The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

"Oh."

Without retreating even a step, Ning Feng used the momentum to change his offensive, instantly drawing his blood sword and slashing!

Moreover, the longsword in his right hand did not stop, and he immediately launched a counterattack.

Clang clang clang!!!

A series of loud collisions rang out, and Cecilia easily withstood all of Ning Feng's attacks.

In terms of swordsmanship, they are not even on the same level.

Even with the analysis accelerated to its limit, Ning Feng could hardly find any flaws in his opponent's analysis.

The opponent's defenses were like an impenetrable fortress, impossible to breach.

They might not even be on the same dimension.

Ning Feng's swordsmanship is already excellent, but he is still exploring the threshold of becoming a legend.

The other party, however, had long surpassed that level and spent a long time searching for the threshold above it.

Ning Feng was not surprised by this outcome.

His eyes were calm yet mad; he was trying every possible method to attack.

Frontal attack, flank attack, sneak attack, sheep attack...

He tried whatever method was available, regardless of whether it would harm him.

Learn from the attacks, gain experience, and then quickly apply it to the next attack.

Cecilia did not comment on Ning Feng's act of using her as a target, and silently took defensive measures.

However, the disappointment in her eyes gradually increased.

Ning Feng noticed it, but didn't pay it any mind; he just kept a close eye on the other party's every move.

Including body movements, changes in the center of gravity when raising the arm, changes in the gaze... no detail is overlooked.

Learning, analyzing, absorbing...

Gradually, he began to see some possibilities.

The slightest possibility of attacking the opponent.

For Ning Feng now, if it's possible, then it exists!

!!!

With a surge of crimson light in his eyes, Ning Feng made a risky move.

He took a big step forward, almost touching Cecilia!

In the instant the left hand attacked, the right hand seized a fleeting opportunity with its legendary longsword and charged straight in!

Successfully accelerated the instant the lightsaber was deflected!

puncture!

Clang!

The sword tip stopped in front of Cecilia, as if striking metal, producing a piercing noise.

Cecilia's eyes finally flickered with a hint of emotion, but she quickly regained her composure.

If that's all there is to it...

not enough.

A golden aura erupted from his body, directly blasting Ning Feng away from him.

cough!

Dark blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. Ning Feng stuck out his tongue and licked it, his eyes turning even redder.

Faced with Ning Feng, who showed no fear whatsoever and even seemed more excited, Cecilia shook her head:

"You have no chance of winning."

Faced with Ning Feng's unresponsive charge, Cecilia once again gently swung her sword, unleashing a new sword light to block him.

Let him try it like that, once is enough.

She has already seen this clearly, and there is no need to look any further.

The sky was filled with flames that cut through the void, creating a huge chasm between the two.

"You know this very well, so why do you still do it?"

That seemingly unchanging voice carried a sense of bewilderment.

What do you gain by charging forward again and again?

Is it really just a way to vent your emotions?

Or are you trying something else?

Looking at Ning Feng, whose gaze was like a machine, constantly searching, she asked again:

Why did you draw your sword?

Faced with such a disparity in strength, don't you feel despair?

Are you just hoping I'll go easy on you?

Are you praying?

To place one's life on the pity of another?

If that's really the case, then it's truly pitiful.

The expectation in Cecilia's golden eyes gradually faded; she did not appreciate reckless venting.

They had tried it before, but the outcome was not pleasant.

Given the fate of the "Words of Judgment," others can imagine the same outcome.

They failed, utterly failed.

When faced with Cecilia's question, Ning Feng seemed to finally come to his senses.

The mechanical feeling in his body disappeared, he blinked, and smiled:

"I already said it, it's for the sake of fighting."

fighting!

fighting!

fighting!!!

"Didn't you want to see what's so special about me?"

The aura disappeared, but he became even more excited, even... insane!

"Okay, then take a good look."

And so, he charged forward once more, sword in hand!

……

……

Perhaps in some corner of the world, there really are aliens who can explode with anger as long as they get angry enough.

There are also villains who could have won simply by firing a shot, but ended up dying because they talked too much.

Existence is reasonable.

Ning Feng would not express envy or contempt for their existence.

But he knew very well that the person he was taking with him, at least that kind of person, wasn't himself.

In most cases, the gap in strength cannot be filled by something as intangible as "love and courage."

It is more realistic than your desires and will not accept compromise.

But for them, what is the outcome of each fearless charge?

It's about the body breaking apart time and time again.

It was a series of fruitless attempts.

It is an offensive that is constantly devised and then shattered.

That's it.

As for Cecilia's sudden change in temperament and her laying down her weapons, there was absolutely no indication of that.

He was met with only repeated failures.

But Ning Feng did not collapse in the face of this overwhelming power.

On the contrary, the fighting spirit burning in his eyes was even stronger than before.

The world of dreams shattered completely, leaving only endless space, like the void of night.

"Hahaha……"

Panting, Ning Feng floated in the void, breathing freely.

"The world of dreams is really convenient."

The illusion of power, the power that doesn't belong to oneself, is truly intoxicating.

Completely outmatched, Ning Feng's body shattered time and time again, but he only became more excited.

"...Do we want this farce to continue?"

With a slight frown, Cecilia looked at Ning Feng, who had finally stopped, and was somewhat confused about what he really wanted to do.

They could sense the other person's pain and exhaustion, and were also well aware that the other person must have some other ulterior motive.

More importantly, she could clearly sense the other person's will, which showed no signs of breaking.

Like a sharpened blade, it gleams with a ferocious, cold light.

"A farce? Ah, that certainly applies to you."