Black sail

Chapter 682 LXII. The Power of Demons and Gods
The Demon Eye Mad Blade has never shown his true face. Many years ago, when he was still active in the Western Continent as a Gold-level adventurer, he had already put on an iron mask to suppress his power.

Mystery inspires imagination.

Since Sallet became a Hall of Fame adventurer, he was no longer a good guy. Keep out of the way, he was a complete lunatic. Because the iron mask was already creepy, one could only imagine how hideous it must be.

After the massacre of his entire family seven years ago, Salet became a pariah, and the person behind the mask must be so hideously ugly that he dared not show his face.

However, the truth is...

But the contrast is extreme.

This man always wore riding breeches and military boots, his hair stood up like steel needles, with a few strands floating in front of his forehead. He wore an iron mask, and his upper body was covered in tattoos of dragons and tigers to intimidate the government. He was covered in fierce and evil tattoos.

He has done many terrifying things, and even if he isn't ugly, the first impression is that he is a tough guy or a terrorist.

That's a real upset.

Aside from his somewhat rough skin, he was surprisingly handsome with delicate features and sculpted, three-dimensional facial features. However, his facial contours were not sharp, and his somewhat solitary and thin appearance concealed a youthful charm.

He's incredibly handsome.

But like that underworld messenger, he seemed to have a wild and untamed spirit mixed with naivety, but appearances don't tell the whole story.

Salette is purely obsessed.

His eyes flashed with a fierce light, and his bright red pupils shone with a bloodthirsty glint.

Without a mask containing special magic runes, he himself cannot control this power.

This is the far north of the North, a gift from a strange man who claimed to have come from 1,800 years ago, who asked Salert to watch over this world for him, and that he would come to take it away when the time came.

Salert's reward was the terrifying power to foresee the future and freeze everything.

In an instant.

The training ground had turned into frozen soil, a frigid expanse, cracked and broken apart, while those eyes, like the lenses of a lighthouse, cast a hellish crimson glow in the fan-shaped area in front of them.

The arena was frigid to the extreme, as if one were in the far north of the North.

If it weren't for Izumi's master-level Qi Sect secret techniques, he would have been frozen into an ice sculpture and died instantly. Even the barrier set up by the court sorcerers began to spread with ice threads and condense into mist, and everything in the training ground began to become blurred.

Sallet felt the victory was somewhat unfair, because it couldn't be called martial arts, and he was indeed no match for this qigong man.

"I lost, but I have things I have to do."

With his twin swords drawn, Salert was undefeated, even after the massacre of his family and the subsequent attacks by numerous top experts.

Quanjiu scoffed.

He was originally an extremely arrogant person who came to slaughter the masters of the Western Continent.

"You think... street magic tricks can scare me?"

Quanjiu.

They're not acting anymore.

Sword... Flash!

It was repeated a hundred times!

He unreservedly displayed the secret power of the Qi Sect at the master level.

Those sword lights and strikes exploded like a complex ball of yarn, their maze-like trajectories constantly contracting and expanding.

For example, when experiencing dizziness due to cerebral ischemia, phantom haloes appear in the darkness before the eyes, spreading out in a hazy manner, while a frequent, murderous wind sweeps through the dark and gloomy world.

Slashing Strike, Whirlwind Strike, Instant Strike, Phantom Strike, Shadow Strike, Annihilation Strike!

Just a moment.

"how?"

Quan Jiu sheathed his sword and flicked it, shaking off the blood droplets on the blade.

The female host was already at a loss for words, and could only say that the final elimination round had turned into a championship battle. This was the highest-level competition on the entire continent, with participants from all over the world. This year was another extremely luxurious year.

Even with the freezing ice covering his body, Salert was covered in blood, cut open with hundreds of wounds, and was beyond dead. Blood was gushing out, and the amount of blood lost in an instant stained the frozen ground into a pool of blood.

To foresee the future, to grasp... the past.

This is not a force that human beings can resist, but comes from a world of paintings that is rarely recorded in literature and exists only in legends.

That wasn't some terrifying self-healing power; it was that the parameters of time had been modified, but it seemed to only affect the Demon Eye Kyo himself. Salert's scale began to rewind.

Blood flowed backward, and the injuries healed. This was the entire scale of Salert; he had no memory of being hit, nor did he know what happened during that time.

This force is uncontrollable, so it needs to be strictly controlled and never removed unless absolutely necessary.

"Necromantic creations? Ghosts?"

Izumi has seen it all. Since swordsmanship is ineffective, he will use absolute power to sweep everything aside!
With a swift movement, he pushed off the ground with both legs, embedding them into the frozen earth. His knees bent slightly as he lowered his center of gravity, pushing his Qi Sect's secret power to its limit. His long, dark hair billowed wildly without wind, his clothes fluttered, and he pressed his wrists back to draw out the force. His bones creaked and trembled slightly, and the energy surged, causing the surrounding ice to crack layer by layer.

The light became dim under the obscuring force of the Heavenly Gang Force. He clenched his fist with one hand, slowly pulled his arm back, and turned his shoulder back. His half-open shirt was torn open, and the muscle lines on his back bulged like the roots of an old tree. Every muscle was exerting force, and the completely frenzied Qi Sect secret power caused the ground beneath his feet to sink several feet under the enormous pressure, as if it was suppressing some ultimate violent power.

"die!"

Punch out!
The only way to describe it is as a cataclysmic event.

Because of the battle between Shirahoshi and the Dragon Lord, the protective barrier had been urgently strengthened and was now beginning to shake.

In previous years, Izumi was very likely to win the championship, but unfortunately Salert was the ultimate unlucky one.

Heaven and earth clash!

The solid ice on the frozen ground was all smashed up and instantly thrown to the top of the barrier, shattering into pieces. A terrifying vortex burst forth, revealing the real earth. The cold mist was cleared away, revealing a land scarred and devastated.

The most primal, destructive force brought an end to everything on the field.

Even Quanjiu was starting to lose his composure and began to pant heavily. No one could survive this attack, but even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit, summoning its sword by manipulating its qi.

His gaze swept over Salet's corpse.

However, the scale started to turn back, and nothing happened.

Salert had no memory of being punched; he remained motionless, wielding his twin swords.

"You have indeed won. In terms of martial arts, admit defeat. You cannot defeat me."

Salert's scale can be moved forward, but the price is... extremely terrifying. This is the realm of gods, and the chaotic memories that flood in instantly will burn out your brain. Salert has only used it once in his life.

"impossible!"

Quanjiu was truly at his breaking point, but he refused to believe in superstition. He believed there was no one in the world he couldn't kill, and that even the strongest power had its limitations and couldn't be used continuously.

It hasn't reached its limit yet!
Are we going to risk damaging our vital energy and meridians to kill this person?
"no solution anymore……"

Salert had no choice but to move his setting forward to make his flow rate extremely fast. Having suffered greatly from it once, he only needed to adjust it by two seconds this time.

His eyes blazed with a blood-red light, reflecting a crimson inferno.

Salert moved.

That was an utterly unreasonable and extreme power, pure speed and reaction ability that broke through the limits of any organic life form; it was simply an extraterrestrial monster.

The most terrifying thing is.

It also foresaw Izumi Hisashi's future.

For Sallet, anything that takes people two seconds to accomplish, he does in an instant, without stopping, with the interval so small as to be completely negligible.

A red ghostly figure swept over, each strike aimed at the very soul.

In those two seconds, Izumi's movements were slowed down many times over. Even in this state, he managed to parry several sword strikes by sheer luck, proving his reputation for being able to kill at the mere sight of a shadow.

But that's about it.

This is a miraculous power.

For Salet, it wasn't that time was slowed down, but rather that he overloaded himself in an instant and accomplished what he had done in two seconds.

Flying past... Hua Zhan.

For Izumi, everything went black before he was stabbed, and blood gushed out uncontrollably.

"Fuck you..."

Izumi, clutching the horrific knife wound on his chest from massive bleeding, collapsed and lost consciousness before he could finish speaking.

Salert, overwhelmed by memory overload and suffering from a splitting headache, was too preoccupied to finish him off.

The female host was stunned for a while before she spoke.

"This is amazing! The final ticket was secured by Kyo Kusanagi, giving him a spot in the championship match!"

(End of this chapter)