Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 642 (Fourth update, please subscribe) I'm going to take down Im!
"Meat bomb tank!"

"hehe."

The clone never imagined that it would one day face such a low-level ninjutsu. It casually unleashed black flames, already envisioning Liu Yan being burned to death by black flames resembling Amaterasu.

However, just as the black flames were about to make contact with Liu Yan, they were deflected at an angle and flew in the opposite direction!
This is the Reflection Field skill enhanced by all of Su Rui's reward points and side quests!
"A mere trick." The clone sneered and kicked Liu Yan away, only to find that the sole of its shoe was covered in the doom powder that Zhu Wen had secretly sprinkled.

The girl who had redeemed the fortune teller's enhancement turned deathly pale: "My luck tells me the effect will be negligible."

Wang Hu seized the opportunity to pull the trigger, but the clone Zheng Zha merely frowned slightly, then teleported back and grabbed Wang Hu by the neck: "Ant."

The black flames instantly engulfed the team member with the least enhancement.

"Wang Hu!" Zheng Zha's eyes were bloodshot, and his blood was almost boiling from the explosion.

But his overexerted body suddenly stiffened, and the excruciating pain of the forced release of the gene lock caused him to kneel on the ground.

The clone shook off the now-skeletal Wang Hu, looked at the group of weaklings, and suddenly recalled some memories.

He dropped his mocking expression and, for the first time, spoke to Zheng Zha in a tone close to his true self: "Keep struggling, you piece of trash."

The shadow of the black flame wings spread out enveloped everyone: "Let me see how high you can burn."

"Liyan·Tornado Sky!"

Just as the clone Zheng Zha unleashed his black flames, Zhang Xiaoxue suddenly exclaimed in surprise from the other end!
"Zhang Jie! Fu Ming!"

Time goes back to a few minutes ago.

In the air, Fang Yu and Song Tian were locked in combat.

Song Tian's blade sliced ​​through the air before Fang Yu's Rinne Sharingan could even detect the trail of purple lightning.

This is the level of mastery achieved by cultivating the Purple Thunder Blade Technique to its fullest extent!

As the "nuclear bomb" of the Celestial Team, Song Tian's combat power is already the ceiling of the reincarnation space!
Fang Yu really couldn't handle this guy for the time being!

Although the Buddha's attack power was sufficient, Fang Yu had no doubt that once the Buddha was activated, Song Tian would take the opportunity to drag his teammates down with him.
Helpless, we can only deal with whatever comes our way.

"The third level of the Purple Thunder Blade Technique: Hell of Sinking Thunder!"

The moment Song Tian sheathed his sword, eighty-one purple lightning blades suddenly appeared above Fang Yu's head!

Fang Yu crossed his arms to take the first wave of slashes head-on, and the Divine Protection Barrier shattered under the strain!

"Interesting." Blood trickled from the corner of Fang Yu's mouth, and six Seeking Dao Jade appeared behind him!
"Expansion seeking Tao jade!"

Just as Song Tian's purple lightning blade was about to collide with Fang Yu's Six Paths Seeking Truth Ball, Fang Yu's Observation Haki suddenly gave a warning!

The aftershocks of the energy clash between the two are enough to raze Manhattan to the ground!
Apart from Li Yingqi, who is in the Nascent Soul stage, the rest of the Zhongzhou team have no chance of survival!
"Damn it!" Fang Yu clasped his hands together, his left palm bursting with golden Asgardian runes, while his right palm tore open a dark rift in the Yellow Springs Rift!
The two spatial forces intertwined to form a vortex, forcefully enveloping Song Tian's sword aura and his own Seeking the Dao Jade within it!

"Change the scene!"

"boom--!!!"

A bright white ball of light suddenly appeared in the sky above the Texas desert, and the shockwave plowed out a crater with a diameter of hundreds of kilometers!

Before the sandstorm had even cleared, Fang Yu staggered out of the dust, his sleeves torn and his skin cracked and bleeding.

Ignoring his injuries, he immediately sensed the coordinates of the Flying Thunder God Technique; he needed to fly back to Manhattan to save it.
Wait!

The Flying Thunder God Mark has disappeared!
Oh shit!

"Chu Xuan!" Fang Yu gritted his teeth. He knew without even thinking that the only one who could silently erase the spatial mark was that cunning old fox Chu Xuan clone who had never shown himself!

"Who says I can't teleport without the Flying Thunder God Technique!"

"Yomi Hirazan!"

At that moment, a golden light suddenly appeared on the horizon!

"Whoosh!" Fu Ming's Azure Nether Sword pierced through the air and arrived!

Zhang Jie's psychic barrier simultaneously sealed off the surrounding space, forcefully interrupting the teleportation array that Fang Yu had just constructed!

"Don't even think about leaving." Song Tian's blade was already aimed at his face! "Eighty God Vacuum Strike!" Fang Yu roared, unleashing a torrent of chakra fists!

Song Tiandao shifted his stance, unleashing the sixth level of the Purple Thunder Blade Technique, "Thunder Explodes Five Mountains," to fiercely meet the attack!
"Boom boom boom——!"

Each collision exploded with lightning and fire stretching for kilometers, and the desert collapsed beneath their feet into a lava lake!

Meanwhile, at the Demon Team's temporary base

The lens of Chu Xuan's clone reflected the distant nuclear explosion flash, and he lightly tapped his temple with his fingertip: "Spatial anchoring complete, Central Continent Team has been split up."

Zhang Xiaoxue nervously gripped the Investiture of the Gods: "But Fang Yu's combat power exceeds expectations, is it really possible?"

"It's alright." The clone Chu Xuan interrupted her, "Zheng Zha is the key."

He looked at the raging black flame tornado in the mental link, his tone as cold as a machine: "When Fang Yu witnesses his teammates die, the 'variable' will go berserk."

Zhang Xiaoxue's eyes widened: "The one you mentioned?"

Chu Xuan did not answer, but silently accepted the Investiture of the Gods and wrote a few strokes on it.

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Red-haired Shanks stood on the island's beach, his one arm gripping Griffin, the tip of his sword embedded in the sand, watching Fang Yu walk towards him.

"Divine evasion isn't as simple as swinging a sword." Shanks kicked at the sand. "See these grains of sand?"

Fang Yu stopped, the Thor's Sword coalescing in his hand, arcs of electricity dancing on its blade.

Shanks suddenly drew his sword, and Griffin unleashed a black and red arc of light.

Without warning or preparation, the blade flashed so fast that it even cleaved the sea breeze.

Fang Yu parried with his sword!

"Clang!" A crisp metallic clang rang out, blasting a shallow crater in the sand beneath his feet. Fine sand flew everywhere, and black and red lightning exploded between the two, shaking the nearby coconut trees.

“Too rigid.” Shanks sheathed his sword and shook his head. “Your Haki is like a rock.” He bent down, grabbed a handful of sand, and let the grains slip through his fingers. “Watch closely.”

The sand grains were suddenly cut in half by an invisible force as they fell, the cuts as neat as if they had been measured with a ruler.

"Conqueror's Haki isn't about brute force." Shanks flicked half a grain of sand at Fang Yu. "It's about intention."

Fang Yu caught the grain of sand and stared at the cut.

He recalled watching a short video where someone said something similar—the sword is not an extension of the arm, but an extension of the mind.

"Again." Fang Yu threw off his coat, and Thor's Sword reformed.

This time, he didn't rush to make a move, but instead closed his eyes.

Shanks' lips curled up slightly upon seeing this.

The sea breeze suddenly stopped.

The electric arcs around Fang Yu began to subside, no longer appearing menacing, but rather enveloping the sword like a thin mist.

When he opened his eyes again, the sharpness in them was gone.

“Interesting.” Shanks assumed a fighting stance. “Let me see.”

Fang Yu made a move.

With just a simple diagonal slash, the space around the Thor's Sword distorted slightly the instant it was swung out!

Shanks raised an eyebrow, and Griffin hastily parried.

"Qiang!"

This time, the sound was like ice cracking, and the seawater around the island suddenly sank into a perfect circle. The seabirds in the distance suddenly froze and fell into the sea one after another.

This kid has amazing talent!

(End of this chapter)