The Four-ard Race not only have two extra arms, but each of them possesses imnse strength. In particular, the one throwing the knife is a Fourth-Grade mber of the Four-ard Race.
The Yangxiang Race wasn’t wrong, with the next throw, Liao Ji might truly be killed.
Unfortunately, the Fourth-Grade captain was being suppressed by other mbers of the Four-ard Race and had no ti to rescue anyone.
"What did you just say?"
Suddenly, Liao Ping, who had always been mocked by the alien races, stopped his desperate run.
Crack!
His vision twisted, and he couldn’t see anything clearly.
Then, Liao Ping slowly took off his glasses and carefully tucked them into his pouch.
Without the glasses, the world beca clear.
At this mont, Liao Ping’s words were horrifyingly cold.
Even from the corners of his lips, a chilling aura wafted out, turning the mud beneath his feet into frozen ice.
...
"Seal released!"
"Released, the seal is released!"
"Liao Ping, the Swastika is released!"
"Heavens, Liao Ping’s seal is finally broken."
...
A group of shivering Second-Grade Martial Artists exhaled deeply.
Their pupils were all intently focused on Liao Ping’s eyes, as if they were witnessing a deity.
Seal lifted.
Safe now.
"Seal lifted, we’re saved."
A Third-Grade Martial Artist also shivered all over.
"Seal lifted, it’s lifted."
Another Third-Grade Martial Artist was nearly in tears.
"Seal lifted, everyone prepare to collect the spoils."
A Fourth-Grade Martial Artist sat down heavily, his face full of relief.
He too had seen Liao Ping’s tactical move of removing the glasses.
This gesture always gave people peace of mind.
"Damn, why can’t I have such incredible self-sealing skills."
Liao Ji muttered, clutching his wound.
Wearing glasses ant Liao Ping was nearsighted.
And removing the glasses signified Liao Ping was entering an unrivaled combat state; everyone joked that Liao Ping’s glasses were his self-seal.
"Co kill your Grandpa Liao, co on."
Liao Ji raised his middle finger, staring provocatively at the Fourth-Grade mber of the Four-ard Race.
Evidently, it was this beast that had thrown the long knife earlier.
"You’re disrespectful to the Four-ard Race, you’ll die horribly."
The Yangxiang Race also sensed the bizarre atmosphere.
The previously dumb-looking Wuwen Race mber was now exuding a terrifying oppressiveness.
But it didn’t matter.
Just a Third-Grade Wuwen Race, it could be toyed with slowly.
Indeed.
Though the Four-ard Race couldn’t understand what Liao Ji was saying, he recognized that provocative gesture and Liao Ji’s arrogant expression.
Unbearable.
Whoosh!
The Four-ard Race repeated its trick, swinging its arm, sending the long knife shooting towards Liao Ji like a javelin.
Due to the massive force of the throw, the knife sliced through the air with a sharp whistling sound.
However.
Liao Ji’s mouth still bore a sneer as he raised his thumb, slowly pointing it... down to the ground.
This expression seed to say: Fuck your mother.
Buzz!
In the next blink of an eye, the long knife buzzed, suddenly suspended in the air.
Indeed.
In a flicker, Liao Ping appeared before Liao Ji.
His two fingers clamped tightly onto the blade of the long knife, unmoved by its violent trembling.
Liao Ping’s expression remained as indifferent as ever.
"Mad dog mode, charge and kill."
Liao Ji let out a mournful roar.
In the next breath, Liao Ping vanished from Liao Ji’s sight.
Nearly 1500 cards of Qi Blood.
Liao Ping, whose senses reached their peak, was in another state.
The dark and damp scene was unfolding.
"Do you want to kill my brother?"
With a blink, Liao Ping had already appeared behind the Four-ard mber.
The Four-ard mber stiffened, unable to understand Liao Ping’s words, not that it mattered anymore.
A chill grazed his neck; Liao Ping had already decapitated the Four-ard mber.
When it ca to vital points, Liao Ping hit with pinpoint accuracy.
The Four-ard mber was killed by his own projected long knife.
Whoosh!
Before the Four-ard mber’s body could even fall, Liao Ping had already flashed behind a mber of the Yangxiang Race.
"Fancy digging hearts?"
Splurt!
In a flash of blood, Liao Ping fiercely grasped the Yangxiang mber’s heart in his hand.
The heart, though detached, continued to thump.
Even in his dying monts, the Fourth-Grade Yangxiang mber couldn’t comprehend how Liao Ping managed a one-hit kill.
"Kill!"
With the death of two Fourth-Grade leaders, nearly both in one hit, the alien squad was in chaos.
Without a word, the aliens rushed to attack Liao Ping.
Too bad.
The current Liao Ping was completely different from before.
He slightly tilted his body, then tilted his foot, while his arm drew a strange arc, directly creating a blade arc.
A Third-Grade alien was instantly killed.
"You all... are too slow!"
Whoosh!
Liao Ping made a slide with his foot, twisting his body in an incomprehensible direction.
Swish swish!
Two blade lights ended the pitiful lives of two aliens.
"Look above your head."
In a flash of cold light, Liao Ping was already airborne.
No one saw when he had leapt; in his descent, Liao Ping executed another cut, killing a Fourth-Grade, while shattering a Third-Grade’s throat with a kick.
Pop!
Blade arcs flowed like water.
Liao Ping’s body, like a leaf in a storm, moved as he wished; no matter how fiercely his opponents attacked, they never managed to land a blow on Liao Ping.
Though his opponents were all Fourth-Grade beginners, boasting just over 1000 cards, Third-Grade Liao Ping was utterly crushing them.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Amid the sound of piercing air, Liao Ping carved out countless blades of death.
Three minutes later.
Whoosh!
Liao Ping flung his arm, piercing the last escaping Fourth-Grade alien through the back with precision.
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