From the prototype, immortal

When Asura saw this, his heart tightened. Ogas' strength was unfathomable. He was worried that Mishra would suffer, so he quickly tried to prevent the upcoming conflict.

"Ogas, stop! This is not fair, she..."

Before Asura could finish his words, he was interrupted by a rapid metal clash.

Mishra's reaction was much faster than Asura expected. She had already waved the light gun in her hand to greet Ogas almost at the same time as he started to move.

The light gun seemed to come alive in her hand, shining with dazzling light, especially at the tip of the gun, a bright red color gradually spread. It was a sign of the power of the mantra, and it was the same as the power hidden in Ogas' body. Echoing each other, but completely different.

However, Ogas did not immediately use the power of his mantra, and even the legendary "Ignorance Ghost Crying Knife" still hung quietly on his back.

He chose to respond to Mishra's challenge in the purest way - a divine body and a pair of iron fists.

This is absolute confidence in one's own strength.

He turned slightly sideways, avoiding Mishra's first blow with an agility that almost violated the laws of physics. At the same time, he formed a fist with his right hand and struck Mishra's side with lightning speed.

Mishra reacted very quickly, and the light gun drew a beautiful arc in the air. The tail of the gun hit Ogas's fist hard, making a loud "ding" sound.

The collision of the two forces stirred up circles of ripples visible to the naked eye, and the surrounding air seemed to be torn apart by this force.

However, this is only the beginning of the battle, and the real contest has just begun.

"Dang-dang-dang-dang!!!"

There was a crisp sound of metal clashing.

Mishra's spear of light was like a dragon coming out of the sea, carrying the sound of howling wind, and pierced Ogas's chest.

Ogas, on the other hand, used his divine body as a shield, and a pair of fists rushed forward like a violent storm, colliding with Mishra's spear of light, causing bursts of sparks to fly.

The speed of the two reached the extreme, as if they turned into two lightning bolts, shuttled back and forth on the battlefield, and every confrontation was accompanied by a deafening loud noise.

Mishra's light spear continued to tremble under Ogas's fist wind, and Ogas's divine body also left traces under Mishra's fierce attacks.

Ogath's movements seemed simple and direct, but they contained hidden secrets. Every attack was just right to neutralize Mishra's offensive, and at the same time he counterattacked without losing any time, keeping the rhythm of the battle firmly in his own hands.

Although Mishra is brave, the gap in combat experience is clearly revealed at this moment.

She tried to make up for the lack of strength with speed and flexibility. Mishra's attacks were continuous like a violent storm. The spear of light changed in her hands, sometimes turning into a sharp assassination, sometimes turning into a sweeping blow. Sweeping, every move and every move contains enough power to penetrate steel.

However, Orgas is like a dancing elf, always able to avoid these fatal attacks at an incredible angle and speed, and while dodging, he looks for opportunities to counterattack.

"Dang-dang-dang-dang!!!"

The sound of metal colliding is endless, and every confrontation is like the collision of two stars, stirring up dazzling sparks.

Although Mishra's offensive was fierce, it gradually became powerless in front of Ogas.

Every attack she made was neutralized by Ogas in a "consecutive attack" manner, and while defusing it, he gave her a counterattack.

The so-called "continuous attack" is a superb skill in martial arts. It requires predicting and neutralizing the opponent's attack before it is fully launched, and at the same time using the inertia of the opponent's power to counterattack and kill two birds with one stone. Effect.

Ogas made full use of this skill. Not only was he flawless in defense, but he was also precise and ruthless in counterattack. Every punch and kick landed exactly on Mishra's defensive loopholes, forcing her to have to He stepped back continuously to adjust his posture.

Even though Mishra's strength and speed are superior to Ogas.

However, Ogas seemed to have seen through all her movements, and could predict every time in advance, and neutralize her offensive with the minimum cost of movement.

For a martial artist like Ogas, who has been fighting for tens of thousands of years, he does not need to see any weapon or attack from the enemy. He can block it just by feeling, because all attacks are based on hitting. Purpose, he just needs to prevent this result from happening.

Mishra jumped forward suddenly, and the spear of light shone brightly, like a meteor piercing the night sky, piercing Orgas's chest.

However, Ogas seemed to have already understood her intention. He turned his body slightly to one side and not only avoided the fatal blow, but also grabbed Mishra's gun-holding arm.

His movements were smooth and natural, as if he were engaging in an elegant dance rather than a life-or-death struggle.

At the moment Mishra leaned forward due to inertia, Ogas's other hand quietly reached out and gently put it on her shoulder.

This touch seemed gentle, but actually contained a huge amount of power, instantly breaking Mishra's balance. She exclaimed, her body spinning involuntarily, and the light gun escaped from control and flew to the side.

Ogas didn't stop there. He took advantage of Mishra's spinning momentum and got close to him like a ghost. He formed a fist with his right hand, condensing all his strength and wisdom. He aimed at the moment Mishra was about to land and punched him. Swing out.

This punch not only defuses Mishra's offensive, but also breaks through her defense, perfectly interpreting the essence of "continuous elimination and attack".

Misra felt an indescribable force coming from her abdomen, as if an invisible torrent was impacting her internal organs, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

She barely managed to stabilize her body, her face was pale, and her eyes were flashing with shock and unwillingness.

"What's wrong, is it no longer okay?"

Ogas did not pursue the victory, but stood still, waiting for Misra to adjust.

Misra did not give up. She was no longer the little girl she was before. Now Misra has experienced countless life-and-death battles with the devil, and has also endured the emotions of tens of thousands of human souls.

Her determination has long surpassed the flesh, and has surpassed the pain and influence brought by the flesh.

With a mortal body, she is on par with the gods!

She raised her hand and the light spear broke into pieces, turning into countless light particles dancing in the air.

These light particles are as smart and mysterious as elves. They interweave, collide, and merge in the air, and finally reassemble into a shining spear in her hand.

This gun is brighter and sharper than the previous ones, as if it can cut through all darkness and restraints.