The people who were originally sitting down to watch the fight couldn't help but stand up. They leaned forward, opened their mouths, and stared at Yi Dongmu's final attack.
Yi's power and momentum had reached a peak, and the dagger in his hand finally moved. Under that unimaginable speed, the dagger moved like the wind.
The wind couldn't be seen, nor could it be touched. No one knew where it came from, and no one knew where it would end.
Although everyone knew that Yi Dongmu was going to make a move, when he actually did it, it still gave people a strange feeling in their hearts. It was as if the knife had appeared out of thin air.
It was so fast that no one could see how the knife was swung.
Even in the audience, people couldn't help but groan. They felt cold all over, as if they had been struck by a knife. Even their faces turned pale.
Although they did not see how Yi Dong Mu had struck, they could not help but imagine that in the next moment, Han Sen's head would be blown away by the wind. Blood would be spilling out of his body.
When the wind came, the knife had already passed.
When you feel the wind, everything will be too late.
"Wind Slash!" Mister Long screamed. His eyes opened wide as he watched Yi's knife.
But no one was in the mood to listen to what he had to say. Everyone's attention was focused on Han Sen.
Everyone was waiting for the result. The power and momentum of the 150 steps of Sacrifice, combined with the frightening knife, was something they didn't know how Han Sen would block.
Retreat!
Aside from retreating, they couldn't think of any other way to block the knife.
But when they thought about retreating, they suddenly realized that no one in the world could escape from such a knife.
They wouldn't even be able to lift their feet before their head was cut off.
There was no way to block it.
Everyone put themselves in Dollar's shoes, and their faces went pale. They couldn't even see the knife clearly.
The wind was invisible, but the knife was.
There were no weapons in Han Sen's hands. He put his palms together like a Buddha holding a precept. He didn't even look at the knife. He was calm and serene. Compared to Yi Dong Mu's violent attack, it made people feel like they were going to vomit blood.
Dong!
However, that ultimate strike, that unparalleled strike, that final strike of Life Sacrificing, was actually forcefully caught between the two palms that were clasped together.
Suddenly, the wind stopped, and the knife went still. It went from extreme motion to extreme stillness. The scene seemed to have frozen, and even time seemed to have stopped.
The incomparably tyrannical attack came to a complete stop in the hands of that pair of hands.
Everyone's mouths were wide open, and they stared at the frozen scene. No one could believe, and no one could accept, that the attack had ended like that.
It was as if a large truck that was sprinting at 200 km/h suddenly stopped in place without any warning. The feeling was too strange and unacceptable. Even if it was braking, it should have caused long sparks to appear from the friction with the ground.
. even if it was a wall, it would be broken.
But nothing happened. Everything stopped abruptly.
The tip of the knife was only an inch away from Dollar's brow, but that inch was like the distance between heaven and earth.
Dollar was like a Buddha holding a flower. Between his palms, there was heaven. That moment was eternity. Even if the sky and the earth were to fall apart, his hands would not move an inch.
It was unimaginable. The audience was silent for a long time. It was as if their brains couldn't process what had just happened. They just stared at the two people who were standing still.
Yi Dongmu's hands were shaking. That was a sure-kill strike, but it couldn't even break through the opponent's hands.
The path of an assassin was to succeed or die trying. This strike had taken everything Yi Dongmu had, but he didn't expect it to end like this. Yi Dongmu's will to fight collapsed. His face was as white as snow, and his fingers were shaking. He couldn't even hold the knife.
Han Sen moved his hands and grabbed the dagger. He held the blade in front of Yi Dongmu and said, "I accept the grace of this strike. In this life, in this world, in this world, in this world, there will only be this one strike."
Yi Dongmu's body shook, and he reached out to grab the dagger. He looked at Han Sen with a complicated expression.
The duel did not continue, and Han Sen immediately exited the virtual platform.
Seeing Dollar and Yi Dongmu leave, the result of the fight was not determined by the platform, but it was clear to everyone that the outcome of the fight would be decided.
"I'll accept the grace of this blade … I'm going to cry … What a pity for Yi Dongmu …"
"There is only one strike in this world, and Yi Dongmu deserves to be called the first strike. That strike was too strong, but it was a shame that he met Dollar."
"Since Yu was born, why was Liang born? This is the tragedy of this generation."
"Don't cry, Yi Dongmu. We will always support you. In our hearts, you will always be the strongest King of Assassins."
"Dollar is still the same Dollar."
…
Fang Mingquan let out a long sigh and said with some regret, "One saber cut off the path of life and death. From now on, we're just passersby.
One duel, two legends, but they will never meet again. "
Hearing Fang Mingquan say this, everyone felt a little sad. Because Yi Dong Mu and Dollar had agreed to fight, there could not be a second fight. This fight was the last one.
"Mister Long, what do you think of this fight?" Fang Mingquan turned to Mister Long and asked.
"In this life, in this world, in this world, in this world, in this place, there is only this one blade." Mister Long repeated and left the virtual platform.
Almost everyone who watched the fight had rewatched the video many times. But no matter how many times they watched, they still wanted to see more. They watched it over and over again, unable to stop.
"Yi Dongmu, what a shame."
"Will we ever see the grace of this strike again?
I want to see it again. "
"Sad Little Prince."
"I would give ten years of my life in exchange for Yi Dongmu to fight Dollar again."
"I'll accept the grace of this strike.
I'm going to cry. Dollar is too cruel. He took Yi Dongmu's soul. "
…
After Fang Mingquan returned to his office, he organized the video. There was no need to edit it. He just added a title and wrote an article at the end.
But this article was not written for Dollar. It was written for Yi Dongmu.
"King of Assassins."
Generation after generation, without end.
There is only one strike in this world.
Heartless assassin who has watched for a hundred years.
Only Yi's grace is the most moving.
To my eternal King of Assassins, Yi Dongmu.
In this fight, Dollar was rarely mentioned. Most people talked about Yi Dongmu. Although he did not win, the grace of Yi Dongmu's strike had touched everyone's heart. He was given the title of King of Assassins.
As for Dollar, in people's minds, he was an invincible god. They did not even want to talk about him.