Chapter 565

Still able to move?!

Wang Daohui was shocked in his heart; he knew his talent too well.

As long as one is hit, no matter who it is, they will be entangled in pain and wish they were dead.

And Su Yang had as many as seven or eight wounds on his body, with pain piling up layer by layer, already reaching a level that an ordinary person could hardly bear.

But he was still like nothing happened, and could even move?!

"Get lost!"

Wang Daohui was both surprised and angry, kicking hard toward Su Yang's face.

But before the sole of his foot could land, a sharp pain suddenly came from his abdomen.

"Ugh!"

His whole body flew out backwards, fell heavily to the ground, and was dragged for three meters.

Zhu Xiang still maintained his kicking posture, looking down from above: "I must do what I promised others."

"Whoosh!"

The blood arrows shot again.

Zhu Xiang just glanced at it and sneered, "First-tier talent, weak as an ant."

As he said this, he pinched the incoming blood arrow with two fingers, his body as steady as Mount Tai, motionless.

"What?!" Wang Daohui's eyes widened, as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

You must know that the speed of the blood arrow is comparable to a bullet; at such a close distance, he could actually catch it with his hand?

"Whoosh whoosh——"

The first strike failed, and Wang Daohui continued to kill out by urging the blood in his body to condense into blood arrows.

The outcome remained unchanged; Zhu Xiang walked toward him without changing his expression, his footsteps landing steadily, his hands fast as phantoms, constantly catching the blood-red offensive in front of him.

"Miss Su!" Wang Daohui saw the situation was bad and shouted immediately.

"My talent's prerequisite also requires blood!" Su Peixian said in a deep voice.

"Fuck!" Wang Daohui felt the blood in his body flowing out rapidly, and his consciousness was already a bit dazed.

If this continues, the enemy won't die, and he will have to fall to the ground first due to excessive blood loss.

There is no cooldown time for using the blood arrow talent, but the side effects are extremely obvious.

Seeing Zhu Xiang gradually approaching, Wang Daohui gritted his teeth and slashed two cuts on his chest with his knife.

He will...

Go all out!

Seeing this scene, a playful look gradually appeared on Zhu Xiang's face, "I hid in the dark and saw through all your hole cards; even if you cut off your head, you can't cause me the slightest harm."

"Really?"

Wang Daohui's face was as pale as paper, his body swaying, only persisting until now with a belief.

The arrow is on the string and must be fired.

This grievance must be settled today!

He saw bright red blood gathering into a mass, suddenly turning into an arrow the thickness of a finger and a foot long.

"Is it fun?" Zhu Xiang curled his mouth and strode toward the two.

"Kill!"

Zhu Xiang waved his hand, and the arrow instantly erupted with terrifying speed.

At this moment, the air seemed to solidify, and the smell of blood filled the surroundings.

The fast-as-lightning offensive tore through the air, pointing fiercely at Zhu Xiang's forehead.

This is his all-out attack; succeed or die!

The blood arrow approached; Zhu Xiang lowered his shoulders and squatted, his hands clasped, his muscles suddenly towering.

"Boom!"

A loud noise was made, and blinding blood light bloomed.

He saw the blood arrow that drove straight in being held steadily in Zhu Xiang's hand.

His clothes were slightly dirty, but there was no major problem.

"His gene modification..." Wang Daohui was stunned on the spot, full of disbelief: "Definitely exceeds the third tier!"

No one knows the power of the blood arrow better than him; first-tier and below gene-modified players will definitely die.

Even the second tier wouldn't dare to take it head-on.

But Zhu Xiang caught it without changing his expression, and his body only retreated a little bit.

This strength has already exceeded the vast majority of players!

"This is unreasonable; he is not an 'Ascend God' seed, where did he get so much faith value supply?" Wang Daohui thought to himself.

Even the top teams among all the islands, considering the various needs of the team, would definitely not use it indiscriminately.

However, at this moment, he witnessed a third-tier gene-modified player?!

In addition to shock, Wang Daohui gave a light 'huh'.

He captured a clue.

In the gap where Zhu Xiang threw the blood arrow aside, a faint bloodstain appeared on his palm.

Undoubtedly, this was caused by the terrible friction generated by the blood arrow's rapid movement.

"Miss Su, the blood you want... is here!" Wang Daohui reminded.

"Good!"

Su Peixian's eyes bloomed with brilliance, and a scale as white as jade suddenly appeared.

Seeing this, Zhu Xiang rushed over directly, not giving her any time to use her talent.

"Stop him!" Su Peixian shouted.

Wang Daohui gritted his teeth and went up, dragging his weak body to fight Zhu Xiang head-on.

"Pfft!"

One punch.

Just one punch!

Wang Daohui was knocked flying, spraying blood in mid-air.

His sternum collapsed, and his internal organs seemed to have shifted.

This is the hardest fist he has ever tasted, none other!

"A piece of trash, and you dare to stop me?" Zhu Xiang just glanced at him and looked at Su Peixian.

At this moment, his eyes revealed primitive desire.

Both crazy and enthusiastic!

"You lost."

Su Peixian completed the ceremony using her talent—the scale.

He saw a long hair placed on the left side of the scale, and Zhu Xiang's hair lying on the other side.

The scale began to tilt, and the left side won with a length advantage.

In an instant, Su Peixian's eyes bloomed with light again, and she said: "From now on, you will be used by me!"

"I order... player Zhu Xiang, commit suicide immediately!"

Huh?

Wang Daohui, who was lying on the ground, was suddenly stunned and immediately looked at Zhu Xiang.

Undoubtedly, her talent is to obtain control of the other party's body after winning by comparing some physical objects.

"What a ruthless method!" Wang Daohui thought to himself.

Zhu Xiang looked at her 'performance' without expression, tilted his head and said: "What are you doing?"

What?!

This time it was Su Peixian's turn to be surprised; she looked down at the scale, confirming that her talent had indeed acted on him.

But why...

It didn't work?

"Is it very strange?" Zhu Xiang rushed over, sneering: "Forgot to tell you, I am immune to all talents!"

Seeing that ferocious face getting closer and closer, Su Peixian felt a chill in her heart and decided to turn around and run.

"Run!"

Immune...

Talent?

Wang Daohui was still in shock and couldn't recover.

There is actually such a restraining means for players in the world?

No wonder he would take gene modification to the extreme.

It turns out that talent has no effect on him!

In the midst of his daze, a familiar voice suddenly appeared behind him.

"Too heavily injured, can't move?"

Wang Daohui's pupils shrank, and he turned his head with difficulty.

He saw Su Yang looking at him with a smile, pouting and saying: "You even dare to snatch my knife; tired of living?"

Wang Daohui raised his hand subconsciously, but his forehead took a hard punch.

"Slap!"

One punch broke his nose bridge directly, and sourness and sharp pain surged into his heart.

"Ah!" Wang Daohui roared in pain, his body wriggling crazily.

Su Yang snatched the small knife back and said softly: "Although it is somewhat shameful to achieve one's goal through others' hands, but——"

"This feeling is quite good; just suffered a little injury, but didn't take any effort."

"Besides, your talent..."

"I like it very much!"