This ti won't be an exception either!!
Holding the Double Hamrs high, He Bashan's face was adorned with a smile, his pupils chaotically swirling within his eye sockets.
He was analyzing the speed at which Fang Yu would launch the attack, when the sword would be slashed, and what moves would follow.
Integrating last night's data of Fang Yu's battles and today's intense fight with Lin Kuanglong, as well as the efficient defeat of Tie Shi the Stone Elder, all sorts of information were being factored in his brain like extra conditions.
At this mont, to He Bashan's eyes, the charging figure seed to split into dozens of different attacking afterimages from every direction.
As the distance closed in, these afterimages started to vanish quickly, leaving only five or six still approaching, and his ti for thought was running scant.
The afterimages were rely a tangible manifestation of He Bashan's battlefield situation analysis.
In essence, it was the brain's computing power.
"Found it!"
When only one afterimage was left.
When the enemy was already close at hand.
He Bashan, with a fierce smile, suddenly smashed down the Double Hamrs he had raised.
BANG!!!
The sound of whooshing wind!
Caught you!
Now, if you draw your sword, you will be smashed to death by my Double Hamrs.
If you don't draw the sword, if you retreat, you will fall into my rhythm.
Just one breath's duration, and my potential will surge continuously, becoming stronger as the battle goes on, and even stronger against formidable foes!
Convert this pressure into nourishnt, and achieve personal growth!
A light of excitent shone in He Bashan's eyes.
He had already foreseen the future of Fang Yu—that unstoppable figure would be ground to mud under his heavy hamrs!
The hamrs smash down!
BOOM!!
Dust billows, and He Bashan, who had just been sneering, suddenly changed his complexion.
Because the sensation of this hamr strike was wrong.
It felt like he had struck air.
"Where are you! Where are you!!"
He Bashan roared as he looked around.
As the dust slowly dispersed, he suddenly paused, looked down slowly, and realized that his chest had been pierced by a long Bone Blade at so point.
"How can this be... When did this happen..."
He Bashan was stunned.
He was too focused.
As the opponent charged in full force, his mind had too much to calculate, and the anticipated results even materialized into visible afterimages.
But the final outco was not at all like what he had computed.
Thump.
He Bashan kneeled down, vomiting blood with a gah.
As the dust settled.
The figure of the incoming person and their... location was revealed.
It was, standing four or five ters away from He Bashan.
And the Bone Blade was able to pierce with a single thrust because... the Bone Blade was too long.
That white powder-coated Bone Blade, extending out, was indeed four or five ters long, just enough to run right through the chest of He Bashan.
"I was sure, positive that you were very close to ! Very close!!!"
He Bashan could accept his defeat, but he couldn't accept that his pride in his analytical ability was utterly negated.
His simulated outco was completely wrong??
"In that instant, I indeed was very close to you, but I also imdiately sensed that you seed to have locked on, even predicted my movent, and attacked preemptively. So, I retreated."
Fang Yu spoke slowly.
The Yuan Demon Body should not be treated as a conventional weapon.
Thus, he also needed to start gauging, in a normal state, with the Bone Armor, and in various other states, his approximate strength levels.
The situation in Tianyuan Town was deteriorating, and Fang Yu had to start making plans sooner.
"You retreated, so why did I still get hit by the sword?" He Bashan was bewildered.
So the result of his calculations was correct?
What's happening now then?
"Who said you can't attack while retreating? Besides, my sword is sowhat longer."
It was more than sowhat longer.
Spanning across four or five ters, while retreating, suddenly extending the Bone Blade and piercing through the chest of He Bashan.
If not for his recent growth in strength, where the Bone Armor could produce longer Bone Blades, Fang Yu might not have been able to pull off this feat.
Of course, even without doing that, He Bashan would most likely not be an opponent under my Bone Armor state.
Under the Bone Armor, whether it's the strength-based Bone Hamr, the sharp form of the Bone Blade, or the mimicking Elephant Feet, all can exert impressive power, elevating the upper limit of strength.
But as for He Bashan, he's not enough of a threat.
[He Bashan: 546/1500.]
Although He Bashan still has health points, his heart has been penetrated by my Bone Blade.
Humans have weaknesses.
When a vital organ like the heart is pierced by a large blade, it's difficult to stay alive.
From the mont he received that strike, his health bar beca very fragile.
Without imdiate dical attention, it's likely to deplete on its own before long.
Not everyone has abilities like Fang Yu, with a Data Avatar Body that can separate from its organs without issue.
Even demons, when their vital organs are damaged, will die a terrible death.
He Bashan's martial prowess is still not bad, but he doesn't fall into the category of a Monster.
Hiss!!
-114!
[He Bashan: 432/1500.]
Accompanied by Fang Yu violently yanking his Bone Blade back, He Bashan knelt on the ground with a thud.
He Bashan stared intently at the young man approaching him, covering his chest that continued to bleed profusely with his hand.
"I really didn't expect... to fall... by your hand!"
Step.
Fang Yu just happened to arrive in front of He Bashan at this ti, shrugging his shoulders.
"I also didn't expect you would co presenting your head on a platter. The Foolish Underworld has already gotten the ssage; why would you dare to swagger in like this? Don't tell you think last night's Bonfire Gathering's arena kept the information very secretive?"
Hearing this, He Bashan grinned, his mouth full of blood, seeping out from between his teeth, creating a sowhat unsettling and bizarre sight.
While coughing up blood, he spoke.
"Do you think I care? As long as I can fight with the strong, what difference does it make which organization I affiliate with... Even if... even if I die... at a strong person's hands, I'll have... died..."
Buzz!
With a flash of the sword, He Bashan's head rolled to the ground.
-432!
[He Bashan: 0/1500.]
[System Prompt: Congratulations to the player for killing [He Bashan], gaining 240 Experience Points.]
[System Prompt: Experience Points have broken through 100, a total of 2 attribute points are converted.]
[System Prompt: Detected that [He Bashan] is Human, [Green Demon Blood] bloodline talent activates.]
[System Prompt: Congratulations to the player's max health increased by 1500 points.]
[Health: 21023/23178.]
The mont he killed [He Bashan], Fang Yu suddenly felt an indescribable sensation, as though a faint Evil Qi was slowly wrapping around him, but there was no system prompt.
Perhaps the concentration wasn't enough to trigger the prompt?
Before Fang Yu could ponder deeper, the [soul clothes: Broken Sleeve] tied to his arm suddenly swept away this sensation, absorbing it into the sleeve, the pitch-black part seed to have faded by a shade.
Seeing this, joy flashed in Fang Yu's heart.
With this Talisman of Malevolence Dispelling on hand, it's reassuring!
If it weren't for the nurous formidable foes nearby, Fang Yu wouldn't want to stand out too much; otherwise, he could take the opportunity to develop his strength.
Additionally, in the midst of the chaotic battle, his health points were surprisingly well maintained.
Mainly because the people from Yangshen Hall were clearing the path and protecting him, hardly anyone had the chance to land a hit on him.
It was only He Bashan who ca looking for trouble.
But if you really think about it, He Bashan is just a Vanguard, a brash youngster, who got sold and still helped the traitor count the money.
What Bonfire Gathering protector? He didn't even have a subordinate by his side.
In his view, the Bonfire Gathering was purely using these people as cannon fodder.
"I just saw you achieve victory, I thought you were going to leave him a living mouth, why suddenly kill again?"
Zhuo Xueer's voice suddenly sounded from behind.
Fang Yu had been aware all along, but simply didn't turn around.
"He doesn't know anything, just a pawn of the Bonfire Gathering. Besides, that strike had penetrated his heart and lungs, he wouldn't have lived much longer. Better to end it quickly."
"Is that so."
Zhuo Xueer walked past Fang Yu and started to search the body. Quickly, she pulled out a token.
It was unexpectedly He Bashan's position token from the Bonfire Gathering.
He actually still carried this useless thing on him?
Fang Yu was sowhat surprised.
Zhuo Xueer weighed the token, examining the material, while glancing over at the chaotic battle between the Lin Family and the Li Family.
Suddenly, Zhuo Xueer abruptly stopped her actions, staring straight in a certain direction with a shocked expression.
"That is... Li Shiquan???"
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