Arakawa's current state could not be said to be good, but rather terrible. There was almost no intact part of his body, and there were burnt scars from lightning and large areas of purple frostbite spread everywhere.

His face was pale and weak, and a trail of blood spread from his left shoulder to his chest, staining his burnt clothes red. The sleeve of his right hand holding the sword had all disappeared. If it weren't for the ancient sword Dragon King holding on the ground, he felt like he would fall down at any time.

.

This does not include the blow that Fang Ran suffered just now, which could be called a star-shattering earthquake. The powerful impact and the force carried by the sword's edge shattered countless bones.

But he finally stood up.

"Hahaha...."

Standing upright, Arakawa raised his head and gasped for air. Blood was flowing from his forehead. His face was covered with dust and blood, and he struggled to regain his clarity in his peaceful eyes. He held the ancient sword-Dragon King and looked at

Looking towards the dark figure lying on the ground not far away.

"What a...ahem...powerful...blow..."

He covered his mouth hard, with the scorched ashes of thunder and lightning spreading on his skin to prevent the blood from vomiting out again, and he could still speak softly and hoarsely with the relieved and gentle smile before:

"If...you control your skills...again...ahem...poof...!"

But he still didn't hold it down after all, and vomited out a large mouthful of blood mixed with pieces of internal organs and blood foam. Then Arakawa propped up the blade of the sword, exhaled a long, pale and weak breath, looked up at the night sky in the narrow forbidden area, and lightly

Smilingly:

"Maybe I'm dead."

Did it fail...

Opposite Arakawa, dozens of meters away, Fangran, who was feeling dizzy and weak on the ground, struggled to raise his head from the ground and looked at Arakawa, who was seriously injured but had already stood up.

Or...failed...?

With weak black eyes struggling, Fangran gritted his teeth tightly and pressed his arms to the ground, trying to stand up from the dirt and dust...

But the trembling body had no strength at all at the moment, and the wrist slipped away...

Plop.

The body that had just been half supported fell back to the ground again.

Even if he used nine Clow cards and the power of the night weapon, he couldn't be killed...

At this moment, he has neither the super-mana power that can truly exert his 'infinite' power, nor the fighting skills blessed by [Sword Card] and [Fighting Card]. Even as the power of Night Patrol is exhausted, he can see through the opponent's thoughts and memories.

The ability is also lost,

And because of the shock from the blow just now and the counterattack from Arakawa's sword, it was difficult for him to even stand up when his eyes were dim.

It's like a mythical bird returning to its original form and turning back into a crow that has fallen into the mortal world.

Sure enough, it's too fanciful to think of killing an A-level participant with 5%...

The feeling of sleepiness, dizziness, and wanting to close his eyes and fall asleep came from every corner of his body, but Fangran's struggling body, with his left hand on the ground, wanted to stand up even if his body kept trembling.

"Pfft...cough!"

But the rusty red liquid was coughed out of his mouth. I don't know if it was at the moment of the collision and backlash, or when he was knocked away by the sword circle, or maybe it just rolled to the ground and left a long mark.

At that moment, I felt severe pain in my body!

His vision was blurred, Fangran gritted his teeth, and his dark eyes struggled weakly to see the ground in front of him, but he always failed.

Damn...if only there was more magic...if it was Ling's core...if there was a Möbius strip...

And if I were stronger, I wouldn't waste so much mana on guys like Smith...

He was barely supporting his body, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, breathing heavily, hoarse with regret, he thought in his heart.

But in fact, Fangran knew that even if there were more external cores left, he might not be able to kill Arakawa, because...

Relying on [Sword Cards] and [Fighting Cards] to close the gap in experience and skill, relying on the power of Night Patrol to seize all opportunities, and relying on using all available attack cards to create the strongest sword blade,

That was already his strongest state and his strongest blow just now.

And after releasing the blow that caused the stars to sink and the earth to tremble, his state at the moment was also obvious. Even if he had more mana points, he would not be able to do it again.

Ultimately, this is not a question of quantity.

Just like the description of the witch,

He is too 'vulnerable'.

In fact, if the Night Patrol hadn't seen through Arakawa's mind and seen all his next moves, it would have been a question whether Fangran's attack could hit the A-level participants.

Even 'infinite' power cannot easily erase the gap between him and the A-levels accumulated over a long period of time.

but...

kill him!

I must kill him!

"That's enough, don't stand up again..."

In front of Fangran, Ling Feng, who used some unknown future technology, projected his figure next to him. A voice of dissuasion sounded. He looked at Fangran, who was lying on the ground and still trying to stand up.

"If this continues, both of you will be targeted by that monster. Do you want to die!?"

Ling Feng raised his head and looked warily outside the space isolation. A-17's bright red eyes were open. The small cracks at the corners of the eyes and the smile at the corners of the mouth showed an ominous and crazy meaning. The reason why he hadn't intervened yet was just because...

Controlling the thousand-meter earth dragon behind him, one of the strongest night watchmen in Midnight kept staring at his location.

"Hey, that's enough. You've already severely injured him. There's no need to continue, right?"

Fangran, who was weak and struggling again, heard Ling Feng's helpless and worried voice, but his movements did not stop. He grabbed his trembling right hand with his left hand, inserted the silver dragon's teeth into the ground, and forcibly raised his upper body.

body.

Can't miss it...I can't miss this opportunity...

I have to kill him now, or...

Otherwise...next time...

Next time...it’s not just Brother Suqun,

Someone really might die.

The child huddled in the corner cried out in fear. Fangran struggled to raise his weak black eyes, filled with a desperate and crazy color, trying to see clearly the vision in front of him.

As if he wanted to comfort the child's fear, regardless of the severe pain in his body, he exhaled the last air in his lungs, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, and he roared hoarsely without any thought!

"Gluttony!"

A huge black shadow appeared out of thin air!

Opening its huge mouth as dark as an abyss, it engulfed Arakawa!

"Ha...ahem..."

Seeing this terrifying dark monster again, Arakawa chuckled, which seemed to have affected the injury. He couldn't help but cough lightly, and used the remaining strength of his body to dodge.

boom!!!

The ground was eaten away by gluttony, creating a pit, and Arakawa's figure was just on the edge of the pit.

Or...isn't it possible...

Seeing that Gluttony's blow failed, Fangran put his left hand on the ground hard and dug his fingers into the ground, slightly pulling out the bleeding marks.

Without the power of Ye Qi, how could there be such a big gap between me and him? I couldn't see his movements at all.

She regretted her own powerlessness and hated her weakness for not being able to protect precious things. Her tear glands instinctively shed tears due to the pain, and she felt nauseated. She opened her mouth but could not make a sound.

Damn it, there's no other way... Think about it... Fangran, what else do you have!

Don't you always think you are smart...think about it!

The black eyes were weak but still struggling. Fangran kept shouting at himself in his heart, thinking about what power he could use, but in fact he had really reached his limit at this moment.

Whether it's the night scene, the southern suburbs, Xikou or Beicheng, plus the last Dongjiang River, it doesn't stop for a moment.

He has been fighting for too long this night.

It took so long that all my strength was exhausted.

"It seems... you are... ahem... pfft... you really want to kill me..."

Even though he coughed violently and was bleeding, Arakawa still chuckled and finished the sentence. He looked at Fangran who was half-propelled, his voice was weak, but he asked with a curious smile:

"Can I...can I ask the reason...or is it really because of...Brother Jiang Ran's daughter?"

"you do not need to know."

Staggering, Fangran slowly stood up and struggled to answer him hoarsely.

"Is it..."

He coughed out the blood, smiled, then raised the ancient sword - Dragon Emperor, crossed a distance of tens of meters, and slashed towards Fang Ran.

There was no sword light or sword power. He was seriously injured and seemed to have used all his remaining strength to move his body, and could only launch this kind of ordinary attack.

But even so,

Fangran still gritted his teeth and remained silent, unable to continue.

But thanks to Su Qun's one-month special training, he finally reacted and raised the Silver Broken Dragon Fang.

Clang!
To be continued...