Please ask the dream.

Chapter 294 Competitiveness

"Nice attack!" Looking at the "Jackal" in his hand with the barrel cut off, the King of Monsters threw away the half-broken black gun. Although he lost his favorite weapon, his smile became more excited.

He held a classic Western sword in his hand, and in the blink of an eye, his black windbreaker changed into the battle robe he wore when he first appeared. Such a scene of changing clothes with a cut would be a definite mistake in other works, but for the King of Monsters who can change his age, gender, and appearance at will, how could a mere piece of equipment be so inconvenient?
The tall figure burst out with a terrifying speed that was comparable to Feng Xue's high-load acceleration. The giant sword, which was difficult for ordinary people to even swing, made a sharp hissing sound as it cut through the air.

The silk thread in Feng Xue's hand became tangled into a ball, and a Han sword with a hint of ink appeared in his hand again.

But at this moment, this is no longer a structure simply constructed with the thinking of "sword", but a structure in which Feng Xue uses lines as a carrier to carry the feeling of the sword.

The reason for making such a circle is, of course, because the line can carry more!
At speeds that only a high-speed camera can reach, two swords of completely different styles collided at high speed, and the sparks that flew up did not even have time to fly before being dispersed by the next confrontation.

Feeling the tremendous force coming from the sword's tip, Feng Xue deeply regretted pulling out that extra hand, but on the other hand, if he hadn't pulled out his battle axe mastery, it wouldn't have been so easy for him to tear through the Dead River's defense line.

Although he was at a disadvantage in terms of strength, Feng Xue had no intention of keeping a distance. Even though every movement would put a huge burden on his body, close combat was the only battlefield where he could be confident when facing the King of Monsters!

Although the power of the Monster King is great, it is this power that makes his fighting style full of bold and aggressive momentum. All attacks are mainly aimed at killing. The fighting method that relies on recovery ability and completely abandons defense is Feng Xue's only possibility of winning!
The aura field is entangled!

A powerful aura was gathered on the sword, and the sword, which was as heavy as a feather, swung away the Monster King's sword for the first time in the collision. After a moment of astonishment, the Monster King, who was laughing wildly, suddenly held the sword with both hands and continued to chop down, but all this was within Feng Xue's expectations!

Fight, battle, and kill!

This [rule] completely fits the Monster King's fighting style, but has unknowingly sealed off other possibilities for this vampire.

And now, it’s about to enter a killing game!

His body tilted slightly to the side, and the sword tip that seemed to be intended to block actually scraped against the sword spine, leaving a spark. The five fingers wearing white gloves were covered in blood, but Feng Xue did not chase him. Instead, he jumped back half a step. The next moment, several javelins made of blood pierced the ground in front of his toes accurately as if they had been agreed upon.

Although it is impossible to see through the routine of this inhuman creature, the intention of attack will not change. As long as the monster king still intends to fight him, attacking the fatal points, restricting the ability to move, and destroying the means of attack are the three unchangeable goals.

Relying on these three goals, Feng Xue's rules have turned into a big net, trapping this monster that transcends humanity.

The attack acceleration rate slowly decreased, and the scarred body gradually healed in the warmth bestowed by the golden snake. The pulsation of the Philosopher's Stone also gradually slowed down, but the sounds of the attacks and collisions from both sides became less and less.

Accardo's hit rate is still steadily declining despite the fact that his speed is an order of magnitude lower.

"Then, next, it's time to call for killing!"

The Han sword in Feng Xue's hand twisted, and his body twisted at an amazing angle as if he had no bones. He brushed past the piercing spear of blood, dodged the claw whip made of blood and shadow, and the sword in Feng Xue's hand seemed to turn into a spear, aiming at the only weakness of the vampire, and then...

"puff!"

"Huh? Why?" A heavy blow from behind caused Feng Xue to feel pain as if his internal organs were displaced, and also woke him up from the incomprehensible blackness in front of his eyes.

However, the monster king who threw him away did not chase him. He just turned his back to the ray of morning light and walked slowly. His originally excited eyes had turned into resentment.

"You think you've won? You think you can relax now? You don't have to fight with all your might? Don't underestimate me, little brat!"

"Tsk..."

Feng Xue wanted to say something polite, but he coughed out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs. The golden thread pierced back and forth in his body, quickly repairing the damage suffered at this moment, but Feng Xue still couldn't avoid feeling his vision go black.

"Lost? Was it because I couldn't win? Was it a misjudgment? Was the rules broken? Or did I not use my full strength at all? Why are you dissatisfied? Am I too weak? No, that's not right, that's not the case!"

The weakness of his body allowed Feng Xue to supply more energy to his brain. Feng Xue began to frantically review all the mistakes he had made in this brief confrontation.

But, it didn’t!

The legion structure tore through the defense line, pulled the battle into the field of their expertise, and narrowed down the fighting method with rules... Even if the bullet time multiplier was reduced, it was not to underestimate the opponent, but simply to consider reducing physical loss. After all, even with the transformation of the Philosopher's Stone, the oxygen and energy that can be extracted from metabolites such as carbon dioxide are not infinite. No matter how endless it is, what if you can't win...

"That's right! This is it!"

Feng Xue suddenly raised her head, looked into those scarlet eyes, read the disappointment and dissatisfaction in them, and finally understood her mistake.

"As far as the battle is concerned, there is no problem. The strategy, timing, and fighting skills are all correct... If I have to say there is a problem, it is that... I don't want to win that much..."

It's not that I don't want to win, but the degree is not enough. I have to consider not overdrawing my body and defeating the opponent at the lowest cost... Normally, there is no problem with these, but the opponent is not normal.

"Yes, after all, I am not a monster, not a madman, not a fanatic, not a warmongerer. I don't have the idea that even if I beat you, it doesn't matter what happens next. I have no reason to beat you. Fighting you is just an interest and a coincidence, not an ultimate goal..."

All kinds of thoughts flashed through Feng Xue's mind, and he understood why the Monster King suddenly lost his temper, but he did not think he was wrong.

"If it happens again, I'm afraid I'll make the same mistake again. There's no grudge, and you want me to risk my life in a fight. I'm not a war maniac... But since we're exploring, it seems like it's not impossible to risk my life in a fight."

Controlling his body like a puppet, Feng Xue stood up again. Looking at the King of Monsters who had come before him, he coughed out the fluid in his chest and grinned with his blood-stained mouth.

"After all, I am also competitive!"

(End of this chapter)