Chapter 59 Quickly Transmigrate! Conquer Michael and Lucifer (6)
Feng Ziang and Michael walked along the path in the mountains and forests. The surroundings were so quiet that it was a little eerie.
The birds dared not make a sound, and only the rustling of leaves in the wind sounded like the whispers of ghosts.
The atmosphere was so eerie that it made people feel uneasy. Feng Ziang couldn't help but quicken his pace, always feeling that something was lurking in the dark.
He couldn't help but complain: "This atmosphere is even scarier than a horror movie. Could there really be some monsters out there?"
Michael looked serious, his golden eyes scanning the surroundings vigilantly, and whispered, "Be careful, I sense an unusual aura."
Feng Ziang's heart sank. Michael's intuition was always accurate.
He was about to speak when suddenly, a black shadow swooped down from the dense treetops. With a flash of cold light, a sharp sword pierced Feng Ziang's throat!
"Shit!" Feng Ziang cried out in surprise and leaned back subconsciously, barely avoiding the fatal blow.
The attacker was dressed in black and had his face covered, revealing only a pair of cold and ruthless eyes. The long sword in his hand was chilling and intimidating.
"Ares?" Michael recognized the person and his face changed suddenly.
Ares?
The famous cold-faced assassin in the heavens?
Feng Ziang's heart sank. It seemed that he had met a tough opponent this time.
Ares' swordsmanship was as fast as lightning, and every move was deadly. Feng Ziang could only barely parry, and was in danger for a while.
While dodging, he secretly groaned, the assassin's attack power was too strong, it was simply cheating!
Michael stood aside with a complicated expression, as if hesitating about something.
He clenched his fists tightly and pressed his lips into a straight line.
Feng Ziang was not careful and was cut on the arm by Ares' sword, and blood gushed out immediately.
"Hiss..." He took a breath of cool air. This was no joke. He had to find a way to escape quickly.
Suddenly, Michael moved. He flashed and stood in front of Feng Ziang...
Michael stood in front of him. Feng Ziang felt a flash before his eyes. Before he could react, he heard the sharp sound of metal colliding.
The tip of Ares' sword was steadily blocked by Michael's golden shield of light, making a loud "clang" sound, causing the surrounding leaves to fall.
Feng Ziang took the opportunity to step back a few steps, steadied his body, raised his hand and threw out a fire spell. The red fireball with a scorching breath flew straight into Ares' face.
Ares was slightly startled and moved to the side, easily avoiding the flames, but was also forced back a few steps by this sudden attack.
There was a hint of surprise in his cold eyes, as if he had not expected that this seemingly frail messenger of God in front of him could actually be so capable.
Feng Ziang smiled smugly, thinking: "Little guy, do you really think I'm a soft persimmon? I am a man with the aura of a protagonist!"
The surrounding trees were shaken by the aftermath of their battle, as if they had been ravaged by a strong wind, and the ground was littered with broken branches and leaves.
However, Feng Ziang had no time to care about these things. The blood in his body was boiling and a strong fighting spirit was burning in his chest.
He waved the staff in his hand, and threw wind blades, fireballs, and ice cones at Ares as if they were free.
Feng Ziang attacked while secretly glancing at Michael.
He wanted to see what Michael meant by standing in front of him.
Is it like what is written in the novel, a hero saving a beauty, or is there another hidden story?
But Michael avoided his gaze, his eyes were wandering, as if he was deliberately avoiding something.
Feng Ziang's heart skipped a beat. This shouldn't be happening. According to the script, shouldn't they be looking at each other affectionately at this moment and then saying something like "I won't let you get hurt"?
Why does Michael act like a child who has done something wrong?
Feng Ziang's heart was full of doubts. He couldn't understand Michael's abnormal behavior.
Could it be that Michael actually wanted to see how bad he was so that he could take the opportunity to laugh at himself?
Or does he have some unspeakable secret?
The atmosphere suddenly became awkward, and there was an indescribable strange smell in the air, as if something was stuck in the throat, making people feel uncomfortable.
Feng Ziang was lost in thought, but Ares didn't give him much time to think.
He snorted coldly and raised the long sword in his hand again. This time, a faint black light appeared on the sword. Obviously, he was going to use his ultimate move.
Feng Ziang only felt a strong sense of oppression coming over him.
Ares sneered, and the long sword in his hand emitted a burst of black light, transforming into sharp sword shadows that rushed towards Fengzi like a violent storm.
Every sword shadow carries with it a heart-pounding breath of death, and a faint fishy smell permeates the air, as if one can hear the whispers of death.
Feng Ziang felt dizzy. He tried his best to dodge, but the sword energy still cut several places on his clothes and his skin was burning with pain.
He was shocked. This assassin was definitely not an ordinary person. His moves were simply unparalleled. It seemed that he would have to show his real skills!
Michael watched from the side, his golden eyes flashing with anxiety. He wanted to step forward to help several times, but stopped abruptly.
His clenched fists made a creaking sound, as if he was suppressing something, and the struggle between his brows became more and more intense.
The surrounding trees were trembling in the aftermath of their battle, and their leaves were falling, as if they were mourning for this sudden battle.
Feng Ziang clenched his teeth and concentrated his mind. He carefully observed Ares' sword moves while dodging.
Suddenly, he noticed that every time Ares drew his sword, there was a slight pause. Although it was very brief, it was a fatal flaw!
Feng Ziang seized the opportunity and rushed forward, waving the staff in his hand, condensing a huge ice cone and smashing it hard at the broken part of Ares.
Ares obviously did not expect that Feng Ziang could see through his flaws. He was unable to dodge and was hit hard in the chest by the ice cone. With a dull "puff" sound, his body flew backwards and hit a sturdy tree, causing the leaves to fall down with a rustling sound.
He covered his chest, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.
Feng Ziang breathed a sigh of relief. It was a very dangerous situation just now and he almost died here.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead and felt exhausted. This assassin was too difficult to deal with!
The forest was peaceful again, with only the rustling of leaves in the wind, as if nothing had happened.
He turned to look at Michael and asked with a hint of blame in his tone: "Michael, why didn't you help just now? You could obviously help me, do you just want to see me beaten into a pig's head?" Michael's eyes dodged, hesitating and unable to speak, as if he was deliberately avoiding Feng Ziang's gaze.
He opened his mouth, wanting to explain something, but ultimately chose to remain silent.
The doubts in Feng Ziang's heart grew like weeds. He always felt that Michael was hiding many secrets, and these secrets seemed to be related to himself.
He stared at Michael, trying to find the answer in his eyes, but he only saw endless confusion and struggle.
The atmosphere between the two of them suddenly became somewhat depressing, and a suffocating silence filled the air.
"What on earth are you..." Feng Ziang was about to continue asking, but Michael suddenly stepped forward, turned his back to Feng Ziang, and said in a low voice, "Leave here first."
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