Chapter 211 No Pain
However, in this fierce collision, Ling Tian's sword energy showed overwhelming advantage and instantly offset the masked man's sand thorns.
The masked man did not slow down after seeing this, but became even crazier. His eyes became even redder, as if he had lost his mind.
He roared, and the sound seemed to be able to shatter a person's soul.
"what!"
The masked man screamed crazily, his voice filled with endless anger and despair. His facial muscles trembled violently, his teeth clenched and his eyes were bloodshot, as if they were about to bleed.
In his hands, the sand gathered frantically again and condensed into a spear at a speed visible to the naked eye.
This spear was thicker and sharper than the previous Sand Thorn, and the tip of the spear flashed a chilling cold light. The masked man held the spear tightly, and the veins on his arm bulged, as if he wanted to embed the spear into his body.
Like a wild beast out of control, the masked man rushed towards Ling Tian recklessly. His footsteps were heavy and rapid, leaving deep footprints on the ground with every step.
His body leaned forward slightly, as if he wanted to put all his strength into this charge. The wind whistled behind him, blowing up the corners of his clothes, making him look even more crazy and determined.
When Ling Tian saw this, a hint of solemnity flashed across his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination.
He knew that retreat was impossible at this moment, and the only option was to fight. "Come on!" Ling Tian shouted, holding the hilt tightly with both hands, the power in his body continuously flowing into the sword, and he used his sword skills to fight the masked man.
“Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!”
The sword and the spear kept colliding, making a series of crisp sounds. Every collision splashed countless sparks, like gorgeous fireworks blooming in the night sky.
Ling Tian's swordsmanship was sharp and exquisite, his sword stabbed, chopped, and swept like a storm. Each attack was powerful and at a precise angle, trying to break through the masked man's defense.
The masked man's spear was like a violent dragon, flying up and down, blocking left and right, not giving Ling Tian any chance to breathe.
"Watch out for the sword!" Ling Tian roared, and the sword's force was as powerful as thunder, piercing the masked man's throat.
The masked man dodged to the side, and the spear swept across, hitting Ling Tian's waist. Ling Tian quickly jumped away, and the sword danced in front of him, blocking the masked man's attack.
"Hmph, is this all you've got?" the masked man sneered, attacking even more fiercely with the spear in his hand.
Ling Tian remained unmoved, concentrating on dealing with every attack from the masked man. His breathing became increasingly rapid, but his eyes became more determined.
"Take it!" Ling Tian shouted, and the sword's momentum changed from offense to defense, skillfully resolving the masked man's series of powerful attacks.
The sound of swords and spears clashing echoed across the battlefield. The two figures intertwined in sparks and light, and the battle entered a white-hot stage.
Ling Tian's swordsmanship is sharp and exquisite, and each move contains powerful power and skill.
His sword seemed to have life, agile and deadly. Ling Tian's sword was as fast as lightning, and every swing of the sword brought a sharp sound of wind. The sharp whistling sound made by the sword as it cut through the air was frightening.
Each of his movements was smooth and natural, like flowing clouds and water, without any delay or hesitation.
Ling Tian, who had changed his sword skills, continued to suppress the masked man in the battle.
His sword moves were like endless waves, one after another, leaving the masked man no chance to breathe.
Each attack was aimed precisely at the masked man's weakness, making it difficult for the masked man to cope with it. Ling Tian's power seemed to be endless, and each sword carried a powerful force, making it difficult for the masked man to resist.
Sword marks kept appearing on the masked man's body, some deep, some shallow, crisscrossing each other. Blood instantly stained his clothes red, like blooming blood flowers, shocking to the eye.
There was almost no intact place on his body. Blood gushed out from the wounds, flowing down his body and dripping onto the ground, forming pools of blood.
However, the masked man seemed to feel no pain at all and continued to attack Ling Tian. He seemed to have fallen into a state of madness, with only fighting and killing in his eyes.
The masked man roared, his voice like a wounded beast, full of pain and anger. His eyes were red and bloodshot, revealing a desperate madness and determination.
Completely ignoring the injuries on his body, the masked man waved his weapon again and again and pounced on Ling Tian.
His movements had lost their original rules and became chaotic, but they were filled with a fearless spirit. He used up all his strength in every attack, as if he wanted to put Ling Tian to death.
Ling Tian was secretly surprised. He didn't expect that the masked man could still fight so tenaciously even though he was so seriously injured.
But his hands did not slow down at all, because he knew that in this life-and-death battle, if he relaxed even a little, the opponent might take advantage of him and put him in danger.
Soon, after a fierce and cruel competition, the masked man looked particularly miserable.
His entire body had turned red, and that bright red was no longer a symbol of his mystery, but a portrayal of blood. His clothes had long been soaked in blood, sticking tightly to his body, and every inch of his skin seemed to be telling of the brutality of the battle.
However, the masked man still did not give up attacking Ling Tian. Although his movements became slow due to his injuries, his crazy energy did not diminish at all.
Each attack seemed like his last struggle, with a reckless determination. His eyes were still fierce, as if he wanted to devour Ling Tian alive.
While blocking the masked man's attack, Ling Tian was thinking about how to deal with this troublesome guy.
The masked man's attacks were chaotic, but continuous, forcing Ling Tian to concentrate on dealing with them. Sweat gradually seeped out of his forehead, slid down his cheeks, and dripped onto the ground.
After the competition just now, Ling Tian roughly guessed that this masked man should be a killing machine created by the World Government.
Rumors about the mysterious and terrifying research of the World Government and their crazy actions of using any means necessary to achieve their goals quickly flashed through his mind.
It should be something like a killing machine without any feelings.
The more Ling Tian thought about it, the more he felt it was possible, because a normal person would have lost their ability to fight long ago, or even fallen into a coma, after suffering such serious injuries.
But this masked man seemed to feel no pain, no fatigue, and just kept attacking.
Otherwise, the injuries on the masked man's body would have made him unable to move.
With wounds so deep that the bones could be seen and blood constantly flowing, it would be impossible for any normal person to maintain such fighting will and strength.
