can be sent on the field by Wu Zi as the last member of the formation, to a certain extent, his strength is not much better than that of Lermontov, and he has already planned to win two games in a row, how can he tolerate such a disdainful attitude.

However, he looked at the other party carefully again, and found that the relaxed posture was too obvious, as if the strength of the two sides was not at the same level at all, and there was no need to take it seriously at all.

Of course, this is impossible, to be able to be sent out by both sides at a critical moment, there will definitely be no weakling.

Want to yourself off? It's too naïve. There is no room for negligence in demonic battles, and those who are careless or despise their opponents are probably already drowning in the cruel competition.

Molano exhaled softly, as if to completely release the residual exhaust gas from his lungs, and with his seemingly relaxed movement, a breeze blew in the otherwise calm and deserted old garden for no apparent reason.

It was winter, and it was dry and silent, and although the temperature was close to freezing in the middle of the night, it was a little cold, but it didn't have any effect on the demons. However, after Molano exhaled, they also smelled a fresh and moist scent, which was like the gentle spring breeze bringing a faint scent of grass when spring arrived, which was refreshing.

Molano's feet slammed into the ground, with such force that the five sharp toes in front and back of him were plunged deep into the ground, and the ensuing powerful reaction force sent him like sharp arrows.

Fast! It's really fast!

Garon almost blinked, and the monster that seemed to be made up of countless blades had arrived in front of him. The massive curved blade of the arm slashed through.

Only those who face its speed can understand what it feels like. Unlike Lermontov's powerful bursts of charge, Molano's movements weren't so terrifying at first. But in the process of moving, he seemed to be accelerating all the time, closer to the strange change of direction effect produced by Tida with the help of the Entropy Energy Magic Net.

It's just that when Molano is advancing, this acceleration is so natural and smooth, giving people the illusion that he is already so fast, and the gap between perception and reality seriously interferes with Garon's judgment, and even makes the heavy punch that he could have accurately blocked a line slower.

And this line. It will become the first line that determines the outcome of the battle.

"Poof!"

A dull voice rang out, and it was a long, narrow, curved blade more than a meter long that cut through the dark green scale armor. The joy of deep destruction of muscle tissue, and at the same time, there is also flying blood.

At the moment when the battle began, the red-haired Garon fell into complete passivity. His muscles are equally strong, and his movements are fast enough, but the attacks he unfolds are always half a beat slower, not at all as easy as usual, with a bit of indescribable awkwardness. Molano's attacks were fast and fast, and more importantly, he found that he couldn't control Molano's movements at all.

Whenever Garon feels that he can accurately estimate the direction and speed of Molano's attack, the result will always be a little off, and in such a high-frequency, high-intensity attack, a small error is enough to cause the whole game to lose!

"Ahh I finally got it. It's the wind! What a damn, weird current! ”

The cruel blade sliced through the flesh mercilessly, bringing up a sprinkling of emerald blood, after paying the heavy price of several successive wounds. Garon finally found an opportunity to burst out, punching Molano in the head, stopping his chain of attacks, and the whole person was beaten alive and staggered back four or five meters.

And even through the tough scale armor, you can clearly see the angry look in Garon's eyes.

He finally discovers what caused his defeat, those breezes that didn't exist in the first place. Although it seems light, it often produces a slight eerie flow at a critical moment. Make your offense more strenuous.

The movement that can affect the demonic power is by no means something that can be described by a normal wind. Moreover, his own offense is frequently blocked, so will the opponent be more fluent?

Molano, who was punched in the face, was also uncomfortable, but he suddenly raised his head and laughed with a bit of fanatical pleasure:

"That's right, the wind is blowing! Found my cyclone? But it doesn't work, because needless struggles will only make you more powerless. ”

Now that the other party has discovered his ability to manipulate the air current, Molano no no longer needs to carefully control the surging aura around him. The powerful entropy energy source continues to flow out, and the originally gentle and light breeze suddenly changes, turning into a cold current that kills and roars, and the turbulent wind whirlwind carries countless weeds and waste residues swaying and agitating in the air, sometimes rising rapidly, sometimes drifting slowly, making it completely impossible to grasp the law of change.

For onlookers, this is just a minor distraction that doesn't have an impact. But for Garon himself, who was in the middle of it, these irregular, unpredictable and annoying whirlwinds were extremely terrifying and deadly, and his perception of air currents was even more difficult, and it took a great deal of energy to sense and counteract the changes in order not to be affected by Molano's sudden and accelerated attacks.

So Garon sadly found that despite having figured out Molano's abilities, he still couldn't change the passive situation. Because Molano, who has completely let go of his hands and feet, has almost stretched his ability to control the air currents to the limit, and the rhythm and frequency of his attacks are so dazzling that even perception is difficult to keep up.

The black blade sometimes turned into a violent storm and rain, and sometimes it was light and elegant, and it was completely unpredictable, even if it resisted the arc-shaped blades of his arms, the next moment the rest of Morano's body delivered a new wave of attacks faster, and with the help of the strong air flow that changed at will, his continuous attack method was completely suppressed.

Slash, cut, elbow, backrest, and even double foot stamping when jumping back!

Molano, who can be turned into a weapon in every part of his body, has no intention of stopping at all, constantly adding new wounds to Garon's body, blood splattering, and it is extremely tragic. At the same time, he laughed and mocked loudly:

"Do you think I don't know what you're waiting for? Want to destroy my body tissue with corrosive venom? My ** enhancement is not as good as Lermontov's, but it's definitely better than your ridiculous mole who can only spit! ”

Where Garon had been attacked, the black scale armor had become fragile and fluffy, revealing an eerie lifeless pale, like paper soaked in sewage and dried, ready to shatter at any touch. If you look closely, you can also see that a faint dark green juice is desperately penetrating and squeezing deep into the musculature, like a living thing, trying to burrow into Molano's body and wreak havoc on his body.

And in the surrounding air, there are also bursts of extremely pungent smell, spicy and scorching, as if the smell of fresh ** being burnt.

Even the demon's powerful regenerative ability could not stop the erosion of these dark green liquids, which showed the strength of the corrosive power. If there were no enemies in front of him to deal with, and if he calmed down, Molano might be able to resist the damage of these strange corrosives with ease, but in the heat of battle, it was clear that he would not be given such good conditions.

After noticing Garon's bare-handed attack, Molano secretly paid attention, and sure enough, he immediately noticed that the parts that were attacked were attached to the corrosive dark green liquid. In fact, these liquids are far from being as weak as he described, and he can even clearly feel that his body tissues are constantly being destroyed, if the time drags on too long, I am afraid that the victory will be a disastrous victory, and the last battle will not be good.

Therefore, the time has come for him to launch a psychological offensive. Unlike Garon's previous bluffs, Molano is a dignified conspiracy! His attacks were still fierce, and the scarred Garon was no longer as strong and sharp as he had been at the beginning, and his movements had become sluggish.

His sarcasm had an obvious effect, but it was quite different from what was expected. Although Garon's eyes flashed with a few traces of worry and fear, unfortunately he didn't show much flaw, but he became more fierce and not afraid of death, and actually began to take a crazy attack of exchanging injuries for injuries!

This made Molano's heart burn, and he finally realized that he had overlooked a problem:

Limited to the rules set by the two sides, no matter how badly Garon loses, he is bound to not be able to kill him, otherwise he will fall into the tongue of the other party, making today's battle meaningless. Under such a premise, Garon naturally has no fear, knowing that defeat is inevitable, so he simply goes completely crazy, completely ignoring his own protection, and can consume as much as he can to himself, making the last battle more difficult. After all, for demons who are born to fight, a little pain can't make them fear at all, it only stimulates them to go berserk.

Realizing this, Molano felt remorse for the first time in his heart, but it didn't help, although the terrifying blade brought up a thick black shadow with the help of the wind whirlwind, almost cutting Garon into meat sauce, but he couldn't really do it, but he himself was hit by Garon's final counterattack, and the corrosive dark green liquid surged into his body.

"Damn it! If you are obsessed, then turn me into dregs! ”

Molano, who was aroused by the ferocity, was full of murderous intent, and the blades of his arms swung to the extreme, and there were two muffled sounds, and the arms that Garon used to block were actually cut off at the same time, and the already broken scale armor could no longer provide enough protection, and he cut through it in one fell swoop!

Two strong arms flew high, and the dark green tough scale armor lost its body support and slowly faded, mixing emerald green blood and messy weeds and dust, and fell to the ground.

But Garon, who was already crumbling, still did not give up resistance, and even ignored the sharp blades all over Molano's body, suddenly lowered his head, and plunged the sharp horns above his head deep into Molano's chest, almost piercing his body and peeping through his back. (To be continued)