Absolute Death Game-Chapter 420 - 39 Fratricide_4

At the sight of the opponent’s swift and fierce momentum, Jingci wanted to dodge but wasn’t sure about Xiao Buli’s actual strength, so he decided to test the waters. He wrapped himself in a Protective Shield and charged straight into the Sword Qi, taking a direct hit.

-145, a number signifying lost health points floated above Jingci’s head. Jingci was shocked to see that his own tailor-made skill derived from the Skill Furnace, the Mystic Armor Heart Condensing Skill, which had reached the 8th level, was so easily depleted by more than a hundred health points. It seemed that he couldn’t underestimate this junior brother.

However, this encounter ignited Jingci’s competitive spirit. After all, he was Xiao Buli’s second senior brother, and losing face to him was not an option. With that thought, he wasted no further words and launched his Butterfly Shadow Dance towards Xiao Buli.

Xiao Buli felt a chill in his heart when he saw the drop in health points—how could a direct attack only cost him so little blood? Wasn’t he empowered by Seven-day Divine Strength? Little did he know how formidable Jingci’s protective spell was.

At this moment, Jingci made his move, releasing a tumult of colorful butterfly shadows that whimsically fluttered towards him. Xiao Buli intended to dodge, but he felt as though the chaotic, seemingly random movement of butterflies had encircled him without leaving any gaps to escape. Resigned, he raised his lava barrier, relying on the power of his Heart of the Earth Armor and Spiritual Energy Shield, hoping it would be enough to prevent immediate defeat.

When the butterflies fluttered, their wings moved slowly, yet their approach was incredibly fast. Xiao Buli had just prepared to defend himself when he was suddenly overwhelmed by a dizzying array of numbers indicating his lost health points: -2, -3, -4, -9, -6... The attacking power of these delicate butterflies was surprisingly weak. Seeing this, Xiao Buli couldn’t help but laugh—it was barely a dozen or two dozen points of damage in total. Jingci’s strength did not seem so formidable after all.

Feeling at ease, Xiao Buli readied himself to counterattack as soon as the onslaught was over, only to discover that his body was entangled by a fine thread. These threads were barely visible, as they were as thin as hair and white in color, making them hard to notice. If not for the sufficient lighting that made them glint, Xiao Buli might not have seen them. The intricate threads bound his limbs, and he felt a sticky force hampering his movements as he tried to swing his arms.

The butterflies had spun silk! It seemed that Jingci’s attack was not meant to wound him but to slow him down.

Indeed, Jingci seized the moment, activating his movement technique and drawing his sword to slash at Xiao Buli with a fierce and unstoppable attack, like a ’Rainbow Piercing The Sun,’ leaving a trail of multicolored light in its wake, an obvious sign of its potent lethality.

Left with no choice, Xiao Buli quickly brought out his Mixed Yuan Condensing Light Shield and activated the True Origin Force inside him. The black orb in his hand transformed into a massive light shield that completely enveloped him.

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Jingci’s Sword Qi slash hit the light shield head-on and was swallowed up without a trace, like mud disappearing into the ocean, without stirring up the slightest ripple.

Jingci was taken aback, wondering what spell could be this powerful. Why had he never heard of it before? Could it be an exclusive skill forged in the Skill Furnace?

While Jingci was surprised, Xiao Buli was quietly lamenting. That strike had drained nearly a hundred of his True Origin Points. Considering the shield’s exchange rate of one to three, this meant the attack had a true power of more than 300 points of damage. It looked like this battle was far from over.

Both were Cursed Swordsmen and mainly used exclusive skills, and now, standing face to face, each felt a surge of pressure.

Nevertheless, Xiao Buli thought to himself that as long as he could hold out for a while, even if he couldn’t win, he would be fine.(To be continued. If you like this work, we welcome you to vote and support us at qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)