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Chapter 841 - 503: Afterthought

Chapter 841: Chapter 503: Afterthought

Li Changhe’s disadvantage lay in his mastery and level of Black Mud Divinity and the duration of his Extraordinary Soldier traits.

As for the Crying Hero, his disadvantages were a broken right hand, a missing left eye, and the lack of Sequential genes.

At this moment, Li Changhe, with the Jiuli Sequence’s Bronze Control, had completely obtained the ability to manipulate objects through the air.

This was an ability the Crying Hero had never mastered, so he used it as his killer move, forcing the Crying Hero to dodge or defend.

That was the only way, only by using unfamiliar abilities could he kill his opponent.

Hawk Eye Magic Eye, Bone Gate Summoning, Pressure Throne, Breath of Thunder... these abilities were already second nature to both of them. Countering them was easy.

And because each man’s ending differed, their abilities would also diverge at a certain point in time.

In a Great Tang where Li Changhe emerged victorious, he leveled up to LV10, acquired the Jiuli Sequence, and comprehended the general’s cloak.

In a Great Tang that fell, Li Changhe, as a slaughtering Evil God, ascended the Black King’s Throne, becoming the God of Hatred and Vengeance.

To kill an Extraordinary Soldier who knew one’s abilities and tactics inside out was sheer fantasy. Only by using unexpected moves could one triumph!

It wouldn’t take long, battles between two Extraordinary Soldiers often ended in the blink of an eye.

"Come, let me see how you will cope!" Li Changhe executed the Hundred-Headed Shooter·Starfall.

Forty-three bronze spears turned into shooting stars, piercing through the smoke and ash. If it were Li Changhe himself facing this kind of high-density, high-speed attack...

There would be just two methods to deal with it.

Use Shadow Step to move out of the attack range, or use Bone Gate Summoning for defense.

The former, Shadow Step, required a target unit for relocation. At this moment, there were only six black hawks around that could serve as mobile units. Only two of them were close enough to trigger Shadow Step. And Li Changhe was prepared to strike the two black hawks from above. Having acquired the Jiuli Sequence, even flying bronze spears could be intervened and redirected by Li Changhe. If he left the attack range and redirected the bronze spears to bomb the two black hawks...

As for the second plan, Bone Gate Summoning. According to official intelligence, the Crying Hero had used a black Bone Gate to defend against the Demigod’s attack. That must have been a Bone Gate Summoning enhanced with Black Mud Divinity. Such defense was terrifying. However, Black Mud Divinity was too domineering, and even Rare-grade equipment would be quickly corroded and destroyed. The Bone Gate’s Defense Force could only be strong momentarily.

As long as the Crying Hero dared to activate Bone Gate defense, he would be trapped. When his Bone Gate shattered, it would spell his doom.

This was Li Changhe’s tactical plan. They knew each other too well, to the extent that they could predict each other’s skills.

However, when dozens of bronze spears stabbed into the dust, there was no blast of air flow, no sound at all.

It was as if they had been swallowed by darkness; even Li Changhe’s Bronze Control could no longer feel the presence of the spears.

Could there be a third method of dealing with it? A technique from the Black Mud?

The next second, Li Changhe’s face twitched. He held the Mo Blade horizontally, and four pitch-black bronze spears shot out from the darkness. The first three were twisted by some force just before nearing Li Changhe. That was the Arrow-avoiding Protection!

But the fourth spear struck hard against the handle of the Mo Blade. The tremendous impact slapped the handle against Li Changhe’s armored chest, sending him staggering back. Immediately after, one after another, bronze spears whistled out from the dust clouds.

Li Changhe swallowed the blood surging up his throat as arcs of electricity erupted over him. Holding the sword horizontally in his left hand and the Mo Blade in his right, he launched an attack with both hands, swinging out a series of solemn blade lights that knocked down the oncoming spears.

He recognized them as the spears he had just created, which, at this moment, not only had lost control but were also being used by the opponent as weapons against him.

"This guy, he can counter the Starfall..." Li Changhe’s heart sank, and his hands moved rapidly to slash down one spear after another.

In his extraordinary soldier state, the trajectories of these bronze spears were calculated. They didn’t strike his body.

And each of these bronze spears was wrapped in the energy of Hundred-Headed Shooter and Black Mud Divinity, making every blow heavy and forceful.

Had it not been for the Killing Aura Surrounding Li Changhe that could ward off most of the damage, he would probably have been severely injured by now.

But even with all kinds of protection, Li Changhe still suffered a great loss.

The webbings of his hands had cracked, and his chest felt as though it was ablaze. All this was the price for defending against the Hundred-Headed Shooter.

This time, the assassination attempt actually put Li Changhe, who had attacked first, at a disadvantage.

As the dust and ash fell, the Crying Hero emerged from the smoke. The Black Mud surged under his feet, and bronze spears were situated within the Black Mud.

The control over Falling Stars had vanished the moment they touched the Black Mud.

Anything made of bronze that was infected by the Black Mud would become an extension of the Crying Hero’s power, turning into his ammunition for attack.

"Your ability to control objects is limited to forty-three. It should only work on certain metals... Thus, I shall seize your armory first," declared the Crying Hero, taking a step forward. The Black Mud at his feet surged like a tide, spreading ceaselessly as if it would extend to the entire Safe Zone and dye everything pitch-black...

Li Changhe knew what he was thinking!

The trait of the Black Mud Divinity was to grant divinity and absolute control. With this move, the Crying Hero intended to completely lock down Li Changhe’s Bronze Control.

Once the bronze within the ruins was covered in Black Mud, Li Changhe wouldn’t be able to use his Bronze Control on it anymore.

No wonder he was deemed a World Destruction Level catastrophe; an endless expanse of Black Mud would be a disaster to any living creature. During the [Battle of the Seven Kings], that king had used Black Mud to kill numerous mages.

Just how much more Black Mud does he have? How does he replenish it?

Li Changhe was rapidly calculating. With this vast amount of Black Mud, any long-range physical attacks were no longer a threat. By the time one got close, the Black Mud would have already infected the weapon.

Further long-range attacks on him would be like supplying him with ammunition.

The Immortal Cavalry? That wouldn’t work either; apart from Li Changhe, who possessed the [Will of Desperation], any creature that got close to the Black Mud would be driven mad by the malice it contained. Even the Tingdaros Hounds were very reluctant to touch the Black Mud. The Immortal Cavalry could also become infected, which would be a waste of energy.

Ah, ah. I thought that after obtaining the Jiuli Sequence, my strength had increased. But now I find myself completely restrained. Being so powerless... can actually be suffocatingly powerful.

The Sheepskin Paper storing the girl’s abilities had already been used, and the flesh and strength stored in the Sin Dragon Mo Blade were also depleted, with no time to replenish.

The biggest trump card, the Old Lead, was still colliding with the opponent’s Old Lead.

Only by gaining the upper hand in close combat could he prevail.

In that case, he could only use that one move.

Li Changhe sighed in his heart; it was a move the opponent would definitely not expect.

If he could help it, Li Changhe wouldn’t want to use it. He tossed the Mo Blade back into his backpack.

And from the backpack, he took out a white cloth-wrapped object the size of a palm... a mirror.