Infinite Terror: This Middle Continent is Rebellious

Chapter 297 Headless Warrior
Even after throwing away his head, Wen Lie's headless body still retained some vitality.

Through the omnipotent light of his mind and Jacob's hands and feet, he forcibly split his spiritual body into two parts and simulated the brain tissue inside his chest.

Level 4 intermediate, that's just outrageous.

Zhao Zhuikong had never expected Wen Lie to be so outrageous. Seeing him throw his head out, he immediately seized the opportunity, took out a transparent dagger from the space prop with his left hand, and stabbed it into Wen Lie's heart.

However, before the blade fell, Wen Lie had already turned around, and his big hands hooked out sharp claws, ignoring the dagger that Zhao Zhuikong was stabbing at his body, and attacked Zhao Zhuikong's vitals.

Zhao Zhuikong's gaze became sharp, the dagger danced between his fingers, and the blade trembled with a slight arc.

In an instant, the space between the two people became blurred, as if there were ripples everywhere.

The sharp claws that grabbed his right hand shattered into particles in this blurry space, and scars appeared on Wen Lie's hands.

The spiritual light of spatial effect - Inch step!
Zhao Zhuikong finally showed his true ability, but Wen Lie used this superhuman body to withstand the attack of space rupture. His claws broke through Zhao Zhuikong's slashing wave and he killed Zhao Zhuikong fiercely.

Zhao Zhuikong raised his foot and walked away. His figure flashed and disappeared from Wen Lie's sight.

"Tsk! You're such a troublesome fellow, cunning, cruel, mean, and powerful. It's really not easy to kill you."

In the distance, Zhao Zhuikong appeared out of nowhere, frowned, and looked at Wen Lie with disdain.

This guy and the clone of Zheng Zha can be called the most difficult opponents to assassinate.

Li Yan could sense the attacks of the cloned Zheng Zha and automatically defend himself, making it difficult for him to hit his assassination.

The guy in front of him has a superhuman body and needs a top-level weapon like a lightsaber to cut through his flesh. His vitality is so strong that even if his head is chopped off, it will not affect his combat ability.

Let’s retreat first.

Isn't that what an assassin should be like?
If you miss a hit, you will be able to escape a thousand miles.

Anyone who continues the assassination even after being discovered is just a reckless man.

Suddenly, a chill spread across the skin on his back, and a terrifying sense of crisis scratched his heart like a kitten's claws.

Just behind him, a petite figure jumped up from the shadows on the ground, and the dagger in her hand stabbed towards Zhao Zhuikong's body like an arrow.

Zhao Yingkong's face was ice-cold, and his hexagram eyes were as calm as an ancient well. Deep murderous intent was hidden in his heart, and not a single trace of it was revealed during the assassination.

For Zhao Yingkong, this was her most perfect assassination.

However, no matter how perfect it is, the gap in strength is an objective reality.

The unignorable sense of crisis made Zhao Zhuikong's hair stand on end, like a cat with its fur standing on end. He instinctively took a quick step and jumped a thousand meters away at the fastest speed, moving dozens of locations until the sense of crisis disappeared, and then he stopped jumping in space.

The cracks in the clothes bulged in the wind, and a few wisps of cool night breeze playfully slipped into Zhao Zhuikong's clothes. The sweat secreted from the pores was stimulated by the cool wind and became even colder.

"I was wrong, Yingkong, you are already a qualified assassin. Now you are qualified to be killed by me."

The smile on Zhao Zhuikong's face gradually disappeared. He turned around and looked at Zhao Yingkong in the distance. His eyes were extremely cold, and there was nothing in them except pure murderous intent.

Zhao Yingkong said coldly: "Shut up, I don't want to listen to you!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Yingkong's body merged into the shadows on the ground again. Zhao Zhuikong shook his head and pointed the dagger forward.

The blade began to tremble rapidly, a hundred times per second? A thousand times? Ten thousand times? The blade of the dagger became blurred.

Suddenly, Zhao Zhuikong slashed his dagger downwards.

A visible cut extended from the tip of the sword forward, a thin line dividing the world in front. The space was like a broken mirror, showing a black crack.

This crack seems to be gradually spreading forward, but in fact there is no concept of speed at all.

In the blink of an eye, a shadow that was not a real object cracked on the ground hundreds of meters away.

Zhao Yingkong jumped out from the cracked shadow. The knife scar that almost cut her shoulder in half was hanging on her body, blood and flesh gushing out. The scar looked like it was cut with an electric saw, and the muscles and bones were severely worn.

Zhao Yingkong grabbed his shoulders with a look of pain on his face.

The power of Zhao Zhuikong's sword was so strong that it could strike at the molecular level across space, and ordinary treatments were ineffective.

At this moment, Wen Lie's figure disappeared from the spot like mist.

Zhao Zhuikong's eyes fixed.

"boom!"

In an instant, a thigh kicked Zhao Zhuikong, and with a sonic boom spreading around, Zhao Zhuikong's body was kicked in half.

However, as if the laws of matter had disappeared, Zhao Zhuikong's body remained where it was despite suffering such a heavy blow.

However, there was a gap at his waist.

There was no blood spurting out, only the cavity spreading rapidly, swallowing up the afterimage of Zhao Zhuikong left in place.

"Disgusting barbarian, even though he has no brains anymore, he's even more annoying."

After moving his body several hundred meters away, Zhao Zhuikong whispered in disgust, and slashed forward with the Hanguang Sword held tightly in his right hand. The sword blade with its molecular-level cutting ability did not need to vibrate to increase its destructive power. It crossed the space directly and pierced into Wen Lie's chest.

However, Wen Lie is not Zhao Yingkong. If he was not assassinated, how could he be stabbed so easily?
Wen Lie clasped his hands together in front of his chest, and the power of the Nine Yin Divine Claws attracted and repelled each other, forming a domineering magnetic field. The Han Guang Sword crossed the folded space and landed in front of Wen Lie's chest, with the sharp tip of the sword only one millimeter away from his skin.

With just a gentle push forward, Han Guang, one of the three famous swords of the Spring and Autumn Period, could separate Wen Lie's muscles and pierce his heart.

If his head was gone, his neck was broken, and even his heart was damaged, no matter how omnipotent Wen Lie's spiritual light was, or what miracles Jacob's brothers and sisters could perform, there was no way Wen Lie could exert more than 50% of his normal strength.

However, the space that could be crossed with just a slight push became an insurmountable barrier in front of Zhao Zhuikong.

He mobilized his chakra and used his supernatural powers to unleash a hundred times the strength, pushing the hilt of the sword in his hand and stabbing it towards Wen Lie's heart.

However, the resistance wrapped around the sword blade was too strong. The invisible sword blade trembled between Wen Lie's hands, trying to cut through the power of the Nine Yin Divine Claw, but it never succeeded.

Wen Lie was not very clear about what the original Nine Yin Divine Claw was like, but the biggest advantage of his Nine Yin Divine Claw was its endurance.

The length of the blood vessels is measured in tens of thousands of kilometers, and the number is measured in billions. Once the energy starts moving, it is impossible to use up all the power in one go without several days and nights, not to mention that the power is constantly being stimulated, which can be said to be continuous and endless.

(End of this chapter)