Odd Containment Specialist.

Chapter 732 Xia Shou vs. Writer (Part )

As the flash kill was activated, Xia Shou and the writer switched positions.

At the moment the teleportation ended, Xia Shou looked nervously at the writer behind him, expecting the expected result to appear.

Now, it is the writer's turn to bear the attack he has released. This special blow may be fatal to the writer himself.

Moreover, the flash kill method is to exchange positions at the moment of being attacked, so when the opponent appears in the attacked position, the attack has already landed, and there is absolutely no possibility of dodging.

The next second, all the clothes on the writer's front turned into dust, and the skin on his body turned into a layer of sticky blood, flowing down his body steamingly, but he was not cut open!

Xia Shou opened his eyes wide in disbelief and looked at the scene in shock.

How can it be!

How did he manage to remain unscathed? His physical strength was clearly not enough to block this blow, and he did not even dodge. He...

Xia Shou suddenly understood the mystery.

Although he did not see with his own eyes the scene where Shangguan Yan blocked the writer's attack, he had just learned all the information about the writer in detail from Modise at the Control Bureau.

Since the minister was able to block that kind of slash, it makes sense that the writer, who imitated some of the minister's abilities, could block his own attack.

But the speed of his defense was too fast, which completely exceeded the reflex limit of human nerves.

Due to lack of information, Xia Shou could not fully see through the writer's defensive logic, nor could he know that the reason why the writer reacted so quickly was entirely due to the fighting instinct he imitated from Zhe.

As a violent animal with an endless thirst for battle, and as a named being, Zhe's fighting instinct cannot be explained by modern science. He can fully understand the use of any force and has an intuitive and high-speed reaction to attacks. Zhe's "instinctive nerves" override the conduction mechanism of bioelectricity.

Relying on his fierce fighting instinct, the writer used the slashing attack again at the moment of exchanging positions, using the splitting to counter the splitting, thus blocking the splitting attack that he had released and should have to bear himself.

But while defending, the writer's attention has never been on this battle.

His mind wandered around, reality became extremely unreal, and some unreal things became very real.

The writer saw his long-deceased master standing beside him, holding a wood plane in one hand and a cane in the other.

This is the master who taught the writer to read and write. He is a carpenter in their village.

In the writer's memory, the carpenter had beautiful handwriting and people would always come to him to ask for writing during the New Year and other holidays.

I heard that before the carpenter became a carpenter, he was a teacher in his hometown. Because he had an affair with the concubine of a local bully, he had his legs broken, was driven out of the village, and ended up here.

If he had not been taken in by the old carpenter who lived at the entrance of the village, he would have died long ago.

Of course, these are all what the writer heard. Anyway, when he met the carpenter, he had already replaced the dead old carpenter and became the best carpenter in the village.

Later, somehow, the carpenter became his teacher who taught him to read.

At that time, Anonymous was not yet called Anonymous. It was easier to get by with a humble name in the countryside. His name was Zhang Gousheng.

The carpenter said that the name was not nice and asked him if he wanted to change it.

He said he wanted to.

The carpenter asked him what name he wanted to change to.

He said, I don’t know.

The carpenter pondered for a moment and said, since I don’t know his name, then I’ll take the character Yi from Anonymous and call him Zhang Yi.

Then the carpenter said, you don’t have to call me sir, just call me master.

"Gou Sheng, you've become a writer." The writer heard the carpenter calling him by his nickname. "Yes... I've become a writer." The anonymous replied in a trance.

I became a writer…but how did I become a writer?

What works have I written?
"I've read your book, it's really well written!" The carpenter said as he took out a book. "When I came here, I passed by a strange mountain. The whole mountain was covered with paper. The trees were wrapped in paper, and the branches were also hung with paper. There was an old man selling books over there. I knew at a glance that this book was written by you."

Anonymous took the book handed over by the carpenter. The title was "Travels to Paper Curtain Mountain".

In an instant, Anonymous Chaos' eyes lit up.

At this moment, it was the sixth second after the opening of the Pinnacle. Xia Shou saw the writer muttering to himself while looking in an empty direction.

This is a perfect opportunity to attack. As long as you can touch the opponent, you can activate [Perpetual Damage]. Perpetual Damage in the pinnacle state can explode the writer into the same blood as him in one breath!
Xia Shou slid towards the opponent and reached out to touch the opponent's calf. Xia Shou's sprint speed had surpassed the world's top sprinters, and the short distance was instantly closed by him.

His right hand slapped out like lightning, and the writer, who was obviously absent-minded, moved instantly and avoided Xia Shou's touch.

This is not in line with physical movement. Xia Shou had seen it when fighting against the Assassin before.

The opponent also knows the instant step of idealistic martial arts, and even the body enhanced by the scorpion spine cannot be compared with it.

Of course, Xia Shou didn't expect to meet the other party so easily. He just didn't want to miss any opportunity to try. When he just took action, he had already started to summon the door.

The black shadow under Xia Shou's feet expanded, and a golden library-style door emerged from the bottomless black swamp.

When the door that looked like a book pavilion opened, one seemed to be able to hear the sound of pages turning. The transparent silk ribbon like moonlight was bound by colorful flame chains. In the eyes of Xia Shou, who had already consumed the forbidden knowledge of blood and fire, all flames could turn into blood and water. This was even an uncontrollable cognition.

But now he can still regard this colorful chain as a kind of "flame".

Xia Shou stretched out his hand and grasped the hilt of the excalibur.

Three feet of water—unsheathed!
"Let's see how you can hide now!"

Xia Shou swung his sword horizontally.

The person wielding the three-foot sword will teleport directly to the target after aiming at it, and the distance is just right for this swing to cut through the target.

In other words, he can rely on the automatic tracking feature of Sanchishui to forcibly keep up with the opponent's instant step!
The moment he drew his sword, the space around him stretched rapidly, and when it became clear again, he had already arrived in front of the writer.

At such a close distance, the writer's scarred appearance could be seen more clearly. He could no longer recognize Shangguan Yan's facial features. After enduring his own blow, the surface was covered with a layer of sticky blood, and behind it were exposed muscles and fascia that were severely burned by Xiaoming's boiling blood.

The writer turned his dull, puppet-like eyeballs and stared straight at Xia Shou.

When the three feet of water was about to touch him, it was dodged... Like the most outstanding mathematician, he dodged the sword edge that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, like water, without any unnecessary movement, as if he had calculated the length to the millimeter.

But Xia Shou didn't intend to do anything with Three Feet of Water. Three Feet of Water was just to shorten the distance in an instant. His goal was to hit the other party!
Xia Shou stepped out with his right foot to step on the opponent's right foot, and at the same time reached out to touch the opponent's armless shoulder.

Xia Shou held his breath. Time seemed to slow down infinitely at this moment, and everything in the outside world turned into slow motion.

He could see his liquid red fingers slowly approaching the other person's body, and just as they were about to touch, he saw an incredibly gorgeous scene.

The writer's shoulders turned into flames, and the flames mysteriously turned into blood as they rose in the air, like wisps of steam rising when water boils, or the light emitted by burning firewood.

And now, the light is changing again, crossing the boundaries of state, nature, temperature, and mass, ignoring the seemingly unchangeable physical properties.

This was the first time Xia Shou saw the practice of "forbidden knowledge" in the real world.

And the price was...his touch missed again.

(End of this chapter)