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Pan Zhang, hiding in the corner, complained about his feelings to his teammates. The stronger he was, the more he understood how terrifying the fighting power of freaks like Zhang Long and Xiao Yun was.

"Everyone has their internal energy leaving their bodies, how come these guys are so amazing!"

Ma Zhong also felt overwhelmed. He and Pan Zhang were recommended by Sun Quan to participate in the competition. They had no talent for smelting and followed the orthodox military route, practicing all the way until their internal energy could leave their bodies.

Although he did not have the talent for smelting, relying on Sun Quan's position as King of Wu, he could easily master many secret techniques. The effect of the secret techniques under the cloud was worse than that of the elite talents, but when there was no cloud, it was almost the same.

After all, the upper limit of the essence of heaven and earth is here, and both secret techniques and elite talents can rely on one's quality to reach that upper limit.

"When will we take action?"

Ma Zhong touched the crossbow in his hand and tried hard to suppress all distracting thoughts.

He has a great talent. Many people have a tendency of will before they attack, whether it is murderous intent, malice, or other emotions. Officers and veterans with sensitive wills can sense this emotion.

Intuitive judgment is also perceived based on this change of will.

However, Ma Zhong has a talent, which is that he can perfectly restrain all the fluctuations of his will. Relying on this talent, he has killed many people with internal energy leaving their bodies on the battlefield.

"Wait a little longer, these perverts are too strong, there must be a backup plan!"

Pan Zhang hesitated for a moment, but still did not cancel the secret technique of hiding. He felt that these perverts would not be so simple.

He is different from Ma Zhong. He is an orthodox person who has fought his way up from the bottom, so he follows the orthodox path of smelting.

He has also reached the seventh level of smelting, following the smelting path of the Central Guards of the former Tiger Camp. However, like most top veterans, he has some special features.

As a gifted person, he has a fifth-level shock talent.

However, there are some differences between this shock talent and strength shock. The latter emphasizes lethality, while the former emphasizes control.

Pan Zhang can attack from any angle, causing a shock effect on the enemy. Although the lethality is not great, it can cause tons of control effects on vital points such as the seven orifices.

For example, if the ear is hit by a shock wave, the patient may experience symptoms such as tinnitus, ear pain, stuffy ears, and hearing loss. In severe cases, the patient may even faint.

A more common case is that the head suffers the effect of concussion, which distorts the ability to control the body, causing loss of balance and inability to stand steadily.

So the day Pan Zhang met Ma Zhong, he immediately realized that he and Ma Zhong were definitely a good pair. One was responsible for controlling interference, and the other was responsible for sneak attacks and finishing blows. Without intending to do so, it would be a piece of cake for them to kill a powerful enemy.

However, Pan Zhang was really unsure now. These monsters could not be judged by common sense at all, especially Zhang Long. He was obviously about to be surrounded, but his movements did not change at all.

He even felt that he and Ma Zhong were now involved and would be killed by the aftermath.

"Here comes a bad guy!" Zhang Long, who was originally fighting head-on with Xiao Yun, suddenly changed his expression. He felt that a bad guy was approaching.

The other party's threat even made him feel painful.

Among all the soldiers in Xinghan, only one type could give him this feeling, and that was the sharp soldiers.

Moreover, the other party has completely locked him with God's will.

Just when Zhang Long's face changed slightly, Xiao Yun seized the opportunity, exerted force with his feet, and flew directly over.

Zhang Long had an ugly look on his face. He was distracted by the sharp soldier's lock and was unexpectedly caught by Xiao Yun's weakness.

The brilliant will penetrated his body and turned into an almost materialized light that bombarded Xiao Yun. The powerful impact of will caused Xiao Yun's movements to be slightly deformed, but he still managed to concentrate his strength and punch through Zhang Long's block and hit Zhang Long's body.

"clang!"

It was clearly a body of flesh and blood, but when the punch hit Zhang Long, a sound of metal was heard and the ground beneath the feet of both sides exploded instantly.

And then the next moment, powerful force burst out from Zhang Long's body. Xiao Yun felt as if the sky was tilting, and the entire world was gathering and pressing towards him.

"what!"

Xiao Yun's muscles tensed and his strength surged, and he broke free from the ubiquitous restraints. However, the next moment a heavy artillery barrage came directly at him. He hastily raised his arms to block it, and the whole person flew backwards, creating a huge hole in the ground.

"Monster!" Pan Zhang felt a chill in his heart. If a simple fight between the two sides hit him, he would probably be killed or seriously injured.

Just from the cracking of the ground beneath Zhang Long's feet due to the force being released, he could tell how terrifying that punch was.

In order to fight better, both sides even threw away their weapons. In close combat, weapons became a burden.

Just as Xiao Yun pulled himself out of the soil, he saw a figure rushing in front of Zhang Long.

The sharp aura was so great that Xiao Yun felt his skin stinging even from a distance.

"cut!"

Duan Wei, an extremely rare Eighteen-Slash Warrior in Xinghan, finally blossomed at this moment.

If it were in reality, Duan Wei would have been doomed by this sword strike, but now, he could just do whatever he wanted.

The sword swept across like light, and blood splattered all over the ground. All of Zhang Long's defensive means lost all meaning in the face of this light-like cutting.

The speed is faster than that of the speedy white horse in a short range, which fully demonstrates the terrifying destructive power of the sharp warrior's attack.

"You are such a freak. You can actually avoid this!"

Duan Weizhen flicked off the blood on his sword and sighed as he looked at Zhang Long, whose body was covered in blood and had eighteen wounds crisscrossing each other, but none of them was on his vitals.

"No wonder we were eliminated!"

Duan Wei was somewhat depressed. As a descendant of a clan of killer gods that once roamed Xiliang, he had been trained as a sharp warrior since he was a child. Fortunately, he had experienced countless battlefields without dying.

Having gone through many hardships, in this beautiful era, he no longer has the qualifications to pass on his legacy of brave warriors.

The Eighteen Slashers are extremely rare. Each of them must not only be gifted, but also have good luck. Otherwise, the horrific death rate of the soldiers will definitely hit them on the battlefield.

Once upon a time, they could rely on their armor to avoid stray arrows. However, in today's world where dual-talented elite archers are everywhere and all kinds of horrific long-range attacks are rampant, the Sharp Soldiers are a horrible type of soldier with a mortality rate of almost 99%.

The Shesheng Battalion, which has the same positioning as them, still has a 50% survival rate.

If their former value of existence was to kill the iron turtles like the Xiliang Iron Cavalry who could withstand the sonic attacks, then when Zhang Long withstood the Eighteen Slashes that represented the pinnacle of the Sharp Warriors.

Duan Wei realized that Rui Shi had completely lost his value.

The first Huang Tian broke their myth of being able to kill anything. In fact, he had a premonition when the former Holy Fallen Knight fell. However, after actually trying it now, he completely gave up.

If a warrior who only attacks encounters an opponent that he cannot kill, then the meaning of his existence is completely lost.

Canceling Rui Shi has become a reality that we have to face.

Same difficulty, different survival rate, even the First Huangtian is stronger, so why not aim for the First Huangtian, but become a Ruishi instead.

They completely lost their foothold in Xinghan and became an existence swept into the garbage of history.

"Same here! You really are a monster too!"

Zhang Long was still in shock. He had already smelled the scent of death, and even if he had avoided the vital parts, he would still have been badly injured.

What's even worse is that even if he uses miracle transformation to recover from his injuries, the wounds cannot be healed, and he can't even stop the bleeding.

It would be fine if there was no one around, but there were enemies everywhere, and he was in great danger in his current state.

Moreover...the aura emitted by the guy in front of him was becoming more and more terrifying, making him feel the threat of death once again.

"You can still draw your sword? Have you reached the legendary level of a twenty-slash warrior?"

Zhang Long was not completely ignorant of the Sharp Warriors. The Sharp Warrior with Eighteen Cuts was the ultimate in reality, but not in theory. It was rumored that the ultimate of the Sharp Warrior was Twenty Cuts.

"Eighteen cuts is my limit!" Duan Wei smiled. He also wanted to see what the legendary twenty-cut warrior looked like, but he knew very well that eighteen cuts was his limit.

This is the real limit. He even feels that this is the limit after he reaches the level of miracle.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Fortunately, on the road of Ruishi inheritance, many alternative methods have been developed.

"Twenty cuts shouldn't exist, but I made a nineteen cut, and I don't know if it's authentic!"

As he spoke, Duan Wei's expression began to gradually turn cold, as if he had lost all human emotions, and a sharp aura emanated from him, cutting the ground with sword marks under this aura.

The incomparably dazzling divine sword that was nurtured by the inner energy and will of the retrograde soul began to dim, but the aura of the human being was rising steadily.

"Dude, this is a bit like your special move!"

Tong Yuan touched his chin and looked at Wang Yue beside him. He felt a little strange when Wang Wei used it before.

"It is the same thing, but I changed it a little bit, or I weakened it a little bit, and passed it to Wang Wei."

Wang Yue shook his head. Strictly speaking, he was actually a sharp warrior, so he let Wang Wei learn this way. However, he had deviated from the sharp warrior's path of pursuing perfection, and achieved the title of sword saint by learning from many schools of thought.

In fact, Wang Fujian is actually a revised version of Nixing Cangshen. While reducing its power, it also reduces the damage to itself. Wang Yue himself is not sure whether this thing can be considered an improved version.

He couldn't let Wang Wei, his only talent, die before he could achieve great success in swordsmanship, so he lied to Wang Wei that this was an improved version and asked him to practice it well.

However, there is one thing he can be sure of, that the Twenty Slashes does exist.

Because he will.

He also didn't expect that the threshold for twenty cuts would be breaking the realm.

Duan Wei didn't know this, but he took the path to the Nineteenth Cut himself.

He extracted the will used to create the divine sword and then put it all into himself. Since it was created by his own will, there was no hindrance in the fusion. The man became the sword and the sword became the man.

Duan Wei threw away the sword in his hand. The sword had lost its meaning. At this moment, he himself was the divine sword.

"This is my nineteenth slash. I use my body as a sword and make the same eighteen slashes as before!" Duan Wei looked at Zhang Long with a smile.

Zhang Long's hair stood on end at this moment, he really saw the embodiment of death.

He was sure that he would be killed if Duan Wei chopped him with the sword, but the problem was that even if the power was the same as before, it would still be a very fatal attack.

The eighteen scars on his body haven't disappeared yet.

There was no extra nonsense, Duan Wei's cold eyes had lost all emotions and became a sword.

His body turned into a sword light and in a flash he was in front of Zhang Long.

"cut!"

Facing this extremely fast sword light, Zhang Long felt that everything around him had become extremely slow. This contradictory feeling of extreme speed and extreme stillness made Zhang Long almost vomit blood.

Duan Wei claimed that this was the nineteenth cut, which was just a re-performance of the eighteenth cut. However, in Zhang Long's eyes, the nineteenth cut was just the eighteen cuts combined together.

A strike beyond imagination.

"The Emperor is looking at me!"

Zhang Long roared, his brilliant will rose up, and a miraculous beam of light shot up into the sky. Although he did not have Zhao Zhi's ability to steadily break through the realm of the ninth level, everyone in the First Huangtian had the ability to temporarily break through the realm.

All of the fifty centurions have their internal energy leaving their bodies, and all of them have the ability to temporarily break through the realm.

Zhao Zhi was able to maintain a stable level of breaking through the realm, but he was also the weakest one. The others’ breaking through the realm was unstable but more violent.

"Cut!" Zhang Long launched a violent attack, burning everything he had and delivering the strongest blow in his life.

There is no other reason, only one reason: the Emperor is watching him and he cannot lose.

The sword light suddenly shattered, the sword broke and the man died, and everything collapsed together at the moment the sword light shattered.

Duan Wei returned to the preparation seat and covered his head. Although he was not his original body, he was inevitably affected by the outburst of will. He was afraid that he would not be able to use the Nineteen Cuts again in a short period of time.

"What a monster!"

Duan Wei gave a bitter smile. Nineteen Slashes were enough to kill anyone with internal energy leaving the body, but the opponent was actually strong enough to break through the realm. He was really a perverted monster.

Zhang Long stood there blankly, the bloodstain on his neck bleeding profusely. The miraculous light all flowed to his neck, eroding the will that came with the bloodstain.

This is already a completely fatal injury.

If left alone, he would bleed to death in about a minute. In fact, he already felt a little bit of excessive blood loss. After all, the injuries on his body had never stopped, and were even made worse by the outburst just now.

"Take action!"

Pan Zhang roared and attacked with all his strength. Zhang Long's head suddenly felt dizzy, and then Ma Zhong suddenly shot out the crossbow arrow infused with his energy.

When Zhang Long got rid of the influence and was about to kill Pan Zhang with one punch, he saw an arrow infinitely enlarged in his field of vision.

He swore that even though his condition had deteriorated, he didn't feel anything until he opened his eyes.

This is a deadly threat!!