Final Priesthood

Chapter 258 What is your move called, [Finishing Move—! 】(Third update, please vote for me)

  【49】

  【48】

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 The countdown on the panel decreases every second.

Lu Yuan withdrew his gaze, collected his mind, and focused all his attention on himself.

“Even super-killing combos won’t work. Is there any other way to raise the ultimate combat power to another level?”

The [Devil] form is Lu Yuan’s true ultimate and perfect fighting form at this stage.

In this state, he is like a demon, his skills are superb, his mind is like lightning, and all aspects are at a wonderful peak.

 A new, higher-level life form.

 One hundred percent strength can produce 120 or even 150 percent combat power.

However.

 Still not enough!

  【40】

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  【38】

 In a daze.

Lu Yuan noticed that the surrounding scene seemed to be changing.

 He is also changing.

 The perfect demonic body faded away, and he became thin and small.

 In front of me is not the gloomy and decaying secret sky, but a classroom with bright windows.

The invigilator, who was wearing metal-framed glasses and with the hem of his white shirt tucked into his pants, raised his hand and glanced at his watch, and reminded: "Please note, candidates, there are only five minutes left before handing in the paper!"

 Sitting in the examination room, wearing a neat and clean white school uniform.

 The afternoon sun shines in from outside the window and shines on the test paper in front of him.

 The last big question is left blank.

 The draft paper is filled with erroneous derivation processes that have been crossed out and overturned.

His hand holding the pen already felt sore, and a thin layer of sweat had already appeared on his forehead and the tip of his nose.

 But his eyes remained calm.

 He did not give up.

Lu Yuan picked up the pen and gently wrote on the manuscript paper. The tip of the pen touched the paper and made a rustling sound.

 Five minutes left.

 He can still calculate it one last time.

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  【28】

Lu Yuan sat quietly on a piece of ruins, and the air distortion caused by the demon body seemed to become weaker.

His breath was constantly restrained, and his black hair, several meters long, was spread like a waterfall.

 He seemed to be asleep.

 It seems like he is just thinking with his eyes closed.

The brief lull in the battle allowed Xie Jun and the other two people, who were watching the battle from a distance, to slowly recover from their dazed state.

 So far, the shock and impact this battle has brought to them is estimated to be more than the sum of their next hundred S-level evil mystical realms.

Although I don’t know what agreement was reached between Lu Yuan and the man who broke out of the black dome.

 Why did the good people suddenly have a truce?

But Xie Jun and the others were extremely certain at this moment - the man born in the black dome must win this battle!

 He is so powerful!

  It is so powerful that the three of them can hardly imagine what level of masters are needed to be able to shake him even a little bit.

 It was so powerful that the three of them had the urge to kneel down and worship him several times.

 He is almost invincible!

"Walk!"

 Xie Jun took a deep breath and made a quick decision.

The other two people had no objections.

 The three of them turned around quickly, but did not dare to walk too fast for fear of attracting the attention of the scary man.

 Although all his attention now is on Lu Yuan, who is also extremely strong.

But who knows whether the monarch sitting high on the throne will suddenly become interested in the ants crawling under his feet?

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In the examination room, the young man in white is completely out of sight, holding a pen like a sword, making rustling sounds.

 In the ruins, Lu Yuan closed his eyes, thousands or even tens of thousands of thoughts colliding in his mind every second.

“The power of super-kill is not enough. Even the lethality after stacking combos is not enough.”

“To break his defense, I must increase the explosive power of a single skill.”

“There are still two skill points left, maybe I can increase the level of [Super Kill-Thousand Crows Song Moon] at lv2.

 Reaching lv3, if there is a qualitative change in power, there may be a chance to break the defense of Gubrent, the king of pretentiousness. "

 But as soon as this idea arose, it was immediately rejected by Lu Yuan.

The young man in white clothes in the examination room gently crossed out an idea he had just deduced on the draft paper with a pen.

“No, it’s too slim to rely on a lv3 super-killer.”

 “I want greater certainty.

 Perhaps I can try to merge the three super-kills into one."

 A new idea appears.

 Then more and more spiritual light burst out.

“It’s not just super-kill, sure-kill, and even ordinary skills can be integrated into it.

 The more I fuse, the more perfect the fusion is, the better the fusion effect is. The greater my chance of winning. "

 In the examination room, the eyes of the young man in white shone slightly.

His fair and handsome face was covered with a thin layer of sweat, which seemed to be glowing slightly in the sunlight, and his face showed joy.

 He is convinced that this is the most correct way to solve the problem.

 He quickly picked up his pen and wrote—

 1 skill point disappears, and lv2 [Invincible Instinct] is raised to lv3 (full level).

 Another skill point disappeared, and lv1 [Flash of Spirit] was also raised to lv2.

There is nothing stingy about Lu Yuan.

 2 skill points are really not worth mentioning compared to what "He" left for himself.

 Upgrading completed.

 The battle consciousness of the king level has quietly risen to another level. Now it is the supreme level? Tongtiandai?

The [Flash of Inspiration] at level 2 was lucky enough to be triggered as soon as it was upgraded.

 In an instant, if the thinking speed before Lu Yuan was as fast as lightning.

 So now

 His thoughts become light.

Several career panels seemed to be glowing.

Countless skill information and insights are stripped out and converged towards one point in the mind.

 Countless inspirations are being woven quickly.

Gradually.

 The rudiments of something begin to emerge.

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【9】

【8】

Han Xun is flying with a knife. The closer he gets to the target, the slower his speed becomes, and the more solemn his expression becomes.

The light screen projected by the pupil showed that an extremely powerful wave of evil energy was indeed detected in front of him.

 But wherever the data is displayed, they are all displayed in rows—? ? ? ?

Han Xun knew exactly what this meant.

 He slowly tightened his grip on the hilt of his icy-cold sword.

 Rationality told him that the most correct thing to do now was to turn around and return.

 But it belongs to the dignity of a four-winged flying bear general.

 But it drove his body to continue moving forward.

“At least, we should clearly see the existence emitting this wave of evil energy.

　　What does it look like? "

 He thought as he slowly flew forward.

 Until, a figure finally appeared in his sight.

A figure was quietly suspended in the air, covered with black crow feathers, and dressed in luxurious and beautiful armor, like a proud and noble figure like an ancient king.

 He was standing leisurely, lowering his head gracefully to comb the occasionally messy feathers on his body.

 He seemed to sense Han Xun's arrival.

He cast a faint glance.

　　The moment I was struck by that gaze.

Han Xun's body trembled slightly, his iceberg-like face moved.

The right hand holding the ice-blue sword tightly wanted to take action several times, but was dissuaded by an extremely strong sense of crisis and the shadow of death.

Intuition told him—

 He drew his sword.

　　means death.

 There is absolutely no possibility of a second outcome.

 Fortunately, the figure quickly retracted his gaze and seemed not to take him to heart, still looking leisurely and casual.

Han Xun's right hand holding the knife relaxed slightly.

He heard the sound of his own breath exhaling as if he was still in danger.

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  【3】

  Countdown to the last few seconds.

The bell ringing for the end of the exam and handing in papers is just around the corner.

The young man in white clothes in the examination room is writing faster and faster at his desk, his eyes are getting brighter and brighter, and he is getting closer and closer to the final answer.

  In the ruins, the road is far away as I sit cross-legged with my eyes closed, and my eyes move faster and faster under my eyelids.

 The light that is constantly being woven into shape in my mind is becoming more and more prosperous.

 “Are you okay yet?”

Gubrent, the king of pretense, finished combing his last feather and looked at the road below with a calm expression.

 “It’s better to give up.

 I’m starting to feel that now.”

The handsome man in armor said casually: "Maybe you are not the person He said, and you are not the person I am waiting for."

Lu Yuan closed his eyes and was quiet, as if he didn't hear him.

 The handsome man shook his head slightly.

【2】

【1--】

"Jingle Bell-"

 The end of exam bell rang.

 The young man in white in the examination room finished writing the last step of solving the problem and put down his pen with a calm expression.

 The countdown of the panel ends.

 In the ruins, Lu Yuan opened his eyes and stood up.

 A strange wave spread out as he stood up.

 The handsome man raised his eyes calmly.

The three men of Xie Jun who were trying to sneak away suddenly paused and then turned around.

Han Xun, who had a trickle of sweat on his forehead, suddenly looked up.

At this moment, everyone in the mournful ruins subconsciously looked in the same direction for some unknown reason.

  Although there is still a long way to go, countless people are paying attention to it.

 At this time, he was laughing.

 In his white eyes, a little gold quietly fainted.

 Then the golden color quickly spread on him.

Those scarlet blood vessel patterns are filled with strange golden energy.

Perfect demonic body, the two colors of jet black and gold are intertwined, blending into an indescribable mysterious and noble aura.

This strange, eye-catching, mysterious golden moment appears.

　　It disappeared after a long way.

 The sound in the whole world suddenly disappeared.

 Time stops at this moment.

 Everyone’s thinking is slowed down and lengthened.

Then.

 They saw a beam of light.

 A beam of brilliant golden light flashed across the sky and the earth.

This golden light is like the first ray of sunshine shining on the earth in the morning.

 It is also like the last ray of light left by the setting sun.

 The entire space seemed to be divided into two, cut in half.

 Everyone was in a trance.

 As if completely lost in this charming moment of brilliance.

 Lu Yuan’s figure appeared again.

 Appeared behind the handsome man who was the king of ancient Brent.

 The countdown on the panel has completely reached zero, and he is slowly exiting the [Demon] form at this time.

His body size shrank rapidly and gradually returned to his normal fair and handsome appearance.

His face was calm, and the wings of death air spread out behind his back to prevent his body from falling downwards.

Then he looked quietly at the King of Ancient Brent in front of him.

 The King of Ancient Brunt was also looking at him.

His expression looked a little stunned, and his eyes, which had always been so proud and indifferent, finally changed.

 He lowered his head and looked at his chest.

There, the exquisite black armor was shattered from nowhere.

  Revealing the flesh underneath.

 There are broken crow feathers falling down, and when you peel back the scattered feathers, you can see—

 A long and narrow opening quietly appeared on the chest.

 Although the wound has been healing rapidly.

but.

 He was indeed injured.

 “What is this move called?”

The handsome man, King of Ancient Brent, stared at his wounds for a long time, and finally couldn't help but speak.

Lu Yuan glanced at the skills that had just been unlocked and were shining brightly on the career panel.

 In a rather casual tone, he replied calmly: "No style."

　　【Congratulations, you have mastered the independent finishing skill - Wu Shi! 】

 【Finishing Move—No Style】!

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