Soul of Negary Chapter 53: Negri (5)

"Although my willpower is already rock-solid, it will not change even after thousands of years, but I think that if I want to be the master of everything, my willpower is not enough. In any case, it is necessary to stick to the character of my own beliefs, which is what I always need."
Negri looked at Smike and said with a smile: "As a reward for me to applaud, I will suppress my physical qualities, let my power speed reach the state of human peak, and do not use the ability to control things, if you can overcome Me, I'll let you go, and it's a good idea to work with your majesty."
"Don't talk too much!" Minmin Mick was still standing not far away, but his voice sounded not far from Negri.
"Don't you have a long memory?" Negri's right hand changed, and the gold-eating bacteria gathered in the right hand. A white blade stretched from the wrist of his right hand, holding up the invisible weapon.
Negri suddenly turned his head. On his cheek, a wound appeared suddenly, revealing the black germs inside, and a trace of white anger disappeared. Of course, the small wound was repaired soon.
"The reason why you can find me is by the things floating in the air." Smick's voice came out: "They are all over the space, so even if I hide my body, but you can pass these in the air. The division of things, to determine my position and even movement."
"I've seen through all your little tricks, Negri." Smick stepped back, gradually showing his figure, and more and more Smick showed his figure.
"The flow of light, the illusion of light." By mobilizing the rhythm of light, various illusions are formed, and light is not a lethal thing. These illusions of light are obviously human appearances, but they give people the feeling, but Like the sun, all the spreading germs close to the illusion are eliminated by the rhythm of light.
"So you can't pass the rhythm and I'm really fake." A dozen Smics stood in different positions, and his voice seemed to have undergone some sort of processing, making it impossible to tell where it came from.
"It really has a hand, Smick." Negri said with a compliment: "Show your more potential and make your soul more delicious."
Negri raised his right hand and rushed towards those Smics. He also said that he did it and suppressed his physical fitness to the peak of humanity. Although it is still incredible, it is not the kind of people who are too late to react. Too.
More than a dozen Smike overwhelmed, these illusions were extraordinarily realistic, and Negri could not tell the difference between true and false. The real Smike was mixed in.
The first Smike rushed over without hesitation, raised his machete and slashed towards Negri, Nagri held his wrist sword to resist, but found that Nasimi passed through, just an illusion.
Then, while Negri raised his hand to deal with it, several Smicks raised their scimitars at the same time to attack from different angles, and responded to this person's attack, the others could not deal with it. Once they chose to respond to the fantasy attack, the real Smick would It will face Negri without protection.
It was only at the next moment that Negri’s five fingers in his left hand exploded together. The dark liquid sputtered from the finger towards the surrounding Smike. All the liquid penetrated. It turned out that these attacking Smike were all illusions.
"Is it so cautious?" Negri said quite unexpectedly. Just now he had thought of this test method. If Smic is really among the illusions of the offensive just now, Negri will not hesitate. Kill him with a fatal blow.
Smick did not answer. More than a dozen phantoms continuously exchanged positions, occasionally overlapping, and separating backwards, making it impossible to tell whether it was true or false, and then in groups of two, constantly launching attacks from different directions.
If you can’t be sure that it’s an illusion and that you are a real person, it’s equivalent to having dozens of Smicks attacking him. Negri’s left wrist also grows a blade, and the left and right hands dance at the same time. Any Smicks that are approaching will be crossed first A sword.
The illusion's attack became more and more fierce, and Negri looked tired.
The blade crossed a figure of Smike. After the blade passed through unimpeded, Negri twitched the blade to attack other illusions, but the half-level illusion continued to use a scimitar to slash towards Negri. If you look closely, you will find that the machete has a ghost.
While Smick thought he was going to succeed, Negri's body turned around, ignoring the phantom left-handed wrist sword that held Smick's scimitar, and the right hand did not hesitate to stab forward.
On the occasion of a sudden attack, Smick noticed something was wrong, without any hesitation. He adjusted his rhythm through changes and allowed the body to change state at that moment. The body leaped back towards the back and squatted on the ground to cover his waist, only See there is already a deep wound in the finger.
Looking at the blood on the blade, Negri shook his head. If Smic's reaction was slower, his wrist sword would pierce his heart, not his abdomen.
Smick looked at the bones under his feet. The scimitar waved several times in his hand, and he saw a black strip of meat among the bones.
"Your illusions are very realistic, but the fake ones are fake ones. In these, only you have the weight." Negri explained with a smile: "So I have accumulated excessive bacteria in some bones. , Hidden in the bones, even your rhythm of light can’t kill them instantly. Your trampling will change the position of the germs inside, thus revealing your position."
Of course, there is one thing, Negri did not tell Smick, that is, Smick's light flow method is completely useless in front of his perception scene, and the change of light in every area cannot stop the perception field.
So from the beginning, Smick had no chance of facing Negri. The situation he showed was naturally that the opponent could win with a little effort to stimulate the potential of the opponent, but in essence Negri has always been Dominating the battle, he kept pinching a few cards.
It is also with such an absolute advantage that Negri will inspire the potential of opponents and make all kinds of actions to release water. In this world, there is no protagonist aura, and under the luckless nature, only strength and wisdom can rely on.
"So, Smick, continue to show your potential, but I look forward to it more and more." Negri said with a smile: "Or just give up and submit to me."
Smick kept breathing, adjusted his rhythm, looked at the opposite Negri, stood up, and prepared to fight again. He did not want to sink, so he chose to continue fighting.
It is this persistence that makes Negri laugh more joyfully.