Legend of the Asura

Feng Xiao smirked, and said indifferently: "Poor little clown. If I wanted to kill you, you would have died eight hundred times over. I'm glad I didn't trample you to death before you could be arrogant, because your shield of money … Tsk tsk, this really is a pretty good skill. This seems to be your first time starting it. "Because …" Feng Xiao revealed a mocking smile, "Once this skill is activated, I can't cancel it for the rest of my life."

Seeing Xiao Dao's surprised face, Feng Xiao continued to say: "What a sad skill. From today onwards, you probably won't even dare to fight monsters anymore. Just a casual touch from a powerful monster would result in the loss of several thousand gold coins. "No matter how much gold you have, it doesn't seem like you can afford the cost."

Xiao Dao was startled, but he laughed disdainfully, "Although I don't understand how you knew it, so what? Hehe, with my current strength, level is completely useless for me. Is there even a need to level up? "

He used money as his life and money as his attack. In a situation where the shield could not be removed, levels were useless and unnecessary.

"Is that so..." Feng Xiao raised his right hand, and a huge golden bow appeared in his hand. At the same time, a green colored arrow took the shape of a golden bowstring. The gold coins you have should belong to the Soul Extinguisher Sect. The Eastern Ocean Continent's Bird Emperor was truly willing to part with so much money to support an organization that was located in China. However... If all the money on you falls out in the blink of an eye... "Tsk tsk, many people's faces must be ugly."

Xiao Dao's expression changed as he burst out laughing, "Hahahaha... Shura, you can't be so naive as to think you can defeat me, right? Ridiculous! It's really ridiculous! "

A clock, small enough to attract no one's attention, formed on the top of the knife and rotated a square in reverse. The same clock moved a square above the head of the wind.

Xiao Dao's hand was filled with gold coins. Besides himself, no one knew how much it was. Maybe ten thousand, maybe a hundred thousand, maybe even a million. He swept his eyes arrogantly over the audience, as if he was making a final demonstration before the end of the fight. He was oblivious to the fact that his movements had become abnormally slow in the eyes of others.

The slow but ear-piercing voice brought with it an earth-shattering rain of curses and even more intense shouts. As the golden light in Xiao Dao's hand was thrown out, cries of alarm and nervousness resounded throughout the entire arena. Everyone widened their eyes as their entire body nervously twitched … Asura couldn't be defeated!

The corner of Feng Xiao's mouth curled up into a strange smile, and there was even a hint of relief in his smile. The moment Xiao Dao waved his hand, he clearly saw the information on the "Throw money" skill. The little bit of pressure he felt in his heart vanished.

A throw distance of 20 meters … Tch!

The knife's perception of time was reduced by 30%. Even the skill he used had been reduced by 30%. In Feng Xiao's eyes, the gold coin's flying speed was like a stone thrown by a three year old child, without any threat at all. He rushed towards the gold coin with disdain. Just as the gold coin was about to reach his body, he dodged it and arrived in front of Xiao Dao, who had not gotten enough time to retract his hand.

Pow!

A loud slap landed heavily on Xiao Dao's face. It was surprisingly loud. The arena quieted down in an instant. Following that, it burst into cheers of joy. There were exaggerated shouts everywhere. When Xiu Luo had slapped the baleful clouds to death, they had only felt reluctance, silence, and even a bit of fear. However, the same slap on their face caused them to feel so comfortable that they almost jumped to their feet.

"Hahahaha..." Good fight! Good fight! "

"Asura!" Kill him! Let the f * cking little Japanese dog act arrogantly. "

"Asura!" Good fight! Good fight! "

Perhaps because he used too much strength, even though he was in between the hard armor, Feng Xiao still felt a faint pain in his right hand. He unhappily shook his wrist, glanced at the knife that was hit 720 degrees, and disdainfully said: "I don't really like people acting arrogantly in front of me."

This resounding slap across the face of all the Japanese players caused their expressions to turn ugly.

The power that almost knocked his entire head off left Xiao Dao's mind completely blank. He did not even hear the warning sound of punishment. When he finally reacted and smiled coldly at Xiao Feng Xiao, his face revealed the same horrifying malevolence as the baleful wind. He had finally personally experienced the humiliation that the baleful wind had suffered earlier. The only difference was that the baleful cloud was being humiliated in front of all the Chinese players, while he was being humiliated in front of all the Chinese players, even the entire East Ocean Continent and the entire world! And now, those arrogant words had been slapped in public. This humiliation and mockery had increased exponentially.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Go to hell! Go to hell! "Go to hell!"

More than a million gold coins were thrown out by Xiao Dao like crazy, and his attack range was almost all that was in front of him. The instant he moved, Feng Xiao already shot out an Asura Thrust at an unhurried pace to stop his shadow, and then, in the blink of an eye, he was already over thirty meters away. With a wave of his right hand, the violent "Tornado Arrow" mercilessly shot out through the sky of gold coins towards Xiao Dao.

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Currently, Feng Xiao could shoot out six arrows in a second, and this "second" was relative to the time he could sense. In the eyes of ordinary people, what he shot out every second was … Eight arrows. And in the eyes of the knife... Eleven arrows!

19995, -40252, -40882, -39984, -20002, -40223...

From this moment on, the world finally began to reevaluate the strength of the Chinese Asura. Within the storm of arrows, the Shura's damage per second was roughly … More than 200,000 RMB!

The feeling of being wreaked havoc by the violent winds was more than enough. After throwing out several gold coins, the completely crazed Xiao Dao finally realized that the distance between him and the Shura was too far. As he charged forward, he discovered that his body was being tightly pulled by an irresistible force. He was shocked and began to struggle with all his might, trying to break free of the shadow's restraints. However, the Congealed Shadow Divine Technique could even stop a Spiritual Beast for more than ten seconds, let alone a small Level 52 Assassin.

"Boss really wants to throw away all his gold coins. Hehe, this is too ludicrous!" Xiao Tian laughed heartily, but then he thought of something and muttered: "But, what if that Eastern Ocean Saber couldn't bear it any longer and surrendered? [This bunch of Japanese people are so mean …]

Without anyone's reminder, most of the people had already opened the money ranking. Their eyebrows were dancing as they watched the number seven on the list drop rapidly. In 30 seconds, Xiao Dao had finally broken free from his bindings. However, his money had fallen by more than 7 million!

The terrifying number, the number that caused the world to be shocked, caused the Chinese players to be unable to stop themselves from shouting out loud.

The storm continued to wreak havoc, and the golden numbers continued to surge. Xiao Dao slapped himself in the face and forced himself to calm down. He had 250 million HP and an attack that could kill him in an instant. How could he lose? How could he lose!

However, what made his heart colder and colder was that even though he had broken free from the restraining force of the arrows, his body was being repelled by the arrows. No matter how hard he tried to dodge or rush forward, he was unable to do so. As he retreated in the rain of arrows, cold sweat started to form on his body. His previously inflated confidence began to waver, and uneasiness rapidly grew in his heart. His invincible attack power, in front of the Shura, was unexpectedly useless!

Feng Xiao expressionlessly continued to shoot out his Storm Arrow, locking onto his body and not giving him any chance to escape. As Xiao Dao was pushed back, he moved forward, not giving him any chance to get out of the range of the Wind Arrow. Until he was forced to the edge of the arena, nailed to an invisible barrier, unable to retreat.

Soul Extinguisher's expression became darker and darker. He picked up the phone and fiercely said, "What are you doing?!" Quick, charge over and kill him! "

"I... No …. There was … Do... "Fa …"

Soul Extinguisher's heart went cold. He finally realized that he had underestimated the Asura. The development of the situation had already deviated far from the path they had anticipated.

The range of the Storm Arrow was 50 meters, and under the extreme luck of Feng Xiao, every two arrows were enough to trigger a repelling effect, and the critical hit rate was even higher than 50%. Xiao Dao, who was firmly locked in place, tried countless times but was sorrowful to discover that not to mention escaping, it was extremely difficult to even move the slightest bit. Xiao Dao, who was completely locked in place, could not help it.

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