P.S.: I doubt any normal person would like a move that hurts the enemy eight hundred while also injuring themselves a thousand. But I'd still like to give you a friendly reminder: the theoretical limit for human blood loss is fifty percent, so please don't try to use it a third time, or you'll get to see what a mummified corpse looks like.
Jack told him that Benson was a second-tier warrior, so in order to ensure that he could defeat the enemy in one blow, Wu Yu chose this ability that could only be unlocked at level 30, which corresponds to the third-tier power in this world.
Choosing skills is a matter of strategy. Wu Yu had never used the power of the third tier before, and he didn't know if his body could withstand it. Therefore, he chose the skill with the strongest penetrating power rather than the skill with the strongest attack power, hoping to reduce the wear and tear on his body.
A massive killing intent surged into Wu Yu's heart. His body instinctively wanted to kill everything, but strangely, his mind was incredibly clear. Relying on reason, he easily suppressed the urge to kill.
But Benson, facing Wu Yu, felt as if he were being stared at by some prehistoric beast, and his hand holding the sword began to tremble.
Wu Yu straightened his index finger and gently pressed it against the blade, the sharp blade cutting a small gash about one centimeter long.
These small wounds usually only bleed a little and don't require any treatment.
But at this moment, it was as if a vacuum cleaner had been installed on the outside of the wound, and the terrifying attraction directly caused Wu Yu's blood to flow backward.
Blood gushed from the wound like water, but instead of falling to the ground, it clung to the slender sword in Wu Yu's hand as if it had come to life.
Wu Yu's body was still stained with some horse blood, but at this moment, as if attracted, the blood shed off his clothes and converged on the sword.
After a while, Wu Yu's wound stopped bleeding, but his face was deathly pale, and his body swayed unnaturally, giving the impression that he was about to collapse.
The blood-red blade in Wu Yu's hand couldn't even be called a sword, because it didn't even have a blade; it looked more like a flat baseball bat covered in barbs.
Wu Yu moved slowly toward Benson at a speed that was slower than that of an ordinary person. Even though he was as weak as a dying man, no one rushed to stop him. Even Benson only dared to defend himself in place, feeling guilty.
The key point is that the scene of Wu Yu summoning the Blood Sword is too terrifying. It looks like a cult's sacrificial ritual. Moreover, the pure killing intent emanating from Wu Yu can even make the most resolute warriors feel terrified.
Wu Yu stopped three meters in front of Benson and casually swung his sword as if playing with someone.
Benson was on edge. The moment Wu Yu made his move, he unleashed all his potential, having not fought anyone for many years. Almost instantly, he positioned his sword in the direction of Wu Yu's attack, and he had already planned his counterattack in his mind.
But Wu Yu's blood-stained blade didn't even touch Benson. The tip of Wu Yu's sword grazed just an inch in front of Benson's blade.
Then Wu Yu's arm fell limply to his side, and the blood clinging to the sword lost its vitality, flowing down the expensive floor in a bloody rush, just like real liquid, obeying the force of gravity.
"Hahaha, so you were just bluffing all along." Benson laughed at Wu Yu's ridiculous performance, and then prepared to finish off the guy who had given him such a scare.
One second, two seconds.
Benson's sword did not move as he had expected.
"Ah!" Benson screamed in pain.
Following the trajectory of the blood blade Wu Yu had just drawn, the blood in Benson's body began to coagulate. It burst open the blood vessels that were binding them, and it solidified into a sharp blade. With a swift turn, it cut a smooth surface across Benson's limb.
Benson's right forearm and his right calf fell to the ground.
"Ah!" Some of the timid maids screamed in terror at the sight of the severed limbs.
Benson lost his balance and collapsed to the ground, his eyes filled with disbelief, while blood gushed from his wound.
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