Chapter 1868: Chapter 1862: Instrument Seedbed (18)

What is this, white-hot knight?

Fu Qian confirmed one hundred percent that there was nothing in that spot just now.

The suddenly appearing attacker felt as if it had walked through an invisible curtain from some inconceivable time-space.

And although different from Lord Prison Angel Commander’s Instant Thousand Strikes in a less absurd mechanism, this light-speed Five Consecutive Stabs is still terrifying.

Not only is the speed fast, but the power is also exaggerated.

In Fu Qian’s judgment, if not for realizing the oddity and immediately initiating Blood Conquest, even the Fake God Body would likely not withstand it.

The evidence is that even with timely evasion, there’s still a wound left on the chest.

It’s devoid of any flashy special effects, just pure destructive power.

The degree is so exaggerated that it almost penetrates beyond the external flesh, seeping into the core self.

The consequence is that even the healing speed of the wound is somewhat affected.

The reason for being so astonishing is straightforward; the opponent doesn’t seem to lose ground in terms of ranking.

Indeed, accompanied by the Five Consecutive Stabs figure, is an unmistakable pressure.

This precisely appearing suspect Second Knight can almost certainly be confirmed to be the same Second Phase as oneself.

This mission is quite thrilling.

In reflection, Fu Qian carefully observed this high-level Extraordinary.

Taller than the incarnation of Brilliant Tyrant, with an overly slender body that makes the limbs especially long.

And longer is the sword in the hand.

Grasped in the left hand, the great sword almost as tall as a person, pure white not just transcending brightness, carries an unreal feel.

The previous Five Consecutive Stabs were made by it.

Apart from that, the whole body of the comer shares this similar appearance.

Despite the special proportions, an entirely dignified body encased in a layer of silver-white armor.

Different from typical armor style, although metallic, it gives a texture like silk, with stunningly exquisite designs, looking more like a gown than war armor.

Even the head has no place for eyes.

Overall, the appearance is much better than the previous Plague Knight.

Just not very talkative.

After losing the target with one strike, this one didn’t stay and shout but moved like a ghost, slashing continuously around with almost difficult-to-capture movements.

...

The target is not oneself.

An unmoving Fu Qian completely affirms this point, even presumably guessing what the opponent intends to do.

Crisscrossing, the already exaggeratedly long sword, along with the white seemingly emerging from it, used just five swords to cut through all directions.

And after doing all this, abruptly stopping as if without inertia, the white-hot knight posed almost like a salute, with the great sword again aiming here.

Still unseen but seemingly immobilized.

Calmly watching the opponent’s actions, Fu Qian recovers the chest wound and silently reflects.

Though not tried, Fu Qian is quite confident that where the great sword slashed, a shield is already established.

The previous action wasn’t venting frustration from losing a target but devising a way to trap oneself hiding.

Contrasting with the previous colleague, the white-hot knight stands out for being ruthless and reticent, seemingly transformed into a pure killing machine.

Each sword seemed to cause time-space misalignment-like changes.

So at this moment, perception is limited to a square space, intersected by the giant planes cut by those five swords.

This white-hot knight seems indeed lacking cross-dimensional strike ability, but not without responses, directly using this method to draw a prison, trapping oneself here.

A prison that even in Blood Conquest state, oneself would be restrained.

And the only apparent way to leave is to deal with him first.

What if one doesn’t leave; will he execute a millimeter-level cut in this space?

And if so, what then would the consequences be.

Of course, the rectangular prism has six faces, the only unsealed part now is below.

But don’t forget, the mission is to find someone.

As the last layer of prison, unless Virgin Lania dug a tunnel hiding further down, running there seems pointless.

An interesting technique, truly fortunate.

Surveying the situation, knowing the opponent cannot see oneself, Fu Qian slightly bows in return.

And next moment, simultaneously lifted Blood Conquest.

Just as expected.

Almost instantaneously, there was the white Five Consecutive; the opponent indeed has no desire to communicate.

Luckily Fu Qian had no expectations; simultaneously a punch was fired.

The opponent may be tall with long legs and unparalleled swordsmanship, but this ordinary punch also has no eyes, please savor.

Additionally, though everyone follows a physical attack path, Fu Qian has never lagged behind concerning the blood bar.

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Thud—

The feeling was relatively special.

The white-hot knight seemed visibly nimble, relentless in attack while instinctively evading.

Regrettably, for his opponent, this response was insufficiently sincere.

The chest directly opened wide, Fu Qian’s punch piercing through that ornate thin armor, and the body beneath.

Glimmering.

This was Fu Qian’s immediate sensation.

The armor is not merely a shell; truly someone resides within.

Except this white-hot knight’s body already felt beyond usual flesh structure.

Although palpable skin and bones differ fundamentally from metal and stone, the basic components already seemed transformed.

As if the structure remains but each cell became crystalline sand.

Indeed remarkable, alas the feel only experienced for a fleeting moment.

The body penetrated by that punch, the white-hot knight’s speed quick enough, offering no Visceral Critical Strike chance.

Leaving a terrifying wound on Fu Qian’s upper body, decisively forsaking continued pursuit, forcefully sweeping backs.

Showing even with merely combat instincts, avoiding such mutual damage is still strived.

No matter, refrain from pursuing me is acceptable.

The fist not completely withdrawn, the next moment hundreds of tendrils erupted from Fu Qian, surfaces adorned with sharp backward-facing fangs.

With Dimensional Poison’s augmentation, every space corner drowned.

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