Han Sen had only been resting for half an hour when Mo Fang and the others teleported over.
Shale looked at Mo Fang, and Mo Fang's lips curled up. He looked back at Shale. Neither of them spoke, but they knew what the other was thinking.
"Hu Die, are you with us, or are you with Shale?" Mo Fang looked at the Fox woman and asked her.
"I am just a weak woman. I can't help anyone," Hu Die said, retreating to the side. She clearly wanted to be a bystander and not help either side.
Mo Fang knew that Hu Die wasn't a simple woman. She had purposely spread the news that Shale had become half-deified. She wanted to sit back and take advantage of the situation.
But Mo Fang didn't care. No matter how cunning Hu Die was, she wasn't strong enough to threaten his first place. Right now, his biggest obstacle was still Shale.
"Shale, do you really have to protect Han Sen?"
As Mo Fang spoke, he gestured slightly. The other three slowly surrounded Shale in the center.
"Whether I protect him or not, you are going to fight me, right?"
Shale stood up. He was three meters tall, and he looked very strong. He didn't look angry, but he looked like a golden-haired lion.
Mo Fang smiled and said, "If you quit, we won't have to fight."
"Let's do it." Shale looked calm. He was like a mountain standing on the ground.
"In that case, you will have to be careful," Mo Fang said. He pointed his finger, and his punch carried the Evilbreaker power of the Dragons.
The Dragons were called the bravest geno art. Evilbreaker power was a geno art that compressed and gathered power. It was like Han Sen's Heart Connection.
But Heart Connection used all of the power at once. Evilbreaker power only compressed the power that was already there.
Han Sen had studied the Evilbreaker power of the Dragons, and it was a very scary geno art.
Now that Mo Fang was using it, his power was stronger than the half-deified Dragons. It was like a black hole had appeared in space.
Shale didn't dodge. His muscular body took a step forward, and at the same time, he swung his fist. As he moved at high speed, his curly blonde hair danced in the wind. He looked like a lion running against the wind.
Boom!
When the power of the finger and the fist collided, a scary shockwave exploded. The ground around them caved in, but Shale didn't move. Mo Fang, on the other hand, was pushed back ten meters.
Mo Fang smiled and said, "It is no wonder you are born deified. Even though you have fallen to half-deified, your fitness is still far superior."
"It's just brute strength. It's nothing. It's nothing compared to the secret geno arts of the Very High," Shale said in a tone that was neither haughty nor humble.
"When it comes to individual combat power, I can't beat you. But I want to be number one. So, I'm sorry," Mo Fang said. The two Extreme Kings and the Aichi archer moved at the same time.
Shale was now in the same predicament that Han Sen had been in. His current situation was even worse than Han Sen's.
There was one less mantis-man and one more Mo Fang. There was a big difference between the two. Mo Fang's strength was something the mantis-man couldn't compete with.
Moreover, they didn't know if it was an illusion, but after Mo Fang joined them, their cooperation became smoother than before. It could be said that it was almost flawless.
"Mo Fang is very good with the mind. With him commanding, the three silkworms are as easy to control as if they were his fingers. The four-man formation is as effective as it can be. Shale is no longer suppressed by his power. I'm afraid he is in danger now," Exquisite said, watching Shale on the battlefield.
While Exquisite was talking, Shale had already been hit a few times.
Shale was born in a small race. His race didn't have any top-class geno arts. Aside from his talent and level, his skills weren't as good as Han Sen's. He only had a few top-class geno arts, and he had only learned them after coming to Outer Sky.
If Shale used his skills to gain the upper hand while being surrounded by four people, that would have been impossible.
It wasn't that Shale's skills weren't as good as Han Sen's. It was just that he didn't have as many skills as Han Sen did.
Shale's power was limited by the areas of the two Extreme Kings and the Aichi. He couldn't touch Mo Fang and the others. He was like a beast trapped in a cage. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free. Instead, the people outside the cage used weapons to stab him.
Mo Fang's ten fingers moved at the same time. They were like ten sharp blades. A scary god light kept intertwining with each other. He left many bloody wounds on Shale's muscular body.
Mo Fang had a nickname among the Very High. He was called the Eight-Hole Son of Heaven.
If a person's mind was described as meticulous, they would be described as someone who was slick and slick or someone who had a seven hole heart. But Mo Fang's mind was multitasking, and his mind was extremely meticulous. That was why he had come up with the nickname Eight-Hole Son of Heaven.
Commanding three half-deifieds wasn't an issue for Mo Fang. He could command an army of thousands of men and horses, and he could do so with ease.
"What a strong body. It seems like he is stronger than the Very High of the same level. It is rare to see a born deified with a ten armor talent. He lives up to his name."
Mo Fang saw that his finger lights were only able to cut through Shale's flesh. They only left shallow wounds. He couldn't help but compliment Shale.
Liyu Zhen and Li Xue Cheng's hearts almost jumped out of their chests. It wasn't a question of whether or not Han Sen could beat Shale. It looked as if Shale couldn't hold on any longer.
"D * mn it …" Li Xue Cheng's face turned green. He thought about what would happen if Shale lost the silkworm bouts. His head went numb, and his body started to shake.
The Very High who had bet on Han Sen winning first place in the silkworm bouts were very happy.
"That kid, Mo Fang, is doing well. Although his combat power is a bit weak, when it comes to commanding, there aren't many of the Very High's younger generation who are better than him."
"Good job. Hurry up and send Shale away."
"Haha! Mo Fang is going to kill him, and then Han Sen is going to kill him. I like this script."
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The wounds on Shale's body kept increasing. If a half-deified with a weaker body had been in his place, he wouldn't have been able to hold on any longer. But in Shale's eyes, there was no sign of fear or fear.
His eyes were like those of a lion. There was only excitement. He was as excited as a wild beast. It was as if the blood coming out of his wounds wasn't blood. It was dope.
Mo Fang frowned. He realized that it was getting harder and harder to hurt Shale. Every time he used a technique, he couldn't hurt him again. Mo Fang had to keep changing his battle formation, and he had to use different techniques to keep Shale down. That was how he kept suppressing him.
From an outsider's perspective, Shale was being suppressed. They didn't know how much effort Mo Fang had put into this.
But even if the Very High had the geno arts of all the races, Mo Fang couldn't have practiced them all. As the battle dragged on, he started to repeat the same moves.
"Is that all I can do?" Shale looked disappointed.