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Chapter 1218 Mishra steals Ashura's role

Ashura's heart tightened when he saw this. Ogas's strength was unfathomable. He was worried that Mishra would suffer, so he hurriedly tried to stop the impending conflict.

"Ogas, stop it! This is not fair, she..."

Before Asura could finish his words, he was interrupted by a rapid sound of metal clashing.

Mishra's reaction was much faster than Ashura had expected. Almost at the same time as Ogas moved, she was already waving the spear of light to meet him.

The spear of light seemed to come alive in her hand, flashing a dazzling light, especially at the tip of the spear, where a bright red color gradually spread. It was a symbol of the power of truth, echoing the power hidden in Ogas' body, but also completely different.

However, Ogas did not immediately use the power of his mantra, and even the legendary "Wu Ming Ghost Crying Knife" was still hanging quietly behind his back.

He chose to respond to Mishra's challenge in the purest way - with a divine body and a pair of iron fists.

This is absolute confidence in one's own strength.

He slightly turned sideways, avoiding Mishra's first attack with an agility that almost violated the laws of physics. At the same time, he clenched his right fist and hit Mishra's side with lightning speed.

Mishra reacted extremely quickly, the spear of light drew a graceful arc in the air, and the tail of the gun hit Ogas's fist heavily, making a loud "clang" sound.

The collision of the two forces caused circles of ripples visible to the naked eye, and the surrounding air seemed to be torn apart by this force.

However, this is just the beginning of the battle, the real contest has just begun.

"Dang-dang-dang-dang!!!"

Accompanied by a crisp sound of metal clashing.

Mishra's spear of light was like a dragon emerging from the sea, with a whistling sound, piercing straight into Ogas' chest.

Ogas used his divine body as a shield, and his fists rushed forward like a storm, colliding with Mishra's spear of light, splashing sparks.

The speed of both of them reached the extreme, as if they had turned into two lightning bolts, shuttling back and forth on the battlefield, and every confrontation was accompanied by a deafening noise.

Mishra's spear of light continued to tremble under Ogas' fist wind, and Ogas's transformed divine body also left traces under Mishra's fierce attack.

Ogas's movements seemed simple and direct, but they contained mysteries. Every attack he made was just right to resolve Mishra's offensive, while at the same time he counterattacked at the right time, keeping the rhythm of the battle firmly in his own hands.

Although Mishra was brave, the gap in his combat experience was clearly revealed at this moment.

She tried to make up for her lack of strength with speed and flexibility. Mishra's attacks were continuous like a violent storm. The spear of light changed in her hands in various ways, sometimes turning into a fierce stabbing, sometimes into a sweeping sweep. Every move and every style contained enough power to penetrate steel.

However, Ogas is like a dancing elf, always able to avoid these deadly attacks at an incredible angle and speed, and while dodging, he looks for opportunities to counterattack.

"Dang-dang-dang-dang!!!"

The sound of metal colliding was endless, and every confrontation was like the collision of two stars, stirring up dazzling sparks.

Although Mishra's attack was fierce, she gradually became powerless in front of Ogas. Every time she attacked, Ogas used a "strike and defend" method to neutralize it, and at the same time, he counterattacked her.

The so-called "attacking and dispelling at the same time" is a high skill in martial arts. It requires predicting and defusing the opponent's attack before it is fully exerted, while using the inertia of the opponent's force to counterattack and achieve the effect of killing two birds with one stone.

Ogas used this skill to the fullest. Not only was he flawless in defense, but he was also precise and ruthless in counterattacks. Every punch and kick landed perfectly on Mishra's defensive loopholes, forcing her to retreat repeatedly to adjust her posture.

Even though Mishra's strength and speed are above Ogas.

However, Ogas seemed to see through all her moves and could predict them every time and resolve her attacks with minimal action.

For a martial arts fanatic like Ogas who has been fighting for tens of thousands of years, he does not need to see any weapon or attack from the enemy. He can block it just by feeling, because all attacks are aimed at hitting. He only needs to prevent this result from happening.

Mishra leaped forward suddenly, and the spear of light flashed with dazzling light, like a meteor streaking through the night sky, piercing Ogas' chest.

However, Ogas seemed to have seen through her intentions. He slightly turned his body, not only avoiding the fatal blow, but also grabbing Mishra's gun-holding arm.

His movements were fluid and natural, as if he were performing a graceful dance rather than a life-and-death struggle.

Just as Mishrain leaned forward due to inertia, Ogas's other hand quietly reached out and gently placed on her shoulder.

This touch, seemingly gentle, actually contained a tremendous force, instantly breaking Mishra's balance. She screamed, her body spinning involuntarily, and the spear of light also broke free of control and flew to the side.

Ogas did not stop there. He took advantage of Mishra's spinning momentum and moved closer like a ghost. He clenched his right fist, gathered all his strength and wisdom, and punched Mishra at the moment he was about to land.

This punch not only resolved Mishra's offensive, but also broke through her defense, perfectly interpreting the essence of "attacking and defending at the same time".

Mishra only felt an indescribable force coming from her abdomen, as if an invisible torrent was hitting her internal organs, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

She managed to keep her body steady, her face was pale, and her eyes were flashing with shock and unwillingness.

"What's wrong? Isn't it okay?"

Ogas did not pursue the victory, but stood where he was, waiting for Mishra to adjust.

Mishra did not give up. She was no longer the little girl. Now Mishra had experienced countless life-and-death battles with the demons of karma, and had endured the emotions of tens of thousands of human souls.

The firmness of her will had long since transcended her body, and had surpassed the pain and impact brought by the body.

With a mortal body, he can stand shoulder to shoulder with the gods!

She raised her hand and the spear of light broke into pieces, turning into countless light particles dancing in the air.

These light particles were as agile and mysterious as elves. They intertwined, collided, and merged in the air, and finally regrouped into a shining gun in her hand.

This gun is brighter and sharper than the previous ones, as if it can cut through all darkness and restraints.

(End of this chapter)