Han Sen stared at the red crystal in Wang Hou's left hand. It was not that he could see anything special about it, but the nine-life cat pendant reacted to the red crystal.
The texture of the red crystal was very similar to that of the nine-life cat pendant.
However, there was no time for Han Sen to look at it. Wang Hou had already walked in front of Han Sen. Han Sen stood in front of Ji Yanran and merged with the fairy queen. Using Heresy Mantra and Overload at the same time, he made his body explode with the strongest power.
"I didn't kill you before because I didn't want Li Mingtang to see my real strength. Do you really think you can compete with me with your little strength?" Wang Hou sneered disdainfully and stabbed at Han Sen with his sword.
Wang Hou's sword was incredibly fast, and it reached Han Sen's throat in the blink of an eye.
Han Sen's heart was beating like crazy. Staring at Wang Hou, he did not step back. Instead, he moved closer to Wang Hou like a ghost.
Even if Han Sen used all his strength, his fitness was still not as good as Wang Hou's. In addition, Wang Hou had a sacred-blood sword from Second God's Sanctuary, while Han Sen did not have a good weapon. It was hard for him to compete with Wang Hou.
Only close combat could give Han Sen a chance of winning.
Seeing Han Sen coming closer, Wang Hou turned his sword from a straight stab to a cut. The change was so fast that it was almost impossible for Han Sen to defend himself.
Whoosh!
Han Sen was too slow to dodge, and his neck was sliced open. Blood oozed out, and although it wasn't a fatal wound, it was still a scary sight to behold.
"Han Sen, watch out! That is Sprocket Sword. Do not let him continue to use it," Ji Yanran saw Wang Hou's sword skill and warned Han Sen in horror.
"No wonder you are from the Ji family. You recognize my Sprocket Sword. But it is too late for you to understand."
Wang Hou moved his left hand and another beast soul sword appeared. Holding a sword in each hand, he kept attacking Han Sen.
Han Sen did not have the ability to defend himself at all. Wang Hou's sword art was marvelous. The two swords were like one, one after another, not giving anyone a chance to breathe. They formed a continuous attack, like two gears biting together and rolling forward. There was no gap between the two swords.
In just a moment, Han Sen's body had been stabbed several times, and blood kept flowing out.
Ever since Han Sen had become an evolver, he had never encountered such a strong opponent. With a fitness index over 100 and that wonderful Sprocket Sword skill, Han Sen had no chance to fight back.
Ji Yanran summoned her dagger and was about to join the battle. Even if she died, she couldn't just watch Han Sen get killed and do nothing.
"Don't come over. I can handle it."
Han Sen shouted and stopped Ji Yanran, staring at Wang Hou's two swords.
"Don't rush. You will all die." Wang Hou's sword moved faster and faster, his face cold and emotionless.
Han Sen's long study of positioning finally came in handy. With the exquisite layout, Han Sen forcibly stalled Wang Hou. Although he could not fight back, Wang Hou's sword was not able to kill him.
Wang Hou could not help but frown. Sprocket Sword was known as one of the most powerful offensive sword arts in the world. Once the attack was launched, it would be continuous and could not be stopped by human strength.
Ever since Wang Hou mastered the sword technique, even those of the same tier who were slightly stronger than him would have a hard time surviving his twin swords as soon as he unleashed his sword aura. It would already be impressive if they could block one or two hundred strikes.
However, Han Sen's physical fitness was obviously not as good as Wang Hou's, but he had withstood more than three hundred swords, and Wang Hou still could not kill him.
Moreover, Wang Hou had a feeling that it was getting harder and harder for his sword to hurt Han Sen. Although Han Sen was covered with wounds and looked bloody, Wang Hou knew that those wounds were not fatal.
What was more strange was that Han Sen's wounds only bled a little at the beginning, but soon stopped bleeding. The wounds seemed to have shrunk.
Han Sen's eyes were as calm as an ancient well, imprinting Wang Hou's every move in his mind.
Sprocket Sword was indeed very powerful. Sword after sword, there was almost no flaw. Every sword was precisely arranged. Once the first sword was launched, the following swords would be endless. Every sword would attack the vital parts of the opponent, leaving him no chance to fight back. In the end, he could only be cut down by the sword.
However, humans were humans after all, not real machines. The design of Sprocket Sword gave Han Sen an opportunity.
In terms of the layout of martial arts, Han Sen had never seen anyone better than Queen. She was a real master of layout.
Wang Hou's sword art could only be considered as half layout and half routine. Sword art itself had a lot of routines, unlike Queen's which could be arranged at will.
If Queen was a real master, then Wang Hou was just a person who had learned a brilliant sword art.
No matter how brilliant the sword art was, it was still rigid. There would always be flaws or mistakes. While Han Sen was dodging Wang Hou's attacks, he was also luring Wang Hou to show flaws in his sword art.
Gradually, Han Sen understood the routines of Sprocket Sword Art. Wang Hou's sword art was getting harder and harder to hurt him. Wang Hou's face turned pale.
It was the first time he had met such an opponent. His body movements seemed ordinary, but no matter how violent his sword art was, he could not kill Han Sen.
Han Sen's physical fitness was much worse than his, but Wang Hou felt that he could not suppress Han Sen any longer.
Han Sen's body became more and more unpredictable in Wang Hou's eyes. Wang Hou's confidence from before had turned into a heavy heart. Wang Hou actually felt that he could not kill Han Sen. He even felt a little worried that Han Sen would fight back.
"Impossible!" Wang Hou roared and attacked Han Sen even more violently with his two swords.
However, it did not help. Instead, it made it easier for Han Sen to deal with him. Anger would only make more flaws in Wang Hou's sword art.
Suddenly, the two's strengths seemed to be reversed. Wang Hou's swords were still sharp, but for some reason, he felt that he was being suppressed.
Ji Yanran was both surprised and happy. Wang Hou had practiced Sprocket Sword Art, which was known as one of the strongest offensive sword arts. Moreover, after the Sprocket Sword Art had been used, he still could not kill Han Sen. Instead, Han Sen had turned the tables. Ji Yanran had never heard of such a thing.
Wang Hou's physical fitness level was over 100 and the famous Sprocket Sword Art seemed to be useless in front of Han Sen. Han Sen's movements were getting more and more natural, while Wang Hou was getting more and more restrained. Although he had a strong physical fitness level and a sharp sacred-blood sword in his hand, he could not suppress Han Sen at all.
Bang!
Han Sen punched out and Wang Hou had to turn from attack to defense. The famous Sprocket Sword Art was forcibly stopped.