Life Game In Other World
Chapter 806: Breaking Defense (Super Large - for Monthly Ticket)

Chapter 806: Chapter 806: Breaking Defense (Super Large Chapter for Monthly Ticket)

"Hmm?"

Bright slightly raised his eyebrows, a flicker of orange light flashing through his left eye, "Interesting. Your mark is not unique, but it’s just a futile effort."

Almost instantly, He Ao felt that he had almost lost the sensation of the new mark he had placed on Bright.

This was not his first time placing multiple marks on the same being. Previously, in the Main World, when dealing with the Angelic Tier 009-1, He Ao had used three marks at once to alter 009-1’s choices and ultimately killed 009-1.

However, because of this, the three marks had entered a three-month cooldown period. Super Memory had a total of five marks; currently, He Ao only had two marks left.

Now, he had placed both of these marks on Bright.

And just as he had guessed, although Bright again ’eliminated’ the power emitted by Super Memory, the power of the two marks formed a certain special overlap.

He could sense that he could activate both marks simultaneously, utilizing ’Ease Thought’ once. Of course, he could also use these two marks to attempt to continue ’monitoring’ Bright’s thinking.

But in that case, the two marks wouldn’t have sufficient power to support ’Ease Thought.’

He Ao abandoned the idea of activating the marks to eavesdrop on Bright’s thoughts; what the marks could hear was basically just surface thoughts.

Moreover, in fact, ’Listen’ could only be used once, because once Bright realized that He Ao could hear his surface thoughts, for an old cunning man like Bright, he would definitely use false surface thoughts to cover his real thoughts and might even set a trap for He Ao.

Therefore, ’Listen’ was useful, but it couldn’t determine the outcome of a battle at a critical moment.

However, without the enhancement of ’Listen,’ He Ao’s next use of Ease Thought had to rely purely on intuition.

He only had one chance.

But despite the tumultuous thoughts in his mind, He Ao’s face did not reveal any other expressions.

He sheathed the Knight’s Sword behind his back and grasped the golden greatsword in both hands, striking at Bright once again.

The size and weight of the Knight’s Sword and the golden greatsword were unbalanced. Hence, except in special conditions, the combat effectiveness of wielding both the sword and the greatsword was actually not as good as wielding just one weapon.

Bright didn’t seem to carry a long weapon; the golden greatsword was long enough to allow He Ao a certain degree of advantage in wielding a longer weapon.

"Overestimating your abilities."

As He Ao lifted the sword to strike again, Bright spread his arms and then suddenly clenched his fists.

Buzz—

His entire body, along with the long coat he wore, trembled for a moment, and a sharp, intense sonic boom filled the air. The roaring wind originated from his body, rippling out, brushing across He Ao’s cheeks, lifting strands of his hair.

He Ao didn’t pause in his steps, his deep eyes showing no fear; he swung the greatsword, the blade whirling overhead, spinning a massive arc of sword light, with the roaring sonic boom, slashing directly down towards Bright.

This slash carried a terrifying majesty and powerful speed, the sword light like a golden crescent moon, streaking across the sky.

This time, Bright didn’t block He Ao’s attack head-on; his body moved swiftly like a nimble fish, sidestepping to dodge the cut.

Boom—

Following a tremendous boom, the ground where Bright had been moments ago shattered violently, countless cracks spreading out, chunks of steel-reinforced concrete breaking and collapsing.

Without any hesitation, He Ao withdrew his sword and lifted it again, following Bright’s shadow and slashing sideways.

Bright quickly crouched down, evading the strike.

His movements were incredibly fast, so fast that they almost came without warning.

"Young lad,"

the Elderly’s lips curled into a smile, "In fighting, relying solely on brute force will not suffice."

He Ao swung his sword back, and the Elderly’s body leaned back as easily as if he were a light feather, dodging the blade.

Numerous scattered energy circuits reflected in the youth’s eyes.

Watching his smile grow stronger on his face, He Ao didn’t speak. Instead, he stepped forward, raised his sword with the blade pointing upward, and made a further lunge at the retreating Elderly.

The Elderly stepped back half a step sideways, evading the calculated sword-flick.

His body was as light as a feather, moving like a fish; each movement seemed to come without any preparation, suddenly made, like dust floating in the air. There were originally no signs of dodging, but as He Ao’s blade reached, it was blown away by the disturbed air, elusive and unfathomable.

But are there really people in this world as light as a feather?

If it were a power from Talent Sequences, it could indeed be possible, but apparently, Bright’s Talent Sequences seemed not to have such an ability.

And aside from special abilities, other methods might produce this effect.

Like intricate movements and techniques.

By controlling his muscles and the energy within his body, and by deceiving the enemy’s combat instincts, he achieved the purpose of "evasion."

When people are about to make certain movements, there is always a preparatory process. For instance, when lifting a leg to step forward, the muscles in that leg tighten, the heel lifts slightly, and the body subconsciously leans forward.

To another person, it would appear that he was about to walk forward.

Theoretically, when a person moves forward, the supporting point is the foot that is not lifted.

However, if a person shifts his weight to the lifted foot while making these slight movements, relying on the tip of the raised foot to support the body, and the foot that was not lifted slides back effortlessly, this cycle creates an effect where it looks like he is walking forward but is actually sliding backward.

The muscle changes observed by the onlooker are not actually the muscle changes supporting the mover’s actions.

Thus, he "deceived" the onlooker’s intuition.

The same is true in combat.

Bright’s movements were not made without any preparation; he merely used the exterior appearance of standing to cover up the mobilization of his own strength and muscles.

At the same time, his muscle control was extremely meticulous, making his entire body appear unusually flexible.

That is why he created the effect of a sudden evasion, as if blown away by the wind from a blade, right before it struck.

Unable to predict his real direction of movement and deceived by his feigned actions, the opponent could not truly hit him.

At the same time, his method of mobilizing strength was highly efficient in terms of energy use and significantly enhanced his speed.

Light as fluff and agile as a reindeer.

As the thought flashed through his mind, He Ao unsheathed his blade in a swirl, slashing horizontally in a return stroke. This time, his attack was once more evaded by the elderly man.

"Your butterfly’s power is diminishing quickly,"

Bright stood upright, gazing at He Ao with a smile, "You’re about to die."

He Ao did not respond but held the sword in one hand. The golden blade danced like a whirlwind, slicing through the air with a howling force, slashing horizontally towards Bright again.

In that instant, He Ao caught sight of the energy flowing within Bright’s body.

Here!

The next second, he stepped forward, his sharp blade thrusting forward swiftly, blocking Bright’s retreat.

Bright’s expression changed. It was too late to change his evasion direction. He quickly raised his left hand, the forearm hanging down, and placed his right hand on the back of the left hand. A flash of golden light streaked across his skin, blocking the golden great sword swung by He Ao.

Boom—

Accompanied by a booming sound, Bright’s entire body was blasted away like a cannonball, smashing through a building behind him and burying deep into it.

At that moment, a Dragon Cavalry Fighter rose from the gap between two buildings, its massive cannon aiming at He Ao.

He Ao glanced at the United Industries emblem hanging on the opposite skyscraper, then gripping the golden great sword, looked toward the hole created by Bright.

The several towering buildings nearby were owned by United Industries.

Without hesitation, he lifted the golden great sword, leaped upwards, and his entire body streaked across the sky like flowing light.

The golden light streaked across the energy tank of the Dragon Cavalry Fighter.

Boom—

With a loud explosion, a massive flame erupted in the sky.

Bright had just risen from the broken concrete when he saw a giant flame burst overhead, followed by a slash of golden brilliance cutting towards him.

"Kid, well done!"

This time he did not dodge but crossed his hands, forcefully catching He Ao’s long sword.

The sleeves covering his arms instantly shattered, revealing the skin beneath, glowing with a golden light.

Then his arms trembled in an attempt to push He Ao away.

At this moment, he was standing on the edge of the building, with tens of meters of open air below He Ao.

He Ao gripped the handle of the sword, and using the rebound force, performed a forward somersault, jumping into the hole created by the blast and landing behind Bright.

"Kid, you’ve got something."

Bright turned around, looking at He Ao, reached out and instantly tore his clothes apart, revealing his densely muscled chest, coiled like a dragon.

In an instant, Bright’s body, like flowing light, charged out and appeared in front of He Ao with a fist glowing with golden light. As He Ao was still unsteady, a swinging punch landed on He Ao’s cheek.

He Ao’s body was directly smashed and sent flying, breaking through several walls.

"Kid, these skyscrapers are quite suitable to serve as your graveyard."

Bright turned around, staring at He Ao with a raspy, calm voice.

"It’s still too early to declare a winner."

Staggering to his feet from the wreckage of the last wall, He Ao spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, carefully removed the scarf around his neck, and hung it on a piece of rebar next to him.

He stared at Bright, his mind frantically flashing back to Bright’s movement, which had been like a flash.

That was also an application of Bright’s special "movement technique."

This movement technique could be used not only for dodging but also for attacking.

"Kid, you are indeed clever, but you can’t even break through my defense, what gives you the right to talk about being premature?"

Bright raised his hand and walked step by step towards He Ao, "The smarter you act, the more I am determined to deal with you personally today."

"Being personally targeted by a ’strongman’ who always hides behind the scenes, I must be pretty lucky."

He Ao clenched the golden greatsword, smiling as he watched Bright.

The silent night swallowed all the surrounding sounds.

This building wasn’t occupied at night, and previously, only some sentries from the Eternal Secret Teachings were nearby.

"I suddenly don’t want you dead. I will collect your cold dishes, wait for you to turn into a Truth Monster after completing the task, then I will put your soul back into your body, slice off your flesh piece by piece, and let you repeat this agony forever in the Eternal Kingdom."

Bright looked at the young boy in front of him.

He was not actually a hot-tempered person, and he could control his emotions well. He knew He Ao was taunting him to drag him into close combat where He Ao excelled.

However, even with a good mindset, under such relentless taunting, a flame of anger still ignited in his heart.

Hearing his words, He Ao merely tilted his head slightly, his voice hoarse with a hint of a smile as he countered, "Are you upset?"

Boom—

The figure with graying hair disappeared like a trail of light in an instant, his body moving through the void with a thundering explosion.

Bang—

The golden sword light and the elderly man’s fist collided, countless fine patterns spreading across the walls next to them.

He Ao held the sword hilt with one hand and the back of the sword with the other, calmly staring at the elderly man, "The same move won’t work twice."

Fine cracks had already covered the golden blade.

Then, leaping up, he stepped on the broken half-wall next to him, his body and the golden greatsword spinning in the air, slashing toward Bright’s forehead.

Bright crossed his hands again to block the sword and was pushed back slightly by the force of He Ao’s blow, the floor beneath his feet cracking in layers.

Following that, He Ao landed, pulling back the golden greatsword, which crashed through the wall and sent shards flying.

These shards flew in the narrow space, some hitting He Ao, some hitting Bright.

The stones caused no damage to either of them, but He Ao, watching the shards bounce off Bright, noted the natural flow of golden light over Bright’s body, his face showing a hint of intrigue.

Without hesitation, he stepped forward onto the broken rebar and swept his sword towards Bright’s neck.

At that moment, Bright, standing in a corner, looked at He Ao, suddenly inhaled sharply, and golden light covered his neck.

The greatsword collided with the neck but did not penetrate the skin.

However, just then, Bright’s expression changed, looking down at his lower abdomen.

He Ao’s fist had already smashed into his stomach.

The next second, golden light covered his stomach, his body shuddering as he rebounded He Ao, who lacked a stable support point.

He looked down at his abdomen, where slight bruises were forming where He Ao had hit.

His ’defense’ was not really an all-over body defense, but rather it only protected the areas he selected.

He Ao calmly observed the scene.

When those shards had sprayed onto Bright earlier, he noted they did not trigger Bright’s special defense.

Each time that defense was activated, there was a noticeable glow, and the distorted patterns around Bright visible in his Spiritual Vision would tremble.

Glow could be faked, but the trembling of the distorted patterns could not.

Just now, when the pebble hit Bright, although it also triggered the golden flowing light, there was no trembling of any distorted pattern.

Of course, those pebbles themselves couldn’t breach Bright’s defenses.

However, this gave He Ao some inspiration.

So, he deliberately tried something.

Sure enough, Bright’s defense could only counter the areas he anticipated might be attacked.

At the same time, this also indirectly proved another point—his defensive power was not limitless.

Otherwise, he could simply cover his entire body instead of using such a method to increase efficiency.

After taking a punch from He Ao, Bright didn’t waste words and appeared in front of He Ao in an instant like a streak of light.

He Ao raised his golden sword, spun the blade, and swept it horizontally towards Bright.

But at that moment, Bright, who was charging towards He Ao, suddenly lifted his right leg and kicked at He Ao’s wrist, hooking it and slamming it against the nearby wall. At the same time, He Ao’s wrist flipped in the air and was stepped on by him.

Then, Bright leaped up and kicked the golden sword, sending it flying. Immediately after, he changed his stance and kicked He Ao to the other side.

"Kid, transforming intelligence into strength takes time."

Countless fine patterns flashed across his body as he stepped toward He Ao, "And time is exactly what you lack the most."

After smashing through several walls, He Ao staggered to his feet from the ground, clutching his chest, with blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

He glanced at the golden sword not far away, saw the fine cracks on it, and drew the knight’s sword from behind.

Then, without hesitation and regardless of his injuries, he charged at Bright with full force.

"Little madman."

Bright soared into the air and kicked at He Ao.

At that moment, He Ao suddenly flipped in mid-air, switching from offense to defense, positioning the knight’s sword in front of him.

Bright frowned slightly; he hadn’t expected He Ao to take his attack head-on, and it was too late to change his offensive move.

With a loud boom, He Ao’s body was once again sent flying.

He smashed through several walls and tumbled to the ground near the inserted golden sword. He reached out to draw the sword.

Bright didn’t waste words this time, leaped forward, and pursued He Ao.

He raised his hand, grasping towards He Ao’s neck.

Just then, He Ao abruptly pulled out the golden sword and slashed backward at Bright’s neck.

"Trivial tricks."

Bright reached out to block the sword.

With a bang—

The golden sword shattered violently,

In the next second, the pure white knight’s sword, appearing abruptly, pierced through his neck.

"This is..."

He stared blankly at He Ao who was staring intently at him.

"Sometimes, intelligence can indeed quickly transform into strength."

He Ao watched him calmly.

This was Bright’s movement technique.

"How is this possible!!!"

Bright furiously raised his hand, striking He Ao and sending him flying.

The fine patterns on his body staggered momentarily, breaking into scattered light, and then regathered.

He Ao, holding the knight’s sword, watched everything calmly.

He knew that the opponent’s shield was completely broken.