Chapter 53
"Although my willpower is as firm as a rock and will not change even after thousands of years, I think that if I want to become the ruler of everything, my willpower is still not enough. Your character of persevering in your beliefs in the face of temptation is exactly what I need."
Negri looked at Smick and smiled: 〖 As a reward for my praise, I will suppress my physique, allowing my strength and speed to reach the peak of human strength. I will also not use my telekinesis ability. If you can defeat me, I will let you go and cooperate with His Majesty 〗
〖 Stop bragging! 〗 Smick was clearly standing not far away, but his voice resounded not too far away from Negri.
〖 Have you not learned your lesson? 〗 Negary's right hand transformed, the metal-eating germs began to gather in his right hand, manifesting a pure white blade that extended from his right wrist to parry the invisible weapon.
Negri suddenly tilted his head. A wound suddenly appeared on his cheek, revealing the black germs inside. Wisps of white Vitality dissipated, but of course, this small wound quickly healed.
〖 The reason you were able to discover me is because of those things floating in the air 〗 Smick's voice resounded: 〖 They cover the entire space, so even if I'm invisible, you can still determine my location and even my movements through the distribution of these things in the air 〗
〖 I've seen through your little tricks, Negri 〗 Smick retreated and gradually revealed his figure. More and more Smick's figures were revealed.
〖 Flow of Light technique, Light Illusion 〗 By manipulating the rhythm of light, all sorts of illusions were formed. Moreover, light was not something without killing power. These light illusions clearly had the appearance of humans, but the feeling they gave off was that they were like suns. The spreading germs that approached the illusions were all destroyed by the rhythm of light.
〖 This way, you won't be able to determine whether I'm real or fake through the rhythm of light 〗 Over a dozen Smick's stood in different positions. His voice also seemed to have been processed in some way, making it impossible to tell where he was coming from.
〖 You really do have some skill, Smick 〗 Negri praised: 〖 Show me more of your potential, let your soul become more delicious 〗
Negri raised his right hand and charged towards the Smick's. He did what he said and suppressed his physique to the peak of human strength. Although he was still incredibly fast, he was no longer fast enough to make it impossible for others to react.
Over a dozen Smick's charged over. These illusions were extremely realistic, Negri couldn't tell which one was real. The real Smick was among them, and if he didn't react quickly enough, he would be killed.
The first Smick charged over without hesitation, raising his scimitar and slashing at Negri. Negri raised his wrist sword to block, but found that the Smick had pierced through his body and was only an illusion.
Then, while Negri raised his hand to block, the other Smick's raised their scimitars at the same time and attacked from different angles. After dealing with this person's attack, the others couldn't be dealt with. Once they chose to deal with the illusion's attack, the real Smick would have to face the defenseless Negri.
However, the next moment, all five fingers on Negri's left hand exploded at the same time. Black liquid splashed from his fingers towards the surrounding Smick's. All of the liquid penetrated through. It turned out that these Smick's attacks were all illusions.
"So cautious?" Negri was quite surprised. He had already thought of this test method just now. If the Smick was really among the illusions that attacked just now, Negri wouldn't hesitate to kill him with a fatal blow.
Smick did not reply. The dozen or so phantoms constantly changed positions. Occasionally, they would merge together and then split up, making it impossible to tell which one was real and which one was fake. Then, they would form groups of two and attack from different directions.
In a situation where he couldn't determine which one was an illusion and which one was a real person, it was equivalent to having more than a dozen Smick's attacking him. A sword also grew out of Negri's left wrist. His left and right hands danced at the same time. Any Smick that approached would be cut first.
The illusions' attacks became more and more violent. Negri seemed to be a little tired of dealing with them.
The sword slashed through a Smick's figure. After the sword passed through without any obstruction, Negri pulled back his sword to attack the other illusions. However, this half-layer illusion continued to swing its scimitar at Negri. If you looked closely, you would find that the scimitar had a layer of shadow.
Just when Smick thought that he was about to succeed, Negri's body turned around. He ignored the illusions and blocked Smick's scimitar with his left wrist sword. His right hand didn't hesitate to stab forward.
At this critical moment, Smick felt that something was wrong. Without hesitation, he adjusted his own rhythm to change his body state. His body jumped back and half squatted on the ground. He covered his waist and saw that there was a finger-deep wound there.
Looking at the blood on the blade, Negri shook his head. If Smick's reaction was a little slower, his wrist sword would have pierced his heart instead of his abdomen.
Smick looked at the white bones under his feet. He swung the scimitar in his hand a few times. Inside the white bones, there was a dark strip of flesh.
"Although your illusions are very realistic, a fake is still a fake. Among all of them, only you have weight." Negri explained with a smile, "So I gathered an excessive amount of germs in some of the white bones. Even your Rhythm of Light can't kill them instantly. Your trampling will change the position of the germs inside, thus exposing your position."
Of course, there was one thing that 'Negary' didn't tell Smick, which was that Smick's [Flow of Light] technique was completely useless against his field of perception. A mere change in light couldn't stop his field of perception.
Because of that, from the very beginning, Smick had no chance of winning against Negary. He naturally acted as if his opponent only needed to put in a bit more effort to win, in order to stimulate his opponent's potential. But in reality, Negary had always been in control of the flow of the battle, and his trump cards had always been tightly held in his hand.
It was precisely because he had such an absolute advantage that Negri stimulated his opponent's potential and did all kinds of things to go easy on him. In this world, there was no protagonist aura. Under the bad luck attribute, one could only rely on strength and wisdom.
"Then, Smick, continue to show your potential. I'm looking forward to it more and more," Negri said with a smile. "Or give up and surrender to me."
Smick kept breathing and adjusting his rhythm. He looked at Negri, stood up, and prepared to fight again. He didn't want to fall into depravity, so he chose to continue fighting.
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