Chapter 986: Knocking on the Heart to Relieve Depression
Facing the siege of two people, Zhao Zhenye defended himself very firmly, and every move and every style was just right.
Even when he was fighting one against two, he could rely on his mastered moves and techniques to block and break every move from the opponent, and even find a chance to counterattack.
There was a white halo around him, which was a force field that appeared after the Great Sky Style was connected. But at this moment, it was tightly condensed half an foot away from his body, appearing extremely solid and heavy, which caused the close attack to slow down.
Mr. Zhuan also mastered several styles of the Great Blue Sky Style, and the corresponding Great Bright Light Style. When the two sides were close to each other, the force fields dissipated and collided with each other, so a swirling tornado gradually formed around the two people, swaying straight into the sky, with light flickering inside.
Soon their battle was no longer limited to the island, but spread to the surrounding sea areas, causing a large amount of sea water to be drawn in, swirling around the three people, and from time to time being torn into countless water droplets, which sprinkled out like a rainstorm.
Mr. Masked said through telepathic communication: "Old Zhuan, this guy has a very solid foundation, a solid defense, and a very skilled technique. If we keep fighting like this, I'm afraid we won't get any results in a day."
Mr. Zhuan said, "Then use that thing."
"Use it now? Isn't it a little too early? I feel like this guy might have a backup plan. How about we wait a little longer? Let's drain his energy a little more. He's definitely afraid we might have reinforcements, so he might take the initiative to break the situation. Then we can try to counter him. How about that?"
Mr. Zhuan did not answer, obviously agreeing with his suggestion.
Then, they seized the opportunity and launched several combined attacks, but the results were unsatisfactory. Zhao Zhenye was on high alert and would immediately distance himself from them at the slightest sign of a move. Having already launched an attack once, it was difficult for them to launch another such attack in a short period of time, so they continued to maintain the current situation.
Zhao Zhenye was neither hurried nor slow, and did not seem to be in a hurry to defeat them.
For a moment, the situation was at a stalemate, and the three seemed to be waiting for something.
After a long time, the mudflats on one side of the island could no longer be seen due to the collision of the three people.
Compared to before, the three of them didn't seem to have any obvious exhaustion, nor did they show any signs of a decrease in combat effectiveness. It even seemed that the noise and destructive power caused by the collision were greater than before.
But in reality, this is not the case, because they need to maintain a high-intensity state at all times, which actually consumes a lot of energy for both parties. The actual physical strength may be less than half of the initial level.
It's just that the three of them can regulate all the internal forces very well so that they can always maintain a certain intensity. However, this approach comes at the cost of doubling the consumption. The later it gets, the heavier the burden borne by the alienated organization.
This is a test of strength and resilience under the premise that the moves cannot break the situation. In this case, any slight shortcomings and flaws will be magnified doubly.
Mr. Zhuan used mental communication to say, "Almost."
Mr. Mask did not refute this time. If they continued to fight like this, they could not guarantee that there would be no problems.
So he used his consciousness to move the box they had brought with them, and it shook a little. The box suddenly opened, and a stone pillar rolled out from it. There were scriptures and Zen books engraved on it. After it came out, it suddenly vibrated and made a buzzing sound.
Zhao Zhenye had been keeping an eye on the box, but he knew that the two men had brought it here and left it aside, so they were definitely not afraid that he would destroy it. Unsure, he tried to stay away from it. But the moment he saw this thing, his expression changed slightly, and he immediately retreated far away.
Mr. Zhuan was well prepared and immediately stepped forward to intensify the attack. Mr. Mask also cooperated and blocked his retreat.
In an instant, the two sides exchanged more than ten moves. Although they expended more physical energy, they finally managed to hold him back.
At this moment, the voice finally caught up with the three of them and passed by where they were.
The three men seemed to pause for a moment and then continued to fight, but unlike the previous fights, their movements seemed to have slowed down. Sometimes they forgot to dodge, but sometimes they clearly hit their opponents, but there was not much power in their fists, and the spiritual fire could not be stimulated. At most, they could only push people out.
This thing is called "Kousindun", an instrument of the old Zen Buddhism. According to the evaluation of the new era, it is at least at the level of a third-level relic. This thing can make sounds by itself, and people who hear it will immediately forget something.
It could be a skill you've learned before, or something you already possess. Although it will only produce this effect temporarily, if you don't properly adjust and stabilize your mind, it will remain in your memory and continue to affect you.
This sound affected everyone, regardless of friend or foe, so all three people present were struck simultaneously. However, Mr. Zhuan and Mr. Mask had undergone repeated training beforehand and had developed a certain resistance to it, which was their advantage.
This time, when the voice passed, he forgot that he had spiritual power. This kind of forgetfulness was not a temporary inability to remember, but the body had completely forgotten it, as if this thing had never existed.
At least half of a fighter's strength is based on mental power. This caused them to lose most of their combat effectiveness. Not only were they unable to attack, they also lost a certain degree of coordination when dodging, and could not cause any damage when fighting each other.
At the same time, this caused the three of them to fall from above, but only half a second later, the three of them remembered their entire selves and got rid of this state one after another.
Mr. Zhuan and his men had undergone adaptation training and recovered faster. They immediately launched an attack on Zhao Zhenye.
However, Zhao Zhenye himself was powerless, but the foreign minister behind him took action first and blocked the attacks of the two men. Although Mr. Zhuan's foreign minister then stabbed him with a gun, causing most of his foreign ministers to be defeated, this bought him a glimmer of time, allowing him to adjust in time and block the subsequent attacks of the two men.
The two men on Mr. Zhuan's side stepped up their offensive, ready to break his defense before his outer appearance recovered. However, to their surprise, his outer appearance condensed back after just a moment. This made the two men feel something was wrong, and they both secretly became alert.
After the two sides continued to fight for dozens of moves, the knocking heart pillar made another deep sound. This time, the three of them forgot that they had hands. Although they did not lose them in the true sense, their conscious judgment was wrong, causing the center of gravity of both Zhao Zhenye and Mr. Zhuan to be unstable.
And this time, it was the opportunity Mr. Mask had been waiting for.
As the image of a god, he had no physical body and was not affected by the center of gravity at all. When the first sound came, he had forgotten how to use his mental power, which resulted in him being almost unable to feel his own existence. But now he kicked directly forward, penetrated through the gap, and hit Zhao Zhenye's shoulder. Sparks flew there, and the whole person fell to the side.
Mr. Zhuan also recovered later, and hooked the sickle in his hand towards the man's collarbone. Zhao Zhenye stepped forward in time to block him and kept him outside. However, his foreign minister turned the red tassel spear, and with a bang, it hit the man's head, and flames flashed for a moment.
Zhao Zhenye was knocked flying, Mr. Mask circled around to catch up with him, and Mr. Zhuan also stepped forward and began to speed up the pace of attack.
Zhao Zhenye had no choice but to curl up his body to defend himself. This attack immediately destroyed his originally flawless defensive rhythm.
A fighter's attack, defense, movement, and dodging, including breathing and thinking, must be able to face the enemy calmly under the premise of being prepared. Now that this step has been disrupted, the control of the battle situation is immediately lost. Under the continuous attack of the two, the spiritual fire in his body is melting and disintegrating at a rapid speed.
Zhao Zhenye heard the voice: "How long do you plan to delay this? Their skills are equally proficient. If you want to exhaust their strength at the same speed and power, it will take at least a day. By then, the people from the two central cities will have enough time to rush here. Let's deal with them as soon as possible."
A gleam of light flashed in Zhao Zhenye's eyes under his bangs. At this moment, the spiritual fire in his body that had been suppressed suddenly surged outward with unprecedented force.
Mr. Zhuan and Mr. Mask were both startled. The spiritual fire was too powerful and they had to retreat.
Zhao Zhenye was floating in the air at this moment. He slowly stretched his body, and behind him, there was a huge figure hanging in the air, with silver-white flames floating above and below.
He looked at the two people and said, "I didn't want to do this, but you two are very strong, so I have to make this choice."
As he spoke, it was as if some shackles were unlocked within his body, and his aura was slowly growing.
Mr. Mask said, "Old Zhuan, something is not good."
They could feel that this was definitely not the result of Zhao Zhenye taking any drugs or using any powerful relics, but was indeed his own power. It seemed that he had released the power that had been suppressed.
Mr. Zhuan looked across at the man solemnly. At this moment, he sensed something deeper. He said in a deep voice, "Old Tang, we're going to fight to the death."
Mr. Mask said, "Lao Zhuan, that's right, we have to fight to the death. You have to save your life. I don't want to miss you next time."
Mr. Zhuan said, "Stop talking nonsense." As he spoke, light began to radiate from his body. This was the beginning of burning his life energy. His strength would surge in a short period of time, but even if he won afterwards, the risk of self-alienation would increase.
After a brief standoff, Mr. Mask took the lead in attacking again, rushing up in a trail of smoke. However, when he reached Zhao Zhenye, the latter simply stretched out his hand and grabbed the former's mask, preventing him from moving forward.
Zhao Zhenye said slowly: "The time is not right, and I don't want to release this power too early, but..." He exerted force with his five fingers, and with a click, the entire mask shattered, and the figure attached to the back immediately turned into wisps of smoke and dissipated.
Mr. Zhuan's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly felt something was wrong. His body suddenly felt weak. He looked down and saw a fist piercing his chest. He heard Zhao Zhenye's voice in his ears, "If you don't do this, it will be difficult for you to stay calm."
Mr. Zhuan felt the tremendous power coming from the other party up close, breathing hard, "Is this... Changsheng Temple?"
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(End of this chapter)
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