This feeling was very strange, and it made Ye Yufeng frown even harder.
Suddenly, Ye Yufeng thought of something. His face looked shocked, and he whispered, "Is this Heavenly Go? Is Dollar the heir of that person?"
Ye Yufeng had only heard of Heavenly Go, but he had never seen it before. He wasn't sure if Han Sen was using Heavenly Go or not.
But right now, the feeling that Han Sen gave Ye Yufeng made him think it was very similar to the legendary Heavenly Go.
Han Sen's speed was not as fast as the metal wolf, but he was able to dodge its attacks with ease. If you looked closely, you would notice that the metal wolf's movements were like that of a marionette. Before it moved, Han Sen had already moved.
Aside from Heavenly Go, Ye Yufeng could not think of any other martial art that could achieve this.
The sky and the earth were the game, and the people were the game.
Heavenly Go, and the people were the game.
The legends said that Heavenly Go could control the thoughts and actions of the opponent.
Some people even said that Heavenly Go could predict the future.
It was very similar to Han Sen's situation.
Ye Yufeng did not join the fight, because he knew that even if Han Sen was alone, he could protect himself. If he joined the fight, it would disrupt his rhythm.
Han Sen had not practiced Heavenly Go. He had only learned a little from Queen. As for what kind of martial art she practiced, Han Sen did not know.
But Han Sen did not have the time to think about that. His mind was focused on the metal wolf.
Han Sen was very familiar with the environment, and every step Han Sen took was carefully planned after a month of fighting.
Now, Han Sen was waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity to force the metal wolf to make a move. For this move, Han Sen had been calculating carefully. Every step and every move was calculated countless times.
Only when the metal wolf made that move would he have a chance to deliver a fatal blow to its chin, which was the most vulnerable part of the wolf.
For this day, Han Sen did not know how many times he had simulated his movement and the attack pattern and character of the metal wolf. Even its habits had been analyzed by Han Sen countless times.
In addition, for this attack, Han Sen had not used the sacred-blood beast soul sword or the devil sword for more than a month.
Because the spinning spear could not be buffed by the flame lieutenant, and Han Sen had deliberately held back, he posed the least threat to the metal wolf.
Now that the metal wolf was facing him, its vigilance was at its lowest, which was what Han Sen needed.
Even if the Chen brothers did not leave, Han Sen would ask for a chance to face the metal wolf alone. Only in this way could he deliver a fatal blow to the wolf.
Han Sen had always been a good executor. Seeing the metal wolf falling into his trap step by step, Han Sen's eyes were as clear as water. Although his heart was beating fast because of the Heresy Sutra, his heart was as calm as an ancient well.
Han Sen knew very well that this might be his only chance, so he could only succeed. The most important thing for success was not to explode or be angry, but to carry out his plan perfectly. That would be enough.
The metal wolf roared angrily from time to time. After being provoked by Han Sen for so many days, the wolf wanted to tear them apart.
Especially now that Han Sen was facing off against the metal wolf alone, the wolf was unable to hurt him. This made him even angrier and angrier, and his attacks became fiercer and fiercer.
Seeing the wolf like this, Han Sen was not surprised. Instead, he was happy. The more aggressive the wolf was, the greater his chance of success would be.
Gradually, the metal wolf was lured to the position Han Sen had planned. In other words, Han Sen was forced into a corner.
It was an angle between the walls of the nest. Han Sen had retreated to about 45 degrees, and there were walls on both sides. In front of Han Sen, there was a big rock about half a meter tall.
If the metal wolf wanted to attack him, it would have to jump over the rock. Because of this, the wolf would have to jump much higher than usual, exposing its jaw to Han Sen.
This was Han Sen's desperate situation, and it was also Han Sen's opportunity.
The metal wolf was furious because of Han Sen's provocation. Seeing that the slippery Han Sen was forced into a corner, it had no chance of escaping. How could it hold back? It jumped up with all its strength, showed its cold claws, and fiercely pounced on Han Sen. It wanted to give Han Sen a fatal blow.
Ye Yufeng, who had been watching the battle from the side, saw that Han Sen was forced into a corner, and his face changed drastically. He wanted to rush over and save him, but it was too late. He could only watch as the metal wolf pounced on Han Sen.
Seeing the metal wolf fiercely pouncing on him, Han Sen stared at the wolf. When the wolf's jaw was about to appear in front of his eyes, he turned his left hand, and a silver sword with black smoke suddenly shot out like a viper.
This sword was so strange and unexpected that even a cunning human would not be able to imagine it, let alone a creature.
In addition, before this sword, Han Sen did not feel any murderous intent. The fierceness of the sword and the indifference of the person formed a strong contrast.
Rumble!
With Heresy Mantra running at full power, Han Sen's heart was like an engine running at full speed, making a horrible sound. Even people outside his body could hear it.
Many blue veins popped out, wrapping around Han Sen's muscles. His muscles and bones were burning, and they were emitting a scary amount of heat.
Under the extreme state of Overload, Han Sen's body was like a volcano. If the wolf went in a little bit more, his body would not be able to bear it and explode.
However, unlike his body that was releasing all the energy, Han Sen's brain and eyes were extremely calm. He was like a bystander, watching his body explode with infinite power and the sword piercing towards the wolf's jaw.
Absolute control and absolute berserk were inconceivably fused into one person.
Puchi!
The tip of the sword pierced into the black fur with a harsh sound of friction. One could even see the dancing sparks and electric current.
"Kill!"
Han Sen roared. His body was squeezed again. He burst out the last drop of power in every cell, pushing the sword through the fur and into the wolf's jaw inch by inch.
Blood silently flowed along the blade of the sword.