Saint Seiya: This Gemini is a bit of a pit

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Chapter 47: Magic Fist! Phoenix, come to the vortex quickly

"What is Phoenix Phantom Fist?"

When Jia Long mentioned the Phoenix Magic Fist, not only was Deathmask puzzled, but even Giroudti turned to look at Jia Long in confusion:

"This is not the Phoenix Phantom Demon Fist. This is the reward that Defteros gave me in advance. It is the 'illusion' of the Phantom Demon Emperor Fist.

If I succeed in helping him release Aspros, I will obtain 'Oboro', and only then can I fully master this legendary magic fist!"

"But the name you mentioned sounds nice. I won't learn anything like Long anyway.

From now on, this move will be called Phoenix Magic Fist!"

After saying that, Jiruti turned his gaze to Deathmask and said calmly:

"It's your turn now. Try the power of the Phantom...Phoenix Phantom Fist!"

"Uh~ I still..."

Deathmask's pupils shrank suddenly.

However, before he could refuse, Giroudti raised his finger towards him, pointing out a fleeting streak of light.

In an instant, Deathmask's eyes froze and his whole body seemed to have crashed.

Then his pupils shrank sharply, as if he saw countless ghosts rushing towards him, including flying head ghosts, knocking ghosts, and a large group of ghosts that could be regarded as the shadows of his childhood...

Red dancing shoes lady!

Deathmask's whole body suddenly stiffened and his legs began to tremble.

Then, the aunties threw him to the ground while dancing square dance.

"What did he see?"

Looking at Deathmask lying on the ground with his nose running with fear, Jia Long felt an inexplicable sense of horror. What a terrifying magic fist!

Hit the weak spot of the mind!

For someone like Deathmask, this move is an instant kill!

But what is even more terrifying is Giroud's punching speed.

too fast!

Shura and Deathmask didn't even have time to react. This overwhelming punch speed showed that he and Shura were fighters of completely different levels.

"Could it be that Jiruti has realized the seventh sense, Alaya consciousness?!"

Jia Long has only seen one of the Seven Senses Warriors so far... Albio. However, Albio is a star in the Holy Domain and one of the Four Silver Saint Guardians.

And Phoenix Gillette is just a Bronze Saint.

As expected, he is worthy of being Ikki’s master!

This is the only explanation Jia Long could give. After all, how could it be simple to teach a pervert like Yihui?

What's more, among the eighty-eight constellations, Phoenix is ​​the most demonic one. The phoenix is ​​called the phoenix in the East and the devil phoenix in the West!

In a flash, Shura and Deathmask were defeated one after another, and Jiruti really only used one finger.

Only Jia Long was left of the trio.

Giroud obviously had no intention of letting him go, showing that he treated everyone equally. He looked at Jaron and said:

"Your microcosm is much stronger than theirs. It is unique among people of your age. Even I, as well as the Altar, Lyra, and Giant King, are far inferior to you in this respect."

"But you still can't dodge my Phoenix Magic Fist!"

"Yes, I can't avoid it."

Jia Long admitted frankly: "I still understand the difference between light and sound."

"It's not the light, but something close to the light."

Jiruti corrected him: "The seventh sense is not as simple as you think. Although I have a strong obsession, I have not really reached the Alaya consciousness."

"Even at the sub-light speed of my sixth sense limit, I am no match for you, Senior."

Jia Long shook his head, changed the subject, and suddenly said:

"However, I still have some doubts about the actions of the Star Demon Palace..."

"What are you doubting?"

"I wonder how you, senior, can fight against the spatial power of the Divine Path. After all, I am also a fighter who is good at spatial abilities."

As he spoke, Jia Long stretched out his hands.

As the microcosm burned, a huge vortex of another dimension appeared, like a black hole, in front of Jiruti.

"As long as you can get out of the time and space turbulence safely, the three of us will immediately follow your instructions to find Teacher Albio!"

"The end of the space-time turbulence is the divine passage. Your level of alternate dimension can't hold me back for even a second."

Jia Long kept calling Giroud "senior", which really helped Giroud.

He decided to show his true strength.

A huge flame rose again under his feet, and in an instant, Jiruti flew into Jialong's extra-dimensional vortex like a firebird.

Instantly, the vortex of the other dimension was like igniting gunpowder, and the surrounding space was torn apart rapidly, and the fire of Nirvana filled with destructive power splashed out.

With a loud bang, the void shattered, and Jiruti stood in front of Jia Long safely.

"Do you have any doubts now?"

"goodbye!"

Jia Long picked up Shura and Deathmask and left without saying a word.

"?!"

Looking at Jia Long's hurriedly leaving back, Giroud always felt something was wrong.

"Why did this little guy suddenly become so cheerful?"

"I just showed a little bit of the Fire of Nirvana, and he left? I haven't even shown the Flame of Rebirth yet, which is my greatest reliance when facing the Seven Senses Warriors."

"Alas, young people are too impulsive. How can they be good undercover agents like this..."

……

When Jia Long and his two companions returned to the town, retrieved Oni's corpse and the fairy's sacred clothes, and found Albio and others, it was already 4 a.m.

Seeing Oni's body, Albio was silent for a long time, and everyone else was also sad.

In the end, Camus made an ice coffin for Oni.

In this way, even after crossing the South Atlantic Ocean, Oni's body would not decay, and it would be enough to support the return to the Sanctuary so that he could be given a proper funeral for a Saint Seiya.

After dealing with Oni's funeral, Albio asked the three about the mission.

At this time, Shura and Deathmask were still suffering from the aftereffects of the Phantom Demon Fist. One looked like a lost soul, and the other was trembling all over and having a running nose. Jia Long could only tell everyone about his experience along the way.

"Defteros?! He is the one behind the Dark Saint? The legendary ghost of Canon Island?"

"The goal of Deftros is to occupy the Demon Palace of Stars, open the God's Path, and revive Aspros?!"

"Could it be that our final enemy is the Gemini Gold Saint of the previous generation?!"

Everyone, including Albio, was shocked.

Compared with the appearance of the previous generation of Golden Saints, the final battle between good and evil that they had originally imagined was nothing.

For those living in the Sanctuary, the Gold Saints represent too many things.

In a sense, the Gold Saints are the basis for the Sanctuary to protect the earth, because they are the strongest fighters of mankind sitting in the Twelve Zodiac Signs!

However, now these strongest fighters of mankind have become the enemies that the expeditionary corps has to face.

For a moment, everyone found it hard to accept.

In the end, it was Arubio who stood up.

"More than 200 years ago, the two Gemini Gold Saints died in battle. What appears now is only their remaining obsessions, which are far less powerful than their real bodies.

With me and Phoenix Giroud, we can definitely handle it."

"What you need to do is still the same as before, which is to deal with the Dark Saint of the Star Demon Palace, so that I can break through the Nine Star Palaces as quickly as possible and support Jiruti!"

"Well, Saint Seiya will ultimately speak with his fists. It's getting late, let's get ready to set off!

Target——Star Demon Palace!! "

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 48 Opening! The Gate of the Star Demon Palace

“It’s going to be a terrible war.”

After Albio finished speaking, he looked at Mu on the side and said, "Mu, take out those spare equipment."

"Spare equipment?"

Just as the little fighters were surprised, they saw Mu pointing his finger at his forehead and using his telekinesis to open a door of space. In an instant, pieces of dark holy robes flew out.

"Dark Aries Cloth?"

"Dark Taurus?"

"Dark Crab?"

"dark……"

Except for those worn by Jia Long and the other three, the dark sacred garments belonging to the other twelve zodiac signs all appeared in front of everyone.

Shura, Deathmask and others were drooling at the sight.

"Originally these dark armors were only for backup, but now we have to rely on you to defeat the Dark Twelve. Put them on so that you can fight fairly."

Wow~

The young fighters all rushed towards the Dark Cloth. They had been jealous of Jia Long and his three companions for a long time.

"what?!"

The little fighters' eyes were all on the Dark Cloth, but some people's eyes were on the little fighters, such as Pavo Yura, whose cold eyes were firmly locked on...

Mu.

In other words, it was the spatial telekinesis displayed by Mu.

Mu has always been a telekinetic genius, perhaps it has something to do with his profession. In order to repair various holy garments, he has to master various telekinesis, including spatial telekinesis.

Among the young fighters, his spatial telekinesis is second only to Jar Long and Saga, and is roughly equivalent to another all-rounder Shaka.

That's why Yura targeted him.

Jia Long noticed Yura's gaze. Considering that a great battle was about to begin, he didn't want an enemy to be lurking behind him. So, Jia Long, contrary to his usual behavior, walked up to Mu and patted him on the shoulder with admiration.

"Mu, it turns out you have been hiding this from us. What a powerful space telekinesis! Compared to yours, my space telekinesis is nothing. You are the real space master!"

"?!"

Mu looked at Jia Long in surprise, not understanding why the other party suddenly said this.

What's not worth mentioning?

In the bread competition, you always beat me, okay?

Just when Mu was puzzled, he suddenly felt a chill on his back, and it seemed that someone's gaze turned unfriendly.

However, before he could turn around to check, Milo suddenly came over and put his arm around his shoulders:

"Galon is right! Mu, your space can actually store things. You must like to collect clothes, right?"

"Clothes? Holy clothes?"

Mulue thought for a moment and felt that Milo might have made a slip of the tongue, but he was always taciturn and did not speak up to point it out on Milo's behalf. Instead, he nodded slightly, indicating that he did like collecting all kinds of holy clothes.

Unexpectedly, when he nodded, he felt even colder behind him.