Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 821 - 181: Seven Blades in a Row_3

On the ground, Medusa, the Blade Saint, was embarrassingly knocked around by consecutive hard strikes from the Braid Knife and the paddle-like blade, rolling on the ground like a tumbleweed and quickly becoming dirty and disheveled, with her punk golden hair turning into a drooping rooster’s tail.

On the emerald-green Red Earth Square, aside from the "crackle" of the bonfire, all that was left were erratically bouncing eyeballs strewn about.

Seven blades emerged at once!

Probably no one had ever imagined that there could be a bladester who could wildly swing seven blades at the same time!

Others might not be able to, but why couldn’t Fat Luo do it!

The Nose-curling Knife! The Horizontal Mouth Knife! The Braid Knife! Dual Hand Knives! The Paddle-like Blade that swirled like helicopter rotors! These were cycloned from the ground up into the air, falling from the sky, stabbing towards the long blade aimed at Medusa Blade Saint’s Yonberi’s heaven-covering canopy.

During his underground travels, the "Sword Chant" of the Blood Elves had captivated Fat Luo at first sight; it was nonsense to think of learning to control a sword with just one’s thoughts without magic power or a mentor. Fat Luo used primitive methods to make up for these deficiencies and inherent shortcomings. He practiced the "Blade-cycling Paddle Knife," each blade tip finely coated with Grinding Magnet to increase the chance of success with magnetic attraction; the "Picking Knife Technique" was also his own innovation. As long as one thoroughly understands the opponent’s dodging routes and habits, picking up a long blade embedded in the ground and dropping it from the air could either injure the enemy or block their dodging space, both incredibly practical uses.

These two modified innovative blade techniques, although not as free-turning in midair as the "Sword Chant" of the Blood Elves, still had a synergistic effect in dealing damage from afar.

The Braid Knife was another new blade technique Fat Luo realized after creating the Nose Knife. Although he had practiced it for a long time, it had never really found its place. The battles in Kalimdo largely involved melees where wild hacking and slashing sufficed. One simply couldn’t take the time to tie their battle blade to their hair braid ring on the battlefield.

Fat Luo had only practiced the "Blade-cycling Paddle Knife" and "Picking Knife Technique" for a short time, but as a natural blade-hand, in-the-moment passion often trumps training. For a warrior like Fat Luo, real combat often brought out potential that practice could not. With seven blades striking simultaneously, even if the coordination was rudimentary, the opposition’s stance was completely thrown into disarray. The already outstanding defense of the Green Party’s blade technique became even stronger with the addition of five miscellaneous blades’ offensive power.

Medusa, the Blade Saint, was in misery. The length of the opponent’s battle blade was more than double her own. With four blades coming at her, she was already struggling to her limits. Now with seven blades deployed, forming a gigantic blade field, her Snake Gu blade had been broken. How could she possibly fend off the brute strength of her opponent by stubbornly resisting with just her two blades?

The long blades occasionally falling from the sky made Yonberi frantic to deal with the "Blade-cycling Paddle Knife" and "Braid Knife." Both knew each other’s moves inside out, but she was completely suppressed. It infuriated and humiliated the Blade Saint, who had taken pride in her four-blade technique for a long time and yet found herself helpless.

Fat Luo didn’t give his formidable opponent any time to think. After forcing Medusa, the Blade Saint, to roll next to a bonfire, he threw his Paddle-like Blade with his right hand and picked up the long blade from the ground with his left, then unhesitatingly tossed his two battle blades in hand. As the Braid Knife swung out while turning, his left hand caught the Nose Knife and effortlessly sliced off the hair-tie; the Braid Knife, with its huge momentum, didn’t swing back in an arc as before but turned into a javelin shooting towards Yonberi.

With double blades to fend off the four flying knives, Yonberi had pushed her dodging to the limits, forced back into the bonfire. The huge serpentine tail sent sparks flying everywhere. Rodman cut off his braid on his own accord, using the momentum of the Braid Knife to attack, an outcome Yonberi could never have dreamed of. Just barely blocking this flying knife in her haste, Fat Luo’s massive figure was already leaping into the air, picking the Horizontal Mouth Knife from his mouth with his right hand, and swinging both blades in a large cross, chopping downwards.

A series of heavy blade strikes whisked past the nose of the already despairing Medusa, the Blade Saint, a feint that instantly snuffed out the bonfire.

After swirling his double blades into several rings of light in his fingers, Fat Luo flicked them into the air with his thumbs. He then drew the twin python scabbards from his waist, turned around, and stretched out his arms flat. The two long blades fell from the sky, perfectly returning to the scabbards and then slid back into his waist.

In his right hand, Fat Luo drew a metal folding fan from behind his back, and with a "swish," opened it, half-concealing his robust chest, completing the finishing posture of the Green Party’s blade technique.

Spread across the ground lay five long blades emitting a cold gleam, surrounded by scattered but unextinguished sparks, with a pale and exhausted Medusa on the ground amidst them. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

All around, there was complete silence.

Lord Mourinho was the first to lead the applause, followed shortly by thunderous ovation.

The admiration that Beamon had for warriors was most evident at that moment.

Ruona was holding a Div Crystal, continuously taking pictures of Fat Luo trying to pose coolly.

"This guy! So vain!" the Overlord scolded his personal guard with a laugh, and Fat Luo, covering half his face with a fan, made faces at him.

"Let’s keep going!" Liu Zhenhan cheerfully clapped his hands, gesturing to the chattering crowd around them.

Instructor Cui Beixi grabbed Liu Zhenhan’s arm, about to say something when the gentleman Liu stopped her with a hand.

"Instructor Cui Beixi, I will always hold you in high regard!" Liu Zhenhan bluntly laid his cards on the table for the beautiful serpent-like instructor, "But from the very beginning, there was no way things between me and you Medusas would ever work out, and it is impossible that they ever will unless you leave the Northeast Province and return to the Southwest Province. As long as you’re in the Northeast Province, restraining and suppressing Fei Lengcui, we may not be enemies, but we absolutely cannot be friends. Don’t read too much into today’s events; it is what it is. You and I still have a teacher-student relationship, and I will remember your kindness my whole life!"

Instructor Cui Beixi’s eyes brimmed with tears, and her lips trembled violently, but she couldn’t utter a word.

Seeing the pitiful expression on the beautiful serpent-like instructor, Liu Zhenhan’s heart softened, but when he thought about Lord Mourinho sending these people to suppress Fei Lengcui’s development and how they had sabotaged the task of drawing two groups of fallen elves to the Kalimdo plains underground, a surge of hatred filled old Liu’s heart.

Having already made his stance clear with Lord Mourinho, he naturally should not stay entangled in the matter any longer.

Resolute, Liu Zhenhan strode away, leaving the beautiful serpent-like instructor behind and walked over to Yitiao, his face somber as he asked, "Aurora, what in the world is wrong with you tonight?"

Yitiao sat there, not responding, glanced at Liu Zhenhan, then looked away. Gude sat beside him, chewing on a piece of bamboo, while Guoguo and a little parrot stood on Gude’s shoulder, gnawing on a greasy chicken leg and glancing at Liu Zhenhan from the corner of their eyes.

"Have you fallen for that snake-woman?" Liu Zhenhan pointed backwards with his hand, his entire face twisted in the process.

Yitiao still didn’t speak, his gaze downturned. Guoguo wiped her oily mouth, nodded for a while, then shook her head.

"What’s wrong?" Ning Yu also quietly came over, sensing something off with Richard’s expression.

"Do you like her? If you don’t speak up, I swear I’ll have Gude put a bag over that girl’s head!" Liu Zhenhan kicked over a table and glared hatefully at Fei Wenli.

Gude’s face turned ashen as he stood up and with a "puff," he gently spit out the bamboo sliver from his mouth, the little parrot immediately fixing its gleaming eyes on Liu Zhenhan.

"Nonsense." Yitiao lifted his head, his rugged and scar-riddled face wore a smile.

That smile carried a trace of nostalgic bitterness.

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