People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Chapter 197 Where Did This Roadside Come From?

Thinking of this, it became excited, thinking of destroying Dante, killing Bayonetta, and summoning His Highness to descend—

The old patriarch grew increasingly excited, focusing all his attention on the Asura Blade, as if it were not Suren fighting against it, but rather the blade itself.

However, this almost obsessive focus became its most fatal flaw.

It didn't notice at all that, as Suren ran, his right hand, which had been hanging down naturally, had already reached for his back using the visual afterimage left by his high-speed movement.

suddenly!

Suren stomped heavily on his foot.

"Bang!"

The ground was trampled into pieces.

"Here it comes! Just hold on for this!"

The old patriarch's heart tightened, and he immediately retracted all the metal instruments, using them to block in front of him.

Its eyes widened, staring intently at Suren's left hand, awaiting the arrival of that earth-shattering blade.

As the distance between them closed, it wondered why its opponent hadn't drawn their sword, but it still instinctively tried to defend itself.

attitude.

The next second, the old patriarch froze, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face.

Because it was watching the other side intently, it actually released its left hand and threw away the [Asura Blade], which had accumulated an unknown amount of magic power!

This operation, which went against its preconceived notions, instantly froze the old patriarch's mind, and his gaze subconsciously followed the falling blade downwards.

With a tap of his feet, Suren, who was in mid-air, rose higher and higher, and grasped Alastor with both hands.

He compressed the immense magical power within his body into the blade of the Thunder Sword without reservation.

"Buzz"

The already shattered Alastor sword shattered into several pieces of varying sizes the moment it touched this terrifying magic!

However, these fragments did not scatter. The pure magic, like chains, pulled these fragments together and forcibly linked them together, piecing them together into a broken greatsword!

Suren swung the fragmented greatsword with both hands, and with the force of splitting a mountain, slammed the sword hard into the old patriarch's shield.

"Click-clack"

With just one sword strike, the once indestructible shield instantly developed visible cracks on its surface.

"What?!"

The old clan chief then realized as if he had been tricked.

The pipes behind it writhed wildly, desperately transferring all their energy into the shield.

But Suren didn't give it a chance to breathe. He stepped on the shield for leverage and his body soared into the air.

He wielded his shattered greatsword, hacking wildly at the shield, one strike after another.

【Death Sword Dance】!

The greatsword left countless afterimages in mid-air, the sword shadows crisscrossing and blurring the lines between reality and illusion.

"Click, click, click!"

Under such intense barrage of attacks, the shield finally let out a mournful cry and shattered into pieces.

At the same time, Alastor completed its final mission, exploding into dust.

A ruthless glint flashed in Suren's eyes. He gripped the remaining hilt of the sword with both hands and pushed it forward with a sudden thrust!

The remaining sword energy seemed to be dozens of sword shadows slashing down simultaneously, striking the old patriarch who had lost his shield.

"boom!!"

The old patriarch, like a meteor struck down, crashed to the ground and sank into the earth.

The earth trembled, and countless dust particles and pebbles shot into the sky.

Suren flashed forward, pulling out the Asura Blade stuck in the ground. With a few swift strokes, he severed the remaining tubes connecting the hospital bed.

The other end of the communication network.

Charlie practically pressed himself against the computer screen, staring wide-eyed at the countless purple lights and the final blow that slammed the ground into a giant crater.

"Dead—is he dead?"

Charlie swallowed hard, his voice trembling with excitement. "Chief, did you see that stab just now?! Its destructive power was far greater than that of those exorcists!"

"Keep your eyes on the screen, the battle may not be over yet."

Director Arthur placed his hands on the table and said in a deep voice, his tone equally filled with shock.

The villas on the surface of the manor have been damaged by the aftershocks of the battle, revealing the craters below.

The dust that filled the sky gradually dissipated.

At the bottom of the pit, the old patriarch was embedded in the ground, and the ground around him was covered with cracks.

The metal hospital bed beneath it had been reduced to a pile of scrap metal, and its emaciated body was covered with several slash marks, from which dark blood slowly seeped out.

Without energy supply, the healing speed of its wounds became extremely slow.

"Very good—Suren."

The old patriarch twisted his neck, the flame in his brain flickering slightly, "I knew I hadn't misjudged you."

Suren frowned slightly. How could he still speak in this state?

Is there going to be a second phase?

Without hesitation, he swayed and prepared to deliver the final blow.

Just as he rushed towards the pit

Suddenly, several heavy MRI machines appeared in mid-air and crashed down on him like meteorites.

Suren stumbled and jumped back.

At the same time, ripples appeared in the air behind him as that persistent Dayun truck, with its piercing horn, hurtled toward him once more.

He lightly touched the ground with his feet and leaped into the air to dodge.

"Has the attack method changed?"

Suren landed and looked around, only then realizing that something was wrong.

The broken pipes on the old patriarch's body had disappeared.

Even the wiring that was originally connected to the medical equipment has disappeared.

Its tattered body slowly floated up from the bottom of the pit.

Suren charged forward again with his sword, but the old patriarch nimbly dodged it.

Freed from the constraints of those pipes, it was like a wild dog set free, drifting back and forth in the sky.

Once freed from its restraints, it became even harder to kill.

Suren frowned. Having lost the flight ability granted by the Thunder Sword, he could now only rely on brief periods of airtime to attack.

The old patriarch only needed to slightly elevate his body to easily avoid it.

What's more troublesome is that the medical devices that the other side originally needed to be controlled by wires for attack can now be instantly materialized into a heavy instrument with just a wave of the old patriarch's hand, allowing for a pincer attack in conjunction with Da Yunlai.

The casting animation is completely gone.

The old patriarch floated in mid-air, flames flickering in his mind, without uttering a word.

It manipulated various machines to smash towards Suren, but after several attempts, it found that this level of attack was completely ineffective against him.

In addition, its own injuries were constantly deteriorating. If it hadn't temporarily used the hospital bed behind it to take the hit just now, it might have died long ago!

The thought of its damaged hospital bed caused it a pang of heartache.

If we keep dragging this out, we'll only end up hurting ourselves.

The old patriarch flew upwards, uttering harsh words as he did so.

"Just you wait, Suren. When we meet again, I will personally extract your soul and let you enjoy it properly."

Suren sheathed his sword, stood below, and watched the old patriarch fly higher and higher, sneering, "Don't wait until next time, come down first."

He was also somewhat helpless.

Although he doesn't have much magic left after all this fighting, he still has the strength to fight.

But since the opponent was flying in the sky, he had no way to use his strength.

All of my skills have been thoroughly studied by the other party.

As soon as he sheathed his sword, the opponent immediately flew far away, leaving his range of detection.

The other party couldn't do anything to him, and he couldn't keep them around either, which made him somewhat frustrated.

Just as Suren was watching the old patriarch drift away.

"boom!"

From the forest below, a pillar of orange-red fire shot into the sky, heading straight for the old patriarch in mid-air.

The pillar of fire came fiercely, but the old patriarch simply waved his hand, and a dump truck crashed down from above.

"Bang!"

The pillar of fire was instantly knocked back and crashed into the forest, startling a large flock of birds into flight.

Faintly, Suren could still hear the old patriarch's disdainful voice: "Where did this roadside come from?"

"——..——"

"Sir Suren, that might be Liz. Could you please bring her back with you?"

At that moment, a somewhat embarrassed voice suddenly came from the miniature camera on his chest.

Suren rubbed his temples. Was someone really going to travel a thousand miles to deliver their own death?

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