Black sail

Chapter 651 XXXI. Hall of Fame Adventurer Demon Eye Mad Blade
The extremely cold, silky ice began to spread like a spiderweb, slightly affecting Greenberg's movements.

"I used a very fast speed in the first move just now, how did you do that?"

Greenberg was extremely muddy; that move was only to cut open the mask and see the true face. It could be considered a serious strike, or rather, a surprise attack.

He believed that few could stop him; even those who could react to bullets couldn't react to this. If it weren't for anything else, just his reaction speed alone would be truly formidable.

Salet: "..."

He did not reply.

What Greenberg didn't know was that Sallet's eyes could foresee the future and had already seen through his plans. No matter how fast Greenberg was, there was always an insurmountable barrier between them.

A thin mist drifted through the air, carrying the chill of the air.

Greenberg dodged and retreated rapidly, then leaped back into the air and unleashed a massive spinning scythe, fast as a ghost, slicing Salert in two at the waist with a crack.

But it was like striking a ghost; the reflections were cast by scattered ice crystals formed from the mist, which turned into smoke and dissipated.

Like an evil spirit, the masked man crossed his arms and flew from the other side, slashing at Hua Zhan.

The momentum generated by the flying sickle was unimaginable, but Greenberg pulled it back instantly with both hands. The scene was so amazing that it instantly cleared away the clouds and fog, and flew to Salert in a flash.

The strange thing is that there is no intermediate process at all. The flying sickle seems to have no connection with Greenberg. It is a separate and independent thing, and there is no trace of the chain.

It's a giant, spinning black shadow flying wildly through the air; if you brush against it, you'll be maimed; if you touch it, you'll die.

The deadly wheel of strangulation spun wildly toward Salert.

The twin swords were blocked, but the spinning wheel was incredibly powerful. Its astonishing rotation scorched the twin swords, causing them to emit thick smoke. Even the craftsmanship of the court alchemy could hardly withstand the damage.

There was a click.

The moment the scythe paused, it hooked a knife and pulled it toward him, instantly shattering Salert's stance and causing him to freeze for a split second.

Greenberg acted completely irrationally, retaliating instantly without any intermediate steps. In less than half a second, the flying scythe seemed to split into two simultaneously, slashing down like a guillotine, already close to his face.

Foreseeing the future, he unleashed a flurry of double-bladed slashes, parrying and blocking the attacks.

Ordinary people's dynamic vision can only capture incomplete images, resulting in blurry afterimages when moving too fast.

Two flying sickles, three flying sickles, four flying sickles.

Even the court alchemy couldn't withstand the damage. The air was filled with a metallic smell. The flying scythe was stripped of its iron filings by the dust in the air due to its excessive speed, like a meteorite falling. It didn't need any accelerant and there was absolutely no fluctuation of arcane ether energy. The flying scythe began to burn fiercely.

"That's fucking terrifying! Holy crap!"

Garen was dumbfounded. He was just a Silver Adventurer and this was his first time experiencing such a battle. Any monsters or beasts thrown in would be instantly shredded to dust. Tian Sha had always been very impressive, but this was also the first time he had ever put on such a show, so he stopped pretending.

The audience was in an uproar. Even the powerful and wealthy were here to see this, even though they had paid such exorbitant prices for tickets to the Golden Dragon Hotel!
No matter how many flying scythes appear in the afterimage, there is ultimately only one.

Despite being able to predict the future.

However, even with Salert's physical abilities, he couldn't keep up for a short time and was completely suppressed. If it weren't for the chill emanating from the Ghost Eye, the scorching heat alone would have cooked him alive. Under the high temperature, the surrounding scenery had already become distorted and filled with mirages.

To the spectators, it appeared to be a chaotic battle of wits, just two figures moving with lightning speed and weapons clashing wildly. But in reality, every strike involved a psychological game.

"As expected of a Hall of Fame level! As expected of a Hall of Fame level! Impressive!"

Tian Sha repeated it twice, a sinister smile on his face. "You can still hold on? Your will to survive hasn't kicked in yet. You're a real boiled beef."

Salert's iron face showed no emotion; his heart was as still as water, extremely calm. Having walked the edge of life and death countless times over the years, he had long since become desensitized to "death."

“Game time is over.” Salet’s tone was icy, and the ghostly eyes in the two holes of his mask shone with a bloody light.

A master like Tian Sha wouldn't make random moves; he could foresee more of the future, even deeper aspects of it, and his methods were completely understood.

Just like the battle with Morrison on the white tower at the beginning of the year, the ice crystals and mirages were like mirrors, forming an airtight cage that blocked Tian Sha, and the killing intent corridors from all directions projected countless Salerts.

Under Salert's countless feints, they repeated Salert's actions, making it impossible to distinguish who was the real Salert.

All the mirages were twin-bladed demons with crossed arms, slashing and leaping.

Greenberg was incredulous; this man's reaction speed was beyond comprehension. He wasn't as fast as him, but it was as if he could see the future!
Salert seemed to stop pretending, pushing his physical abilities to the limit, unleashing a lightning-fast, spinning slash.

Greenberg pulled back the flying scythe and circled around himself, but could only see the spinning black shadow swirling around him, protecting himself.

But Salette had already foreseen this scene, and the invisible chains were also bound by the twin swords.

Greenberg himself pulled the Demon Eye Mad Blade over! He's as fast as Salert!

There is no intermediate process.

When I came to my senses, I had already witnessed the final scene.

click!
A knife slashed hard across Greenberg's face, embedding itself deep, blood gushing out, the blade reaching the bone.

If Greenberg hadn't managed to deflect the force in time, he would have killed himself!
The entire audience erupted in cheers, and the broadcast host's silence was deafening. This level of battle could only be seen at the Continental Martial Arts Tournament.

Blood splattered across Greenberg's right cheek as the chains tightened around Salert's knife. Salert delivered a powerful and ferocious side kick straight to Greenberg's abdomen, but Greenberg was thinking the same thing.

boom!
Two deep trenches were carved into the training ground. The two men retreated violently, staggering but quickly regaining their footing, with a distance of about twenty horse lengths between them.

Both sides' weapons fell to the ground.

Greenberg's wound on his face was throbbing painfully, deep enough to see the bone, and bleeding profusely. He couldn't stop the bleeding or pick up his weapon, because Salert was already coming for him, unarmed.

It seems we don't need to take off our masks to fight this guy yet; let's save that for tomorrow's Stargazing Festival finals.

During the sprint, the frost-like aura emanating from the Ghost Eye spread through Salert's hands, forming icy threads. When he reached the distance of three horse lengths from the Heavenly Fiend, Salert gripped the solid ice blade, its sharpness fully revealed, shining brightly under the arena's spotlight as he wielded both blades wildly.

"This is clearly cheating!"

But Greenberg reacted abnormally, constantly bending down, retreating, and dodging to the side, avoiding one blow after another.

The viewers who bet on Tian Sha to win were also on edge; it was incredibly thrilling.

The longer the battle went on, the deeper Salert's vision of the future became. Greenberg was already dead. In addition to the slash that cut his face, he also had cuts that went deep into his chest and thigh, reaching the bone.

Tian Sha wanted to admit defeat, and his will to survive began to erupt.

Sallet is the kind of character who would never leave anyone alive.

With a twist of the two blades around his neck, he crossed them and pulled, instantly decapitating him. His head flew twenty or thirty meters away, and blood gushed from his neck, vying to flow out.

Tian Sha's corpse collapsed to its knees, limp and lifeless, and it died instantly.

The female host was stunned... and it took her a while to speak.

"Former Hall of Fame Adventurer, Demon Eye Mad Blade, Salert, has earned a ticket to the Stargazing Festival Finals!"

(End of this chapter)