I Can Bring In-game Items Out-Chapter 723 - 428 Yin Spirit

428 Yin Spirit

With the voice, Male Tyrant burst into wild laughter, his expression as exaggerated as possible.

Indeed, he did it on purpose.

As a member of the second generation, the girls gave him a resounding title, Male Tyrant.

The top-grade man among men, able to dominate the heavens, appreciate his qualities, appreciate them with joy.

The natural scenery is infinite.

Unfortunately, the Master's rules only allowed him to dominate the heavens among women due to his wealth, preventing him from truly oppressing men and women.

However, the Master's rules did not restrict arrogance.

So Male Tyrant walks with a crab-like stride, arrogant and flamboyant, with exaggerated tone.

Usually hoping for someone to provoke him, just to have a reason to act.

He got used to it, and this grin on the arena was as exaggerated as could be.

Indeed, his flamboyant expression immediately attracted the attention of other players.

Thus, Male Tyrant arrogantly and exaggeratedly stretched out his arm.

Many spectators opened their mouths wide in shock,

because threads of black mist condensed into a black needle behind Male Tyrant's head.

The black needle waved,

tracing threads of black mist to form the words "idiot".

Whoosh!

Ah!

A black light shot out from the back, obviously intentionally brushing past the cheek as it flew away, scaring him greatly.

The black light landed in Small Knife's palm.

It was actually a black needle, and before everyone could see clearly, it turned into black mist and entered Small Knife's body.

"Yin Spirit players are composed of Yin Qi, so transforming it into an attack with willpower isn't a problem. So don't stupidly think I'm just a target," Small Knife said calmly again.

Despite the calm tone, it was all the more infuriating, as if not taking the opponent seriously,

"You, you!" Male Tyrant was furious.

He was just frightened.

But actually, he had Magical Treasure Body Protection, such attacks targeting himself would easily be blocked and cause no harm.

"I know, I saw the black mist it just emitted, quietly sneaking past,"

a player from below the arena shouted loudly.

They pulled up the previous imagery with a Spiritual Ability Phone, enlarged the replay and found the details.

"You are dead. You are dead meat." Male Tyrant stammered, too overwhelmed to maintain his demeanor.

His extended arm wiped across, a row lit up with light.

It was actually a row of six finger-thick flying swords.

He, Southern Tyrant, was armed to the teeth.

His fingers swiped across, a flying sword shone, floated out, enlarged, and shot out.

The momentum was astounding, extremely magnificent.

"Here it comes." Small Knife laughed, throwing a punch.

With willpower, a large amount of active Yin Qi surged into the fist, making it more solid and enlarged to head-size.

Even so, with one punch,

boom.

The flying sword was smashed away, shattering, but the fist also exploded into black mist.

Indeed, the flying sword shattered.

It wasn't that Small Knife's punch was so powerful.

Because Male Tyrant was covered in magical treasures, but the one truly powerful was the flying sword trapped inside Small Knife's body, reaching top-grade magical artifact level.

The others were much inferior, mostly defensive or other functional magical treasures.

The only one that could compare in power to this top-grade artifact was the one-time-use flying sword on his wrist.

Under the Nascent Soul Cultivator's activation, it was already at the brink of regular limits.

The shattered flying swords shot off into the distance, unnoticed, as Small Knife's side saw rolling black mist swiftly gather back as if by an invisible force and flew back quickly.

It looked like a reverse playback.

It sunk back into the fist, and the shattered fist restored itself in an instant.

"Damn it! Damn it, damn it."

Male Tyrant was infuriated in front of so many watching him, he, a dignified Male Tyrant, had never endured such humiliation since his rise to power. His fingers swiped repeatedly.

He swiped a total of five times.

The fingers-length, extremely magnificent flying swords on his arm, one after another shot out, enlarged, with an astonishing momentum shot towards Small Knife.

Boom!

Small Knife's left fist expanded beyond head size, fiercely striking out.

With a roar and a blast, the left fist shattered, but the flying sword was also exhausted, shattered.

But then the second flying sword already shot over.

Boom!

Small Knife's right fist struck out, destroying it, his right fist also shattered.

"I want to see how you'll block it, unless you've grown extra arms and hands, hahaha."

Male Tyrant laughed wildly, because there were still three more, shooting consecutively.

The shattered fist's black mist flew back quickly, but it was clearly too slow.

Ah!

In a scream, 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

the fist hit the subsequent incoming flying swords.

It exploded.

Male Tyrant's mouth gaped wide open, full of disbelief.

He saw something incredible.

That opponent, that opponent, from both sides, new arms emerged, new fists.

They sprouted from the flesh, fiercely smashing towards the stabbing flying swords, shattering them.

Incredibly, incredibly, all the flying swords were smashed.

The audience was dumbfounded, can it be like this?

"I know, I know."

Fang Xi excitedly shouted: "Yin Spirit players originally have no corporeal form, just a mass of pure Yin Qi, able to form a human shape, naturally they can form three heads and six arms."

He laughed heartily, as if discovering a new method.

He actually transformed into a mass of black mist on the spot, writhing, trying to form something, not sprouting beast heads, or arms, or other chaotic things.

The momentum seemed amazing.

But due to lack of skill, the appearance was frightening, but not solid enough.

Small Knife understood that with enough time, visualization, and familiarity, it could be achieved; it wasn't difficult.

But the power?