of ​​abandoning his sword.

But Feitan quickly adjusted his mentality, calmed his breathing slightly, raised the broken sword in front of his chin, and gently pressed the index finger of his other hand against the broken edge of the rapier.

As a person who likes to torture others, Feitan's heart is cold and hard.

No matter how the cowardice and fear deep in human nature bloomed in front of his eyes, he was as indifferent as if he was watching an ant being dismembered into dozens of pieces, without any emotion or reaction in his heart.

However, Feitan's extreme personality is actually like a spring that keeps tightening...

Once the critical point is reached, it will transform from a calm inner mind that cannot be touched by anything to an extreme appearance that wants to burn everything to the ground.

Feitan looked at Moyou with cold eyes.

He was not convinced.

Moyu turned around and looked at Feitan.

To be more precise, he was looking at the knife wound on Feitan's cheek.

There was a wisp of black hyphae spreading out from the wound, but it was spreading very slowly.

This shows that Feitan quickly calmed down his emotions after breaking the sword and put himself in a relatively calm state.

This was a bit beyond Moyu's expectation.

He thought that cutting off the rapier would make Feitan furious and shorten the growth time of "Kingka Suigetsu"'s hyphae.

But he didn't expect Feitan to calm down so quickly.

"It doesn't matter, it's just enough for me to feel better again."

Moyu looked calm and whispered in his heart.

Immediately, he slowly raised the black knife as before, but did not take the initiative to attack.

The insights and experiences derived from the Hundred-Style Guanyin allowed his swordsmanship to reach a higher level.

But precisely because of the influence of Bai Shi Guanyin, the form of moves has a very strong Bai Shi Guanyin style.

From "Jue" to "Fa", and then to the sword.

This process is the prayer gesture of Guanyin in front of her palms.

The difference between the two is that Moyo needs to take higher risks.

After all, Moyu only has one black sword, unlike Baishi Guanyin, which has multiple arms and can create unlimited combinations of moves between offense and defense.

If Feitan was faster than him just now, then he doesn't have the super high error tolerance brought by the infinite combination of moves like Baishi Guanyin.

The most intuitive outcome is to be killed by Feitan's sword.

despite this--

Moyu's thoughts are clear and his mood is smooth.

Now, he is not afraid of risks and just wants to use Feitan to stabilize this looming state.

When Feitan saw Moyu raising the knife, a chill flashed across his narrow eyes.

Even if the brigade loses...

He wants to win too!

Feitan suddenly took action and disappeared like a ghost.

Its speed is so fast that it is difficult to see with the naked eye.

Moyu held the black knife tightly and instantly entered the state of "absolute".

At this moment, everything in front of me suddenly became slow.

You can clearly see the specks of dust in the flying smoke, and you can also see Feitan's almost blurry black figure.

"Heart Drop Boxing Listen"

This word came to Moyu's mind for no reason.

Immediately——

In the state of enlightenment brought about by Baishi Guanyin, Moyu's body surface surged with mental power, and the black knife that disappeared in an instant reappeared in his hand.

Raise the knife and chop it down.

The blade with lingering telekinesis slashed on the trajectory of Feitan's attack.

Feitan's pupils shrank sharply, and he passed by the black sword light.

laugh--

A bloody arrow sprayed out of mid-air.

The next moment, Feitan revealed his figure more than ten meters behind Moyu.

I saw a gap in the trench coat at his waist, and the bright red wound inside could be seen.

Apparently——

Feitan was defeated in the previous confrontation again, and was slashed in the waist by Mo Yu's sword that seemed to be slow and fast.

Blood gurgled from the wound on Feitan's waist, and wisps of black hyphae quietly crawled out of the wound along with the blood, spreading towards the surroundings.

Feitan couldn't see the black hyphae that was spreading quietly, and his eyes filled with sinister intent stared at Moyu.

after all--

What's going on?

When taking action, one can clearly see Moyu closing his sperm hole and entering the "absolute" state.

At that moment, as long as the broken sword in the hand moves forward slightly, Moyu's lifeline can be cut off at will.

But how could the sudden surge of mental power and the sudden appearance of the black knife be faster than himself in that situation?

His senses were twisted like hemp rope, causing Feitan to have many messy thoughts in his head.

He couldn't understand this phenomenon.

To be more precise, I have never encountered such a move.

Moyu turned around slowly and looked at Feitan calmly.

"It's so slow."

He waved the black knife very casually.

Feitan looked at Mo Yu's careless look, and an unknown anger suddenly surged in his heart.

The edge of the battle circle.

Bisji couldn't hide his surprise and looked at Moyu.

I originally thought Moyu was too reckless, but after seeing Moyu injure Feitan with two knives one after another...

Even though she was used to strong winds and waves, her heart couldn't help but tremble.

"Heart Drop Fist Listen...?"

Moyu's form of telekinesis from stillness to movement made Bisiji notice some signs.

If she hadn't suffered from Alzheimer's disease yet, she would have almost thought it was President Netero standing there.

After all, that kind of mental form is so quiet that no trace of flow can be seen, and the terrifying speed between stillness and movement...

Bisgi has only been seen in President Netero.

Somewhere in the world.

Dirty and noisy food stalls.

Jin saw Moyu's two knives through the live broadcast, and subconsciously straightened his upper body.

Kate, who was next to her, was keenly aware of her master's little movements and couldn't help but turn her head and look over.

"Tsk..."

Jin raised his hand and put it on his stubble-covered chin, his eyes filled with a strange color.

As the founder of the game "Greed Island", Jin can be said to have seen a lot.

In the huge system of strange telekinesis abilities, being able to copy other people's telekinesis abilities is rare, but it is not a big deal.

Jin knew that the mask was the key tool for Moyu to use the Hundred-Style Guanyin, and he could also deduce from this that this kind of tool must require the full cooperation of the original ability user before it can perfect its effect.

Otherwise, the reproduction and restoration would not be able to reach that level.

And judging from the phenomenon and process of the mask disappearing, it is very likely that it is just like the mind tools created by "daydreamers". Not only is it uncontrollable and random, but it is also a disposable consumable.

so--

The appearance and power of Guanyin in a hundred styles may shock and disbelief the people of the twelve earthly branches.

But on Kim's part, it was surprising and amusing at best.

But now I see Moyu’s two swords...

Jin realized that Moyu not only used a disposable telepathy tool to reproduce the ability of the Hundred-Shiki Guanyin, but also reproduced Nitro's unique understanding of the Hundred-Shiki Guanyin's ability.

Then he integrated this understanding, which may take decades to condense, into his swordsmanship, which was barely second-rate.

This is what makes Kim feel magical.

"Good guy..."

Jin rubbed his chin and sighed softly.

Kate looked at her master's reaction and asked a little bit:

"Master, that seems to be a defensive counter-attack technique that requires 'absolute' as a prerequisite. If you are facing more than one enemy, this move will only put yourself in danger, right?"

"Um."

Kim didn't dispute Kate's sentiments, but...

"But this is just the 'beginning'."

"Um?"

Kate didn't know why.

Competition venue.

There was anger burning in Feitan's chest.

"Faster."

"Before his 'absolute' ends..."

While thinking, Feitan attacked Moyu again without believing in evil.

Still looking like a ghost, he disappeared on the spot out of thin air, bringing only a stream of air exuding a dangerous aura.

Two consecutive losses allowed Feitan to increase his speed in the third attack.

The emotion of anger itself can inspire stronger power in those with telekinesis abilities.

But the premise is that you cannot be controlled by emotions.

Moyu's reaction of casually saying "It's so slow" seemed to Feitan to be a kind of contempt, and the anger outlined by it became his fuel at the moment.

Be faster, be faster!

Then kill him!

With such a mood in mind, Feitan's broken sword in his hand pointed at Moyu's vital point with an indomitable momentum.

However, the results did not change.

laugh!

The ghostly black afterimage passed over Moyu's body, but only a blood arrow was scattered nearby.

Feitan increased his speed, but still failed to hit Moyu's fatal line. Instead, he was hit by Moyou with his sword, leaving a slanting knife wound on his chest.

Still not enough——

Not fast enough!

Feitan went a little crazy, and his facial features were slightly distorted.

He can feel it...

As long as it goes a little faster, Moyu's life can be taken away.

Without even looking at the injury on his chest, he turned around with the soles of his feet and shot towards Moyu like lightning.

laugh--

Between the interlaced black shadows, there was another bright bloodstain on the ground nearby.

Feitan revealed his figure, and the windbreaker on his body added a blood-stained gap.

But as far as the injuries were concerned, they were not as serious as the previous two stabs.

This shows that Moyu's "power" is no longer as powerful as before, so the power of his moves has been significantly reduced.

Or perhaps his speed-increasing methods began to make Moyu feel inadequate.

Anyway——

Feitan could clearly feel that he had touched Moyu's death line.

Moyu looked at Feitan, whose momentum had improved, and said calmly: "Do you feel like the 'opportunity' has come?"

"..."

Feitan said nothing, holding the broken sword in front of him, his left index finger lightly touching the still sharp blade, silently accumulating the power for the next attack.

Moyu also held the black knife in front of him and continued: "Your feeling is right, so you have to thank your companions. They worked very hard and exhausted my potential energy at the cost of their lives."

"..."

Feitan's pupils narrowed, and he immediately understood what this so-called "opportunity" represented.

Swish——

Feitan's killing intent surged, and his figure disappeared from the spot.

The next moment,

He had already crossed a distance of more than ten meters and swung the broken sword towards Moyu's carotid artery.

Moyou lowered his eyes, turned his wrist, and the black knife struck Feitan's broken sword like a stream of light.

Clang!

As sparks burst out, the energy transmitted from the black knife forcefully knocked Feitan out.

The escaping energy tore several slender scars on Feitan's face, and drops of blood slowly seeped out from the ends of the scars.

Feitan jumped back and fell from a low altitude. He pressed his feet against the ground and stabilized his body.

Immediately afterwards, Feitan's heels hit the ground hard, and as soon as he stabilized his body, it turned into a black thunder again, carrying the coldness of the broken sword and hitting Moyu not far away.

Before that, he vaguely heard what Moyu was saying.

But he didn't pay attention. His whole body was like a sharp sword, slashing through Moyu's body with lightning speed.

laugh--

Another figure passed by each other, and a stab wound appeared on Feitan's waist and abdomen.

After many speed-up attacks, it seems that I have returned to the starting point...

"What is 1000 minus 7?"

After finishing another attack, Feitan finally heard clearly what Moyu was saying.

But he didn't understand the meaning of Moyu's sudden question.

only--

Moyu's casual, casual and contemptuous attitude.

It was like a prairie fire burning his heart all the time.

"Absolutely...I will kill you...!"

Feitan couldn't bear this kind of frustration, and his eyes were full of killing intent as if he wanted to tear Moyu's muscles out.

If Feitan could see the existence of black hyphae at this moment, then he would see vine-like hyphae spreading in many places on his body.

Feitan couldn't see it, so driven by anger and murderous intent, he attacked Moyu again.

This is his fastest attack ever!

Time seems to stand still at this moment...

After Feitan drew his sword, he finally had a wonderful feeling that he was about to break through the black sword.

And when the time comes the flow rate returns to normal.

The half-broken thin sword flew across Moyu's right shoulder, and shot a blood arrow upward with an inaudible sound.

Success——

Feitan crossed Moyu, and the anger accumulated in his chest finally had a way to vent.

But the next second.

Feitan felt the pain belatedly.

His figure was revealed, and he looked at his right hand in slight shock.

Half of the palm was cut off, and half of the sword flew forward.

"What is 1000 minus 7?"

At this time, Moyu didn't pay attention to the wound on his shoulder, casually removed the black knife, and asked the question again with calm eyes.

Feitan lowered his head slightly, his face covered with heavy clouds.

The anger that had just been vented became even more intense at this moment.

never mind--

Feitan knew that he had lost completely.

In this case, let this anger vent out freely.

As for what Moyu meant by "What is 1,000 minus 7?" he was not interested.

Anyway...

Next, everything will be burned.

What Feitan didn’t know was,

The words Moyu said would represent the way he died.

"嘁Karuchi..."

Feitan raised his hand to wipe away the blood flowing to the corner of his mouth, and seemed to be talking to himself in an awkward and weird language.

Half of his hand was cut off, and the broken sword was also thrown away.

This undoubtedly declared Feitan's failure in Chi Guoguo.

But it doesn’t matter anymore…

For Feitan now, all he needs to do is kill Moyu!