In the Blade

Yinren Wu Zhao first looked at the long stick in his hand.

It knew very well where the long stick came from. It was a way to turn living people into weapons. It looked for people with strong wills, killed them on the spot, and made them into weapons. To put it in a rounded way, the carpenter was indeed dead, but he was also alive in his hands in another way.

Just like itself, it transferred its consciousness to the weapon, making the weapon, which was originally just ordinary iron, possess incredible power.

In its hands, the power of the long stick was still there. Yinren Wu Zhao could even feel the pain and sadness brought by the carpenter for hitting his best friend. However, the more pain the carpenter suffered, the harder his will would be, and the greater the power of the long stick would become.

Just like now, the dry heart that was picked on the long stick had been twisted into an axe blade, and the enemy's shoulder not far away had already bled.

So, the problem was here.

"What are you?"

Yinren Wu Zhao raised his head and looked at the wooden man not far away.

Although it asked this question, it had already noticed that the wooden man in front of it was exactly the same as the carpenter it killed, in terms of words, behavior, and stupidity. Obviously, the carpenter was just like it now, except that it controlled a living body attached to the fine steel hairpin, while the carpenter only controlled a wooden man.

The wooden man looked so clumsy and stupid, and just standing there was already funny.

But at this moment, Yin Ren Wu Zhao couldn't laugh at all.

The weapon in his hand was that of the carpenter, which it knew clearly, but the wooden man in front of him was also that of the carpenter, which it couldn't deny.

One person? How could it be split into two?

"Impossible, absolutely impossible..."

At this moment, Yin Ren Wu Zhao's mind was only a chaos.

In fact, with its intelligence and knowledge as a priest, it is easy to infer several possible situations - but no matter which situation or which hypothesis, it cannot admit it, and even dare not think about it.

After all, if it admits the existence of those hypotheses and the facts in front of it, then what is it attached to the fine steel hairpin now?

Is it really Wu Zhao of the Yin people? Is it really the priest at that time? Did it transfer its consciousness after the completion of the military solution, or just copy its own thoughts?

What is it?

Who is it?

"Have you finished thinking?"

Just when its thoughts were confused and its consciousness was blurred, a voice suddenly came from the front.

This made it raise its head.

In its sight was the opponent who was fighting with it. The enemy whose left arm was broken by it was standing there, watching it quietly.

Just watching it quietly, without any intention of taking action.

"Why not?"

Its brows knitted.

This is certainly not something that it cannot do. After all, this is an opponent who can fight it to an equal level. So just like before, it was able to take advantage of the opponent's distraction and smash the opponent's shoulder with a stick. It was distracted for so long that it was enough to be killed a thousand times.

But now, it is still standing well.

There is not even a scratch.

"What do you mean?"

Its face became more gloomy.

"What are you doing? What are you waiting for?"

"Waiting for you."

Du Chengfeng's face was normal.

"Wait until you are in better condition, and then continue to fight."

"Wait for me to be in better condition? Are you looking down on me!"

At this moment, what surged in its heart was unprecedented anger!

All along, it has always been the only one who let others go as a strong man, but this time, it was spared a life!

What a humiliation... What a shame!

"Are you insulting me? Insult me ​​in this way!"

"...How can you think so? I don't mean that at all."

Du Chengfeng shook his head and told the truth.

"Taking advantage of your distraction to attack you can indeed kill you, but we can't enjoy it with that kind of fighting style."

"...Enjoy it?"

It thought it had heard something wrong.

This is a life-and-death fight. If you are careless, you will die on the spot. This monster called Du Chengfeng is still thinking about having fun?

Is this really a way of thinking that humans can have?

Well, even if both of them can no longer be counted as humans, even if they are no longer humans, this idea, this way of thinking, is a bit too much...

"What else? Do you think I will be very angry and then beat you to death in the fastest way?"

Du Chengfeng scratched his head.

"Although it is indeed possible to do that, don't you think that this kind of thing is a waste?"

At this point, Du Chengfeng raised his head and looked into the eyes of Yin Ren Wu Zhao.

The eyes are the windows to the soul.

At this moment, they both clearly sensed each other's thoughts.

"Although I don't know why you are upset, but that kind of thing is unnecessary, right? At least not now."

Du Chengfeng spoke again.

"Since the fight has already started, just enjoy it. After all, with our level, it is not easy to find an opponent who is equal to us... Speaking of which, I have to say sorry. After all, this body may not be suitable for you, and may not be able to exert your full strength. Fighting you in this state, even if I win, it is somewhat unfair."

As he spoke, Du Chengfeng straightened his almost broken left shoulder.

"Of course, now that my left hand is broken and I am not in my prime, the fight will be fairer."

"You..."

Yinren Wu Zhao could not say a word.

Originally, it had seen quite a few warriors, and it itself was a warrior among warriors, but now, the monster named Du Chengfeng in front of it, even though it had a human appearance, was thousands of times crazier than any warrior it had ever seen!

However, are those so-called memories of it really its memories?

Is it really it?

"It's not important."

Facing Du Chengfeng's gaze, Yinren Wuzhao also laughed.

Yes, it's not important. These things are not that important. At least it is enjoying this battle and fighting now.

That's enough.

"You know? This stick was originally prepared for you."

Taking a deep breath, Yinren Wuzhao picked up the long stick again.

"When I kill you, you will become my sharpest spear."

"If you can do it, then come."

Pulling open his sleeves and hanging his left hand in front of his chest, Du Chengfeng went up with one hand.

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