Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 674 - 141 Foreign Blade Saint_5

Chapter 674: Chapter 141 Foreign Blade Saint_5

The Green Party Clan’s Wind Chasing Sword Technique also had a practice called "Quiet Enlightenment Slash" during the course of developing telekinesis. Rodman had once stayed on a vine boat in the middle of Sanggan River, waiting for several days without eating or drinking for a huge wave to rush down from upstream. With the strength of a single slash, he split the massive wave into two halves, a grueling feat. This "wave-cutting" and the Gnome’s sword unsheathing technique share a common goal on principle — they both pursue the aim of a single deadly stroke.

The ultimate form of wave-cutting technique aims for the highest echelons of "using hand as a sword". Just as the Green Party Clan’s Blade Saint truly grasps the essence of this ultimate form of sword technique, the spring saw blade on his arm will automatically drop, forming a harmony of man and blade, stepping into the ultimate realm.

Rodman is still far from the ultimate realm, whether it is martial arts or magic. Practicing the highest state is very, very difficult. There’s no end to learning, even if it’s stepping into the ultimate realm.

Most accomplished people tend to realize how far they remain from their ultimate goal just as they achieve some height in their self-training. If the ultimate goal is compared to the moon, then they may feel at most like they’ve climbed atop a mountain to view the moon. Most people are still viewing from the base, some are climbing the tree for a better view. When they look back suddenly, they may realize that the historical heroes they once worshipped were simply viewing from a slightly higher spot on the mountain.

Humble people may not all be masters of the ultimate realm, but amongst the masters, none is not humble. This is also why the Mage Puskas of Saint Chiao, is amiable, while arrogant half-bottled types like Master Otigha are considered a nuisance.

Rodman took a different approach and opened up a whole new path to self-improvement. When he encounters an insurmountable bottleneck in his practice, he would try to integrate some other martial arts techniques. He has created a unique sword technique that best suits him, making the pursuit of higher goals less confusing and painful, and instead inspiring a joy of creation.

His choice was undoubtedly the right one. His tense career in combat provided him with the best stage to validate himself. His mentors and friends around him gave him numerous sparks of inspiration, starting from the original creation of the "Three Blades Technique", to the unsheathing of the sword inspired by swordsmanship today, this is a genius’s conception, the curvature of the Aurumbatria far exceeds the sword, is more tension, so after the mastery of the tips of the sword unsheathing that the Gnome is good at, the astounding pull out of the sword "backhand lift", devised by Fat Luo starts, with speed amplification of the power, fierceness without any respect, named by the Overlord himself as the "Lethal Slash".

In the face of the formidable "Lethal Slash", the only thing that the King of the Hill could do was subconsciously shrink his head. The giant axe and bone hammer in his hand left a big gap, swung with might cover his face, hoping to meet the two long knives that swept towards his throat and hold off disaster.

Although one of them was just an illusion without attack power, the King of the Hill had no idea which one was real and which was fake. At this moment, it could only be said to be resigned to fate. If the bone hammer ended up facing this sharp cleaver, anyone could guess the consequences.

Not sure if it was luck, but the King of the Hill guessed right. The real long knife that Rodman pulled out gave the enormous axe in the King’s hand an intimate kiss, while the illusionary long knife passed through without causing any trouble for this Dwarf King.

The most terrifying scene unfolded!

The King of the Hill’s enormous axe, seemingly like a door panel, was actually split almost in half by Rodman’s long knife. Along with a storm of sparks, the reaction force of the ax head heavily hit the chest of the King.

"What you deliver, you must receive!" Rodman immediately dropped the long knife stuck in the middle of the giant axe, swiftly pulled out two long knives under his waist, and slashed out the "Great Cross Slash" with the back of his hand, tearing two horrific gashes on the stomach of the King of the Hill, who was vomiting blood from being hit by the axe back. The King’s enormous body was spun in place by the double knives. Rodman’s final long knife was pulled out from under his waist and heavily jumped down and chopped.

The King of the Hill’s head made a sound of bone shattering, and a strand of grey hair was hacked and flew into mid-air.

Rodman swung his hands, the sparks danced, and the long knife was sheathed. The long knife coiled in his nostrils, and he blew out a ball of angry air, with a thick, flurry, green and opaque snot, like an arrow, held the Moorish cheater ten paces away and stabbed him onto a rock.

"What do I do?" Fat Luo pointed to his nose, stared at the Moorish Mage and scolded bitterly: "Old master is specifically watching you!"

Countless radiant auras flashed over him, and just as many evil auras pulsed on the bodies of the Moorish Army. Falling fire meteorites streaked the sky like shooting stars, unleashing bouts of fiery rain.

In the focal point center, Rodman gave a calm smile and tumbled into the icy Gibraltar River with a leap.

The remaining Dwarf King of the Hills, blood dripping from the corners of his eyes. He swung the Storm Hammer at Bimon with a roar, dealing a powerful blow. Gerein appeared in the sky, released the dense "Frost Star Rain", hammering away at the Pig-faced Bat Knights. There were a few desperate Cow-eagle People flying low, hurling their weapons at the prominent Mammoth Knife Saint.

Fat Luo in the air let out a series of strange cries, but couldn’t avoid this concentrated assault. He was hit directly in the face. The weapons that hit him rebounded in a strange way, including that Storm Hammer, which heavily hit the Dwarf King of the hills in the slender slit of his already bloody eye socket.

A chaotic magic long-range volley ensued!

On the surface of the Gibraltar River, a sausage-like nose poked above the water, fleeing straight to the other side of the river. Above this nose, countless magic auras were offering protection.

"What an impressive Holy Armor!" Liu Zhenhan gave a thumbs up to the little nun in appreciation. "A thorn aura that can reflect fifty percent of the attacking power! Even our Bimon War Song doesn’t have this ability! It only cools down quickly."

"Not me." The little nun, Joan of Arc blushed. The rapid series of events was too overwhelming. She didn’t think she could react so quickly.

Helen quietly made a V gesture at the side and smiled sweetly at Liu Zhenhan.

On the other side of the river, the Dwarf King of the Hill, who had been hit by Fat Luo three times, wobbled to his feet and let out a roar.

A heavy flame crossbow shot into his chest, making him scream miserably.

Yi stood lazily on the ring-shaped mountain of Flame Mountain Valley, cradling a heavy-duty crossbow in his glossy wingpits and striking a dashing figure, accentuated by two stunningly beautiful women by his side.

The Blood Elves of Moore were almost mad. When was this kind of long-range archery invented? Could it be the above-ground civilization had evolved to the point where even birds could shoot arrows now?

"This archery..." Nedved sniffed and said, "...powerful!"

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