bookbashuk Chapter 295 What is the Black God Set?
Chapter 295 What is the Black God Set?
Chapter 295 What is the Black God Set?
Zheng Zha's figure followed closely behind the lunar debris, transforming into a dazzling streak of light that pierced the starry sky before disappearing from everyone's sight.
The members of the Central Continent Team looked up at the empty sky and it took them a long time to come back to their senses.
Zhang Jie bent down to pick up the lighter on the ground, lit a new cigarette with a "click," and amidst the swirling smoke, a bitter smile appeared on his lips as he shook his head: "Now we're done for. Forget about participating in the fight, we're not even qualified to be spectators."
Zhan Lan rubbed her throbbing temples, her face full of exhaustion. She tried to extend her mental energy towards the starry sky, but she could only go a little over 100 kilometers before she could not extend any further.
"My mental strength can't keep up. Without exchanging for a high-level mental detection, I can't explore the depths of the starry sky at all—I'm completely blind right now."
Zero put away his Gauss sniper rifle, his brow furrowed. "So what do we do now? Wait here for Zheng Zha to return, or take care of the rest of the Demon Team?"
Overlord chimed in, "There are still a few members of the Demon Team alive. According to the detection results provided by Zhan Lan, they aren't that strong. We can take advantage of their current state of shock and wipe them out in one fell swoop."
The crowd discussed it amongst themselves, unable to make up their minds.
Just then, Chu Xuan pushed up his glasses, glanced around, and his tone suddenly became serious: "Haven't you noticed a problem? Zhao Yingkong is gone."
"What?"
Zhang Jie abruptly stubbed out his cigarette, the bitter smile on his face vanishing instantly.
"Wasn't she just here? How could she suddenly disappear?"
Although the female assassin was rather cold, after spending some time with her, they discovered that she was actually a rather cute girl.
The other person doesn't talk much, resulting in a very low level of presence.
"It seems she went to find the Demons."
Zhan Lan rubbed her forehead and activated her mental detection again.
As soon as she finished speaking, everyone saw from Zhan Lan's perspective that deep within a ruin a hundred kilometers away, the sharp sound of metal clashing and suppressed breathing could be heard.
That was the battlefield between Zhao Yingkong and Zhao Zhuikong.
At this moment, Zhao Yingkong's short hair was soaked with sweat and clung to her pale cheeks. On her seemingly delicate and beautiful face, a wound was constantly oozing blood, staining half of her combat uniform red.
His right hand, which was holding the dagger, began to tremble slightly, and his breathing became more and more rapid.
Zhao Zhuikong stood a few meters in front of her, a sickly grin on his face. His clothes were somewhat disheveled, but he was unharmed.
His movements were incredibly fast, like a ghost weaving through the ruins. Every strike he made carried a cunning and ruthless killing intent, his blade flashing like a venomous snake's tongue, relentlessly targeting Zhao Yingkong's vital points.
"Little Apple, although your strength has increased, your skills, speed, and accuracy have actually declined."
Clang!
The crisp sound of close combat suddenly erupted, and wind blades swept out like dense arrows, cutting through the surrounding ruins, with rubble falling in a flurry.
Zhao Zhuikong was forced to retreat several steps. When he regained his balance, he licked the blood of Zhao Yingkong on his knife, as if he were savoring a vintage wine.
This intensified the madness in his eyes, his sticky gaze clinging to Zhao Yingkong as if it were a physical object.
"What assassins need in combat is not brute force, but the skill and precision to kill with a single blow."
Zhao Zhuikong was panting heavily, his eyes growing increasingly excited.
"And just now, you were actually distracted by another battlefield during the fight? Such a basic mistake—does that even qualify you as an assassin?"
"How much longer can you hold on? A minute? Half a minute? Or will I disembowel you and personally rip off your beautiful head in the next second?" He licked his lips, his tone filled with undisguised desire.
"Just thinking about that scene makes me tremble with excitement."
"Are you referring to your dying message?" A strong sense of disgust flashed across Zhao Yingkong's face. She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, her eyes still resolute. "Your strength is already weaker than mine, and dodging my attacks will only consume more of your energy. No matter how exquisite your skills are, in the end, you'll be the one who dies."
On the other side of the battlefield, in the Demon Team's camp, Tom gazed at the battlefield a kilometer away, his face filled with resentment and anxiety. He turned to Chu Xuan beside him, his tone pleading: "Chu Xuan, aren't you going to help them?"
Although Zhao Zhuikong was suppressing Zhao Yingkong, the outcome of this stalemate was still uncertain.
Even though he loathed Zhao Zhuikong, that madman, from the bottom of his heart, he knew that Zhao Zhuikong was the only remaining strongest player on the field. If he were to fall, the remaining members of the Demon Team would be slaughtered by the Central Continent Team.
He himself had no ability to intervene in battles between fourth-tier powerhouses.
Francis, who had enhanced his Druid skills, couldn't help but strike first. However, he was only fifty meters away from the battlefield when the wind blades from the aftershocks of the battle severed his entire arm, sending him flying back with a scream.
Ordinary members of the Demon Squad couldn't even get close enough to help in this kind of battlefield.
Although Tom is a veteran of the Demon Team, having joined even before the clone Zheng Zha, in the clone's eyes, there have never been more than three people who can truly be considered members of the Demon Team.
He, Zhao Zhuikong, and Chu Xuan.
"In a battle between fourth-tier experts, my presence would only be a pointless death, utterly useless." Chu Xuan's voice remained calm and unwavering, as if the life-or-death duel before him had nothing to do with him.
"Moreover, Zhao Zhuikong is going to win."
As soon as the clone Chu Xuan finished speaking, as if it were a prophecy, Zhao Zhuikong seized the opportunity. Before Zhao Yingkong's dagger could be fully extended, his attack was already aimed at Zhao Yingkong's heart!
"I won!"
At such a short distance, almost touching the skin, in a fraction of a second, Zhao Zhuikong's dagger would pierce Zhao Yingkong's heart!
He had even imagined the feeling of a blade piercing into that fullness, tearing his heart apart, and the image of him personally taking off that beautiful head.
Thinking of this, his face contorted with rage, his blood rushing to his head, and he actually raised a flag during the battle!
But just as the blade was about to pierce the flesh, it suddenly stopped!
"Pfft"
The sinister smile on Zhao Zhuikong's face froze instantly, and his crimson pupils suddenly contracted to pinpoints.
"What?!"
His dagger could no longer advance even an inch!
Beneath the combat suit was not the warm, soft skin one might imagine, but a layer of dark skin with a dull sheen, tightly wrapping around Zhao Yingkong's body.
The dagger was sharp enough to cut through alloy and slicing through buildings, yet it couldn't even pierce the surface of this black skin.
"How is that possible?!"
The utter astonishment was like ice water poured over his head, extinguishing all of Zhao Zhuikong's excitement.
His eyes widened, his mind went blank.
How could my sister, who was just moments ago full of openings and about to die by his blade, turning into a beautiful corpse, possess such terrifying defensive power?
In the instant he lost his focus, the situation had already reversed!
Without the slightest hesitation on Zhao Yingkong's pale face, she suddenly exerted force with her right hand holding the dagger, and the blade, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, pierced straight into his unsuspecting chest with even greater speed than Zhao Zhuikong!
"Pfft"
The sound of the blade piercing flesh was crisp and piercing, and blood gushed out instantly, staining Zhao Zhuikong's clothes red and splattering onto Zhao Yingkong's cheeks.
Zhao Zhuikong's body stiffened abruptly. He looked down at the dagger in front of his chest, then looked up at Zhao Yingkong. The madness and astonishment in his eyes were gradually replaced by an incredulous bitter smile.
The excruciating pain of his heart being shattered by the blade surged through him, and his life force drained away rapidly like a flood. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, which stained Zhao Yingkong's shoulder red.
"Tsk—what's that?"
"The Black God Suit, it covers my entire body, and even I can't tear it apart—"
"Ah—covering the whole body, so you say that—little sister, you really deserve to die—so you were acting from the very beginning—"
"If I don't do this, brother, how will I catch up with you if you run away?"
Zhao Yingkong's voice was calm and even, but her eyes were filled with complex emotions: the relief of revenge, the sorrow of losing loved ones, and a trace of barely perceptible pain.
She slowly drew her dagger, and blood dripped down the blade, spreading into dark red flowers on the ground.
With a thud, Zhao Zhuikong's weapon fell to the ground.
His body went limp and he collapsed, the light in his eyes completely extinguished.
This fourth-tier powerhouse, who was among the top in the cycle of reincarnation, died in such a frustrating way.
Of course, as Zhao Zhuikong, even if he falls, he will still be a figurehead.
This caused Zhao Yingkong, who had just been tinged with sadness, to reveal a look of disgust.
Meanwhile, the Demon Team members, who were a kilometer away, had already disappeared.
The clone Chu Xuan had already left the battlefield before Zhao Zhuikong's attack even landed.
"A defensive artifact that even a fourth-tier gene lock expert couldn't tear apart, why haven't I ever seen it before? —" Instead of feeling sad about Zhao Zhuikong's death, the clone Chu Xuan was just thinking about why there were variables he didn't know about.
On the Devil's Skateboard, Tom, who was being dragged along by Chu Xuan, had his mouth agape and hadn't even reacted yet.
Zhao Zhuikong was clearly in control just now, so how could he be instantly defeated?