Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 818 - 180: Python Swallows Elephant_4

According to the rules of the competition, that is indeed the case.

"Keep watching, the show has just begun," Liu Shock laughed heartily.

The two Blade Saints, whose sizes varied greatly, clashed fiercely once more. This time both of them started to unleash their absolute lethal moves. Fat Luo, who used "Mirror Image," sent out three massive silhouettes performing a "Blade Dance Whirlwind," turning into three giant spinning tops of swirling silver blades. Taking a step in midair, he launched himself toward Medusa Blade Saint Everley.

Wrapped by the three "Blade Dance Whirlwinds," Medusa Blade Saint instantly went berserk. His punk-style golden hair stood up like bristles, and he unleashed eight streaks of blade light in all directions, striking toward the three Mirror Images of Fat Luo being carried by the whirling blades.

"Fight Against the Eight Directions!" Amid exclamations from several Green Party monks, the incessant clang of clashing blades rang out. The two Mirror Images shattered instantly, while Medusa Blade Saint Everley, using the great impact, was flung into the distance. He bent and twisted his body in midair, flicking his double swords against the ground to kick up a cloud of dust. At the same time, his whole body shot up even higher into the sky, evading the sweep radius of the "Blade Dance Whirlwind."

The "Blade Dance Whirlwind" carrying the dust storm whizzed past Fat Luo, who barely managed to stop his momentum in time, narrowly avoiding injuring the audience. The "Blade Dance Whirlwind" required continuity; once it stopped, it was naturally impossible for the Blade Saint, who practiced "Telekinesis," to immediately perform another blade dance.

One could say that the special move, Blade Dance, was broken.

As for Medusa Blade Saint Everley, it wasn’t just about breaking Fat Luo’s whirlwind dance. In midair, he resembled a paper kite, turning on his side, and with his body as the pivot, he swung his long swords like a huge side-wheel fan, resembling the blades of a meat grinder as they rolled down from the sky. The icy blade light, whooshing with cold air, had instantly reached above Fat Luo’s head.

The splendid blade light bloomed like a tree full of pear blossoms, with the white colors scattering in their most gorgeous moment.

Although the attack was splendid, Fat Luo wasn’t frightened. As he struck out with his three blades, he felt the two long swords tighten as if grasping at nothing, and with a "woosh," the sound of fabric tearing apart resounded. The two copper-handled long swords flew aside, and a black tortoise shell armor split in two was draped over Fat Luo’s head from above.

Apart from Fat Luo, everyone clearly saw Medusa Blade Saint Everley in the air, spinning down swiftly, bringing a waterfall of blades. Just as he was about to chop at Fat Luo’s head, he suddenly shrunk his body, releasing his swords. His huge snake tail wrapped around a nearby pillar of red clay, freeing himself from his armor like a molting serpent. His body drastically reduced in size, and following his momentum, he naturally slid across the ground. With a flick of his tail, he shot toward Fat Luo, who was guarding his top, like an arrow from a taut bow. As Fat Luo knocked aside the falling swords and armor, Medusa Blade Saint Everley’s hands, straight and tense, scrubbed against each other and then slashed toward Fat Luo’s legs.

After the friction of his hands, from the back of his hands to the edges of his arms, all the steel scales on his vambraces sprang up, forming two sharp, gleaming blades. The shimmering scales flashed with the deadly blue color of intense poison!

Nobody had expected that such a feat could be accomplished with just the vambraces!

Having made his three strikes, Fat Luo might have had soft armor on his legs and naturally stone-like skin, but all of that was as fragile as paper under the blades of a high-ranking Medusa warrior. The Medusa clan were masters of poison, a mere cut from them could bring down even the Bimon warriors with their high poison resistance within seven steps.

Before anyone could express their shock, Fat Luo, with his hands still raised in the air, suddenly sucked in his enormous belly to form a thin arc, narrowly avoiding the crossing edges of the hand blades. Simultaneously, he jerked his chin forward, and the more than three-meter-long braided beard on his chin, like a metal whip, struck Medusa Blade Saint’s "hand blades," with a "crack" noise. Medusa Blade Saint Everley spun to the side and flew, crashing into the ground to create a large pit. Amidst the dust and debris, Medusa Blade Saint acrobatically rolled on the ground and stood up. freeweɓnovel~cѳm

Muscle-bound Mammoth Strongman Rodman, with his three blades touching the ground, coldly watched Medusa Blade Saint.

What Fat Luo took pride in, the signature braided beard of the Elephant Clan... had now become disheveled and unruly whiskers with the ends uniformly trimmed into a blunt section, and the bronze rings that once adorned them lay on the ground, sliced in two.

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