The black spirit spread out, encompassing all the vision in front of him.

Han Baiyi watched Gus in front of him sink in the continuous expansion of strength, and his heart also fell to the bottom with it.

The black spirit that was so dense that it almost blinded the vision continued to gather, condense, and shape, hovering around Gus and twisting into a dragon, the scales and tail feathers delicately depicted, as if they were the real form.

Han Baiyi looked dumbfounded.

It's exactly the same as the black dragon on Kotaro's body.

The monk in the distance was silent, but turned from the position facing the maple wood and faced the two of them.

The huge maple tree, which was already slowly absorbing the black spiritual power, suddenly increased its strength, and the black spiritual energy flow thickened and increased, and was absorbed by the maple tree.

However, the speed of absorption was not comparable to the speed at which Gus burned, and he was just standing in place, but like a torch, he flooded everything with black flames.

"Put Robert...... Give me back ......."

Gus's eyes were white and he had almost lost his mind, and only his son was deeply imprinted in his heart and became an obsession.

Han Baiyi looked at his huge blackened fat figure, and couldn't help but think of the Taro soldiers led by Kotaro.

Huge, fat, intellectually retarded, and infinitely powerful.

What's more...... The black dragon hovering over him.

Han Baiyi was impressed.

Before, he thought it was Sakuralong's power, but now that it seems, this black qi is simply emerging from his body, and it is completely different from Sakura Ryu's crimson body.

And......

Han Baiyi turned his head to look at the monk.

This black gas is related to Xianfeng Temple.

"Roar—"

Gus roared suddenly, and a long thick saliva trickled down the corners of his mouth, and his pale skin turned black and rotten, like muddy water in a mud puddle.

Han Baiyi's heart tightened, and his five fingers pressed on the handle of the knife.

Bang –

With a step back, the big fist of the iron pot smashed down like a meteor, and the fist was imprinted on the ground, and the huge force rushed against the wooden floor of the terrace, and the broken wooden planks were warped, and the sawdust was splashed.

Han Baiyi threw his arm and drew the knife, and the whole body opened the door in pitch black and slashed on Gus's arm, the blade cut diagonally into the muscle, but only cut into a third, as if cutting into the metal with a sound embedded into the bone, and could not cut into it again.

Eyes widened.

Before he could draw his knife, there was a whistling wind in his ears, and his large, black hands like wheels grabbed at a speed that was extremely incompatible with his.

Han Baiyi let go of the knife and turned over, slapped his palm on Gus's arm, his body rolled upside down, reached out and grabbed the handle of the knife by inertia, and stepped on Gus's arm with a recoil drawer.

Gus was unaware of this, black smoke snorting from the wound on his left arm.

Han Baiyi fell to the ground, pressing on the ground with one hand and squinting slightly.

It looked like it was about to decay, but it was as hard as steel.

"Can't even the immortal slash be cut off in one fell swoop......

Han Baiyi silently stared at the black dragon coiled around Gus in front of him, looking at the wisps of black spiritual power that were scattered.

'But...... Compared to the black dragon on Kotaro's body, Gus's strength is still much worse, and he has not formed the previous black realm. ’

Han Baiyi glanced at the monk who turned his head in the distance, and then looked at the maple tree that absorbed the black spiritual power.

'Is that the reason......?'

Gus roared madly and rushed straight at him, smashing Han Baiyi with a hammer repeatedly.

Han Baiyi jumped back to dodge, the white thunder loomed on his body, and his pale white pupils were calm and waveless.

The ground was smashed under Gus's hammer, leaving one pit after another.

Infinite strength and agility.

Gus, the bald fat man who was both powerful and nimble, let out an impotent roar.

Han Baiyi squinted slightly.

Inhale deeply in your mouth.

It is certainly impossible to say that he does not regret it.

Originally, I just wanted to change the fate of this poor father and let him be a thug for myself by the way, but I didn't want it to become like this.

Not only did it fail to save him, but it made him what he is now—leading to a mortal end.

Looking at Gus's crazy appearance, Han Baiyi couldn't help but sigh a little.

Compared with this appearance, it is really not as happy as falling off a cliff and dying in the original plot.

"In that case...... It's better to just send you to death. ”

Han Baiyi was determined to make up his mind.

There was no more dodging of the gaze.

Boom –

The fist the size of the iron pot slammed into the ground, piercing straight through, and half of the small arm was stuck in the center of the plank.

Gus's huge and fat body made his movements relatively sluggish, and his arms were shackled, and it was difficult to pull them out for a while.

Han Baiyi dodged the punch with a sideways jump, and the black knife opened the door and once again left a mark on Gus's arm, but it was still useless.

Only wisps of black smoke drifted from the wound.

However, Han Baiyi was not discouraged in his heart.

In this world, there is nothing that is immortal and unkillable.

This is the law of the world set by the old thief Miyazaki, and it cannot be violated.

If Han Baiyi fails to kill the enemy with one sword, then make another sword, and if it doesn't work, cut deeper.

Seeing that Gus had only cut off about a third of his arm on his arm, Han Baiyi roughly knew what he should do next.

His eyes locked on the bald giant man in front of him, and Han Baiyi opened the door with the black knife and inserted it into the sheath again.

Take a deep breath.

Whew-

Suck –

The warm current brought by [Life Breath Yang] continued to run in his body, like a thin hot spring stream soaking his internal organs, and the expansion and contraction of his lungs became more and more exaggerated with the protection of the warm current.

Han Baiyi's eyes gradually lit up.

Plenty of oxygen keeps his brain highly awake and excited, and the high-speed blood provides full power for his body.

Flashing arcs all over the body.

Bai Lei's stimulation made his muscles tense and highly contracted under the slight electric shock, and the brain wave conduction speed of the nerve center was also affected, making Han Baiyi feel that everything in his field of vision seemed to be subtly slowing down.

It's as if time has stopped flowing.

Although Han Baiyi had been self-hypnotizing before, thinking that he was a genius, in fact, he had always maintained a certain degree of inferiority complex in his heart and distrust of his own strength.

Whether it is the flying ape move, the reed celebrity swordsmanship, or the Xianfeng fist technique, he used his potential points out one by one.

Even if he has gained sufficient physical and mental memory experience, he will still have doubts about his body's reaction at certain moments, or resist it, and instead retain some of his subjective and immature combat experience.

It's like the older generation, who used their money for a long time and still kept some of their food stamps, not stupid, but who believed in the life they had actually experienced.

For Han Baiyi, this immature combat experience is his food stamp.

But when he really gives his body to the senses.

He will become a genius who truly penetrates the three schools.

Open your eyes slightly.

Hold the handle tightly with your five fingers and press your thumb against the blade.

There was no warning, just a sudden arc of electricity on his body, and his footsteps left a deep mark on the wooden floor, and the footprints were almost burning.

His form vanished in an instant.

Everything in front of Han Baiyi's eyes was slowing down.

It's slow, it's slow.

His pupils gradually began to constrict, his eyes ignored everything around him, and the scenes around him became imprints like smeared oil paintings in the afterglow, and he could feel the vibration of the air with every step he took.

However, there was no longer the invisible sense of blockage in front of him.

The air was no longer an obstacle for him, and there was a blank space in front of him.

The oxygen he had inhaled deeply before provided him with almost unlimited power for his high-speed body, and the high-speed flow of blood made his green tendons appear hideously on his forehead.

Every time a footstep falls to the ground, it is an indefinite acceleration.

The movements of the upper body did not exceed the limit of ordinary people's eyesight, just like ordinary people pulling out knives.

Slowly, yet seriously.

The black blade revealed an unprecedented cruelty from its scabbard, flickering arcs of lightning enveloping the blade.

The blade vibrates at high speed with very small amplitudes.

Gus's movement of pulling his arm out of the floor became extremely slow in Han Baiyi's eyes.

Even the sound that came out was difficult to rush into his ears, and every time he took a step, the sound seemed to be broken, wandering between the virtual and the real.

Han Baiyi didn't care about it.

In front of him, there is only one knife to cut down.

'Thorn-'

Arc flashing.

The black knife entwined with electricity slashed through more than ten meters of space, and in the field of vision of ordinary people, it was connected into a line that seemed to have traveled through time and space in one frame.

Impotent and furious, Gus, roared, and his voice suddenly leaked out of the wind.

As if puzzled, he lowered his head strangely.

Bang.

The head fell off.

Han Baiyi stood behind Gus, and the black blade slowly tucked into its sheath, as if there was no movement at all.

Gus's head was stunned, as if he could barely relive what was happening, and his mouth opened with difficulty.

"Luo ...... Robert ......"

No sound was made.