“Counter-attack!” Yue Yang shouted loudly, raising his Magic Blade to fake an attack.
The ugly beast clearly could understand the human language. It immediately reacted with a kind of vigilant defense when it heard him, and its revolving speed had also slowed down quite a lot.
With this single test, Yue Yang confirmed what he thought… He then repeatedly raised his Magic Blade and put them down, shouting “Counter-attack!” at each time. The ugly beast was completely confused by his actions and its offensive attacks ended up hindered time and time again and again. Finally, its spiralling form ultimately disintegrated into nothingness.
“It’s really an idiot, haha!” Yue Yang jeered at it loudly.
When the ugly beast heard him, it flew over, flustered and exasperatedly, Meanwhile, Yue Yang was stepping on the surface of the lake, using his Magic Blade to stir the water slowly.
The Marquis of Zhi Jin noticed some irregularity. The true power did not lie in the purple flames on the Magic Blade, but in the turbulent undercurrents in the whirlpool of waves underneath this fellow’s feet.
Unknowingly, a giant whirlpool had appeared at the bottom of the lake, but the surface remained as calm as ever.
What made the Marquis of Zhi Jin’s heart beat faster was that this masked brat had used the Magic Blade in a very ingenious way. When he tried to observe and compare Yue Yang’s moves carefully, he actually found that he, himself, would not be able to do this… In the instant when the ugly beast thrust at Yue Yang’s face, Yue Yang’s Hui Jin Magic Blade had arrived before it and met the sharp tip of the giant sword. Taking advantage of this moment, Yue Yang caused the ugly beast to entirely lost its balance and fell heavily onto the lake’s surface. When it flapped its wings desperately wanting to fly up, Yue Yang chopped at the wings on its back with one slash of the Magic Blade, laughing coldly. “Go to hell and be a water ghost!”
The ugly beast dropped onto the lake’s surface with a loud sound.
Initially, with its strength, even if it was injured, it would still be able to fly towards the sky within a few seconds. However, the strange whirlpool at the bottom of the lake entirely destroyed any possibility of it even struggling and simply swallowed it whole.
Suddenly, a fist cast a shadow onto Yue Yang’s head. “You too go to hell to be a water ghost.”
It was the Marquis of Zhi Jin.
Even though Yue Yang had already put the most attention on him, he still could not sense the Marquis of Zhi Jin’s movement.
Yue Yang completely could not understand how this fellow could move to the top of his head in an instant… It was like he had disappeared in midair, and then re-appearing again suddenly here. There was no trace of movement in between, no indication of change at all.
If there was, Yue Yang would definitely have been able to feel it. But the weird fact was that the enemy seemed to have gotten control of the entire space. He could carelessly disappear and appear in any place, including the place right above Yue Yang’s head. Looking at his punch which was almost within reach, Yue Yang dropped his body rapidly downwards, his entire back smashing against the lake surface. A hint of cold killing intent flashed through Marquis of Zhi Jin’s eyes. Nobody could ever escape from his clutches.
Ever.
As long as he wished to kill, nobody could escape from him.
When his fist hit Yue Yang’s face, Marquis of Zhi Jin laughed coldly and snorted. “Young fellow, you are still too green.”
However, in the one-thousandth of a second, in the instant that the force of the fist had exploded, he discovered that the masked brat under his fist had disappeared…
At the same time, in the sky, with a frightening amount of power that seemed to be capable of overturning seas and waves, an unstoppable clenched fist ruthlessly punched Marquis of Zhi Jin vital pressure point on his back.
It was Yue Yang.
Some time unknowingly, he and the Marquis of Zhi Jin had exchanged positions and furthermore, they had also exchanged roles.
From being attacked, to become the attacker.
“You are practically courting death.” Marquis of Zhi Jin’s fury hit the roof. He turned his body, and as he reduced most of the impact of Yue Yang’s punch, his left palm counter-hit at Yue Yang’s chest with a speed and strength ten times more than his right palm just now. He no longer had the mood and patience to make fun of his prey. His move was one fatal blow.
“Two idiots.” Yue Yang did not avoid or dodge at all; he merely extended his hand and pointed leisurely.
The Silver Grimoire was yet again instantly summoned, and the protective shield started to spread over Yue Yang’s body.