Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 157 Monsters (Part )
Even if the psychic energy is suppressed to the middle level of the second ring at this moment, and only four of the second ring psychic skills are used and it is unable to reach its full state, it is a "rejection" at the level of conceptual rules.

But he is the [Rebel], the [Balance] of the fifth ring.

When he was in the second ring, some people called him a "monster".

And now, Chakoro has reached the fifth ring. Even if the power he can control is the same as before, he will only be more powerful than when he was in the second ring!
——clang.

Chakolo raised his long mace in front of him and began to slowly rotate it with his clenched fingers.

Although there was nothing nearby, this twisting seemed to be facing huge resistance.

It's like a thick towel that is completely soaked. It is constantly squeezed and twisted. Every further turn requires more force.

No observation required.

It was visible to the naked eye that even Chakolo was bearing a huge load, with bulging blue veins spreading from his five fingers to his forearms. However, despite the intense burden, the long mace continued to rotate at a slow but unquestionable speed.

Strange sounds gradually emerged from the hall.

Just like an anchor nailed into the deep sea, it constantly rotates and stirs up the entire ocean - an endless undercurrent emerges at this moment.

So, the world closed its door to Song Shi.

——It is no longer limited to oneself.

At this moment, Chakolo spread the object of "rejection" to the entire hall, and then briefly let the world here "reject" Song Shi!

The air becomes extremely sticky, bringing great resistance, the mixed water is chilling, the gravity is greatly increased, and the sense of direction becomes disordered.
The [rendering] that had almost covered most of the hall was forcibly squeezed back in part at this moment.

Under the power of Chakoro, the world becomes malicious towards Song Shi, and every action requires greater consumption and overcoming more shackles.

——How can people defeat the "world"?
Song Shi gave his answer.

He took a step forward and slashed out with force!

The flames that were originally raging and sweeping in all directions began to converge and only lingered around the body - facing the "rejection" that was already everywhere, continuing to maintain a large range would not only consume too much energy, but also be meaningless.

A spark suddenly lit up, and broken flames poured into the heavy murder.

--boom!

The two sides collided again.

But this time, the long mace couldn't help but retreat.

As Song Shi's strongest state at present, after activating "Self-Immolation", everything about himself is put into combustion, melted and cast into one. Speed, strength, and the effect of psychic skills are all improved.

Even facing the world's "rejection" has weakened these to varying degrees.

But Chakoro, who was maintaining this high-intensity "rejection", was also unable to exert his full strength!

boom!
There was no so-called warm-up or testing. The battle escalated to the limit in an instant. The violent roar was madly ringing, and the figures of both sides kept colliding and separating at high speed. Before the aftermath of the previous attack had completely dissipated, the next attack was launched again.

If someone were here at this moment, they would be shocked to see two completely different yet equally terrifying styles appearing here.

In the increasingly intense battle, the straight sword wrapped in the endless flames disappeared, leaving only a trace of red-gold flame that kept turning at high speed - it was almost only one movement left.

——Behead! Behead! Behead!

Abandon defense and throw everything into offense, destroy the enemy before you collapse!
The huge flames gathered into a sea of ​​fire. They roared and turned into huge waves, ready to destroy everything in front of them.

And beneath this raging wave, there is a reef standing.

Watching the surging flames and slashing blows, Chakolo simply raised his long mace, and with a seemingly slow but extremely firm posture, he smashed it out one blow after another, shattering the flames and blocking the heavy kill.

Facing Song Shi in the "self-immolation" state, he was indeed gradually suppressed, and his defense circle was constantly compressed, freezing at three feet around his body.

——But that’s all.

These last three feet seemed to be more solid than all the previous ones combined. Even the [Embers] were difficult to evaporate and could no longer destroy the target as easily as before.

The long mace and the heavy assassin collided again. The terrible impact force caused the surrounding flames to collapse, creating a brief vacuum.

"one strike."

Chakoro suddenly said, "If this drags on, even though we can still decide the winner, it will be a bit boring."

He smiled, like a traveler who had witnessed too many sights and had gradually lost interest, but whose mood became cheerful again because of the magnificent wonders he saw by chance.

The man raised his mace and shouted, "——Let's use the next strike to decide the outcome!" Song Shi was also laughing.

He was laughing out loud.

The reunion with familiar people, the verification of the results of a lifetime of practice, and the joy of fighting to this point seem like emotion and joy.

Then, all these emotions turned into pure flames.

"It should be so!" Song Shi pointed Chongshi forward and laughed, "——This is the right way!"

As a result, an unprecedented collision broke out.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

Without any unnecessary movements, Chakoro continued to swing his long mace.

But this time, it was no longer just a simple swing, it was like the movement of mountains and the covering of the sea - he held the long mace, using it as the center and "rejection" as the medium, dragging the world confined in the hall together and smashing it towards Song Shi.

Be it the surging flames or the entire hall, all became dim in front of this extremely magnificent brilliance.

Then a fire lit up.

No, more than one.

Faced with tremendous pressure, Song Shi burned even more vigorously.

His long hair gradually turning red-gold fluttered in the wind, and the winding cracks that appeared inch by inch on the surface of his body were trembling. With Song Shi as the center, he raised his heavy sword, as if an endless surge of flames was gushing out, and then spreading, spreading, and spreading.

——It’s going to swallow up the entire hall!
The world will "reject" itself?
That would set the world on fire.

The sound disappeared in an instant, as if it was higher than the limit that the cochlea could bear, and it did not recover until an unknown amount of time had passed.

As the flames that obscured the vision gradually dissipated, two silhouettes slowly emerged from the center of the hall.

They were all standing.

"Very good, no, it's impeccable."

Chakoro tilted his head and lowered his gaze slightly, feeling a burning sensation against his throat.

That is the blade of heavy killing.

It can be seen that the long mace held in the man's right hand was shattered into pieces, leaving only half of it, and this remaining part was also turning into ashes at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"You win, Song Shi." Chakolo nodded and sighed sincerely.

".Tsk."

Song Shi took back the heavy murder, but his expression did not show any joy.

“No.” He sighed and looked at the half-broken mace: “If it was a weapon of the same level, I would have been the one whose defense was broken and whose heart was shattered.”

Song Shi was so absorbed in the battle not long ago that he even overlooked one thing.

This long mace is not Chakoro's real weapon at all, but something he temporarily reassembled with atoms through "matter reconstruction".

——Neither inferior nor high-end.

It is just a mace made of alloy and made of ordinary craftsmanship.

If it weren't for Chakoro's "Rejection" blessing, Chongshi could easily cut off something of this level.

"No that's not a problem."

Chakoro shook his head.

"If I had used a weapon of the same rank, I would have been able to defeat your defense and hit your vital point just now - but the conditions are different."

"Just now, I used the fifth psychic skill in the second ring to achieve this effect."

"If you still only use four, I won't be able to block it even if I change weapons, let alone hit your vital points in return."

He looked at the person in front of him and emphasized solemnly: "You won, Song Shi."

This chapter makes up for last week's leave

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