N-A-A Chapter 542 Fierce Battle, 1 Against 5 (12)
Chapter 542 Fierce Battle, 1 Against 5 (12)
A new round of fighting has begun, with Araki Ichito fighting two opponents at once, displaying a remarkably fierce fighting style.
It's just trading injury for injury, a desperate gamble, like anyone can do that.
pound--!
The spear pierced his body, the blade smashed his arm, and arcs of electricity and invisible shockwaves spread out instantly.
"Hehe... Now, we're on the same page."
Araki Ichito pointed at the two severed arms on the floating house and chuckled.
Xiao's figure arrived through the air, and Pu Yuan, like a surging blue rainbow, struck directly at the back of the head.
Without warning, Araki Ichito turned his head to the side, narrowly avoiding the spearhead.
hum! !
Just as it brushed against Arata Ichito's face, He Puyuan suddenly spun at high speed like a tornado, the powerful friction was just like a real hurricane!
laugh!
The sound of flesh and blood tearing apart rang out, and a gentle breeze stirred the blood-red sky, a scene of magnificent absurdity.
Araki Ichito rolled on the ground and then knelt down.
The skin and part of the flesh on his right cheek were completely torn off, revealing a festering wound. His right ear was also gone, and blood trickled down his chin like a thin stream.
But at the same time, his aura became even more ferocious, his scarlet pupils contracted to needles, and he suddenly appeared in front of Xiao in the next second.
Xiao raised his spear to counterattack, and Pu Yuan pierced through the air.
However, the dark figure in front of him seemed like an illusion, disappearing as soon as the spear pierced through.
Did it miss?
Xiao turned around abruptly, but a battle blade flashing with golden light was already slashing down on his head!
boom! !
The sword's edge tore through the earth, cracks sprang forth wildly, mud and sand poured in like a tidal wave, and dust billowed into the sky like a giant dragon turning over, shooting straight into the heavens.
Xiao was slashed to the ground on the spot, his fate unknown.
Sizzle! Sizzle!
Amidst the raging crackling of electricity, Fusha rapidly approached Arataki Ichidou, only to be met by a sword beam slashing down upon him.
The long spear in Fushe's hand surged with lightning, which then enveloped his entire body, as if a purple comet wrapped in flowing light and lightning was about to strike.
The sword's edge was instantly shattered into pieces, but Fu She's momentum remained undiminished.
With a loud bang, Arataki Ichito was violently struck by the comet and sent flying into the distance with it.
Amidst the earth-shattering explosion, the black figure rose once more and, as always, threw a punch.
Fushe coughed up blood from his mouth and nose, his arms dangling over his back, and he swayed precariously.
Araki Ichito stood there, panting heavily. The wound on his right cheek was scalded by the electric arc, making it look even more terrifying and grotesque.
Without uttering a word, he started running again, bringing with him an almost suffocating sense of despair.
His approach brought a scorching heatwave, and the magma that burned everything coalesced between his fists.
He stomped his foot, raised his arm, and threw a punch—all in one fluid motion!
Big fire!!
The raging magma fist rose higher and higher, transforming into a giant magma fist as bright as the sun, rushing towards Fushe with overwhelming force.
"Ow!"
The melodious dragon roar swept through like a hurricane, and the wind dragon charged forward recklessly, opening its mouth and pouncing fiercely.
The next second, the two collided with a deafening roar, like meteors hitting the earth.
With a deafening roar, the crimson and dark green auras clashed, evenly matched. The aftershocks of the battle radiated like a storm over a radius of thousands of meters, causing the ground to collapse and plunging, and exploding into dozens of giant pillars of dust.
The lava dissipated, the gale receded, and Araragi Ichito's white hair flew wildly behind his head, his eyes flashing with an evil light.
If it were Xiao at his peak, his attacks would have absolutely no chance of gaining the upper hand.
but……
"You're already exhausted and battered, do you think you can stop me?!"
With a roar, the magma suddenly erupted and surged forward, like a tsunami or a landslide!
The scales of victory were completely overturned, the wind dragon howled and shattered inch by inch, and the crimson of destruction took over everything!
"Die!!"
Xiao's dark face remained calm as he stared indifferently at the giant magma fist that was gradually approaching him.
Suddenly, a tall, four-armed figure appeared face to face, its broad back roaring like thunder, blocking all danger behind it.
The next second, lava engulfed them.
"Sigh, really, I've become somewhat immune to it. So, Ah Xiao, you're going to unleash your full power again, aren't you?"
Araki Ichito covered his forehead, looking slightly helpless, with the Akakoshi-zukuri pestle stuck at his feet.
As if to confirm his words, a huge, dark green cloud of wind rose rapidly from the sea of magma and finally exploded violently.
The raging winds radiated outwards, stirring up lava that filled the sky, turning the horizon a blood-red apocalypse.
The lava fell from the sky and split into two sides just before hitting Arata Ichito, splashing onto the ground three meters away from him.
Araki Ichito crossed his arms and stared intently into the distance.
At the heart of the surging magma lay a hollow zone, and the pungent smell of sulfur and toxic volcanic ash permeated the entire battlefield.
Xiao knelt on the ground, holding onto the He Pu Yuan stuck in the ground with both hands to keep from falling.
He was covered in blood and wounds, with festering wounds on his cheeks from which flesh and blood kept falling off, making a sizzling sound like corrosion as they hit the ground.
And what about Fushe?
He still stood in front of Xiao, upright and indomitable.
His two broken arms had been completely burned away by the lava, and his body was covered with large areas of burns. His flesh and blood had been corroded away by the lava, and his internal organs and bare bones were visible.
Xiao lowered his head, blood already flowing all over the ground, but his aura grew increasingly dangerous.
It's like a bloodthirsty beast with nowhere else to turn, left only to fight to the death.
"Hey, Fushe, aren't you tired? In real life, are you also acting as a babysitter for these people?"
Araki Ichito walked slowly, sword in hand, his eyes filled with helplessness. Lava parted beneath his feet, revealing a crimson road.
As he walked, he calmly watched Xiao, who was still kneeling on the ground, and couldn't help but shout.
"Hey, Xiao, it's time to end those days of cowering in your big brother's arms. He's completely lost his fighting ability now, so get out here and fight!"
"Or..."
His voice suddenly turned cold, "Watch me kill him first, then watch your own head be chopped off, how about that?"
Upon hearing this, Xiao's fingers trembled almost imperceptibly. Then, he stiffly raised his head, his emotionless gaze showing a slight fluctuation, as if he wanted to get some answers from the figure in front of him.
Anything is fine, as long as... you open your mouth.
Unfortunately, during the protection he had just received, Fushe was already seriously injured and unconscious, so he couldn't possibly speak.
"So fussy and indecisive, really..."
Araki Ichito spat, then lifted the Akakoshi-zukuri (red horn stone) pestle with one hand.
"Then let me... lend you a hand!!"
hum! !
A brilliant crimson-gold sword light rose from the ground, charging forward like a high-speed icebreaker, and instantly reached the two of them.
An explosion erupted before his eyes, and as he watched the billowing black smoke, Araki Ichito smiled with satisfaction. "That's more like it."
As the thick smoke dissipated, the figure of the demon was revealed.
He held the Hepu kite in his hand, his gaze was cold, and his thin body firmly protected Fushe behind him.
As the spear flipped, its tip pointed directly at Arataki Ichito.
I'm going to... kill you!
Upon hearing such a human-like line, Arataki Ichito was visibly taken aback for a moment, then he tapped his head and chuckled.
"Ah...yes, yes...it's somewhat understandable, after all, historically you all fought amongst yourselves. Now, I'm the one doing the work, but..."
He stroked his chin. "We're still one short of the target number."
With a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air, the gleam of a gun suddenly appeared before our eyes!
boom!