vstars Chapter 226 Sha 2 Lang
Chapter 226 Sha 2 Lang
Prada had traveled through the Golden Sands for many years and had seen all sorts of masters, including many with immense strength, but only today had Prada witnessed what truly unparalleled power was.
boom!
A series of powerful punches that tore through the air suddenly slammed into Prada. The punch was so powerful that even though Prada blocked with his sword, he was still sent flying more than ten meters away.
Ugh!
He coughed up a mouthful of blood and Prada couldn't help but kneel down on the ground, sword in hand. At that moment, his arms were numb and he felt a constant pain in his chest.
So strong! ! !
In just one brief exchange, Prada confirmed Sajiro's strength: undeniable superhuman strength. He had seen many strong people, but this was the first time someone could leave him breathless with a single punch.
Clearly, Sajiro had greatly shocked Prada, and alarm bells were ringing in her mind at the same time. This was Sajiro's first official attack in this match, and the power he displayed made Prada feel a bit more afraid.
This guy... is not easy to deal with...
Even after Prada was knocked away, Sajiro did not stop, continuing to move forward with his strong legs.
His eyes were bloodshot, and he was breathing heavily. Judging from the rise and fall of his chest, he was extremely angry.
Of course, he was not angry for Prada, nor was he moving forward for Prada. His only goal from beginning to end was the Shah in the stands.
"Don't you dare bully my dad..."
As Shajiro spoke, he moved forward, and coincidentally, Prada was positioned right in front of King Sha, which caused Shajiro to keep pressing towards him.
Prada assumed that Sajiro was doing this because of himself. After all, it was a competition, so how could anyone cry and look for their father?
Definitely not...
Faced with the aggressive approach of Sajiro, Prada also endured the pain and stood up from the ground. Of course, he did not know Sajiro's thoughts and assumed that Sajiro wanted to press his advantage and continue to attack him.
snort!
I don't think about it!
Prada shouted and charged forward with his longsword in hand. He was a man of considerable reputation, so how could he back down?
Shajiro was momentarily stopped by his shout, but then started moving again. Before he could even take a step, a figure flashed in front of him.
Swish! ! !
The powerful blow struck Shajiro's chest with a sudden slash. Although no blood gushed out, the furrowed brows indicated that the attack had clearly been effective.
However, before Prada could show any joy, a red light flashed in the eyes of Sajiro in front of him.
"Flies are so annoying!!"
call! !
A strong wind pressed down on him, and a terrifying sense of oppression swept over him. Prada no longer had time to care about Sajiro's strange way of addressing him, because if he didn't concentrate on dodging this punch, he would definitely be crushed to pieces!
call! ! !
The iron fist grazed Prada's cheek, the powerful gust of wind tearing at his face and causing a sharp pain. But what terrified him even more was that as the iron fist missed its target and slammed into the ground, a deafening roar echoed throughout the entire arena at the very moment of contact.
boom! ! !
well.....
Prada was at a loss for words to describe this guy. Looking at the ground with its faint cracks, Prada's eyes were filled with fear.
The surface of the Cactus Arena is no ordinary structure; it is made of specially treated stone and engraved with professional defensive magic, making it capable of withstanding quite powerful battles.
However, this arena, which had witnessed hundreds and thousands of battles, was smashed out of the magic circle by Sajiro's angry attack, and there were faint signs of cracking.
Prada couldn't even imagine how he would react if he were punched in the body.
This guy is trying to kill me!
Prada recalled the terrifying punch he had just received, and his fear grew even stronger.
In the arena of the Gods War, killing will not result in arrest. As long as both parties stand on the stage, it is equivalent to automatically signing a life-or-death contract. If one party is killed by the other, the authorities will not care at all, and will even praise the victor.
Under these rules, Prada was already considering retreating. Facing this monstrous guy, he no longer had the desire to fight. If it weren't for the public opinion surrounding him, he would have jumped off the stage long ago.
Be careful of his fists, or you might accidentally lose your life...
As Prada watched Sajiro turn his head, he secretly devised a plan. However, Sajiro didn't give him much time to think. As soon as he turned around, he suddenly strode over.
call! ! !
It was another powerful blow, and Prada's eyes were filled with fear as he watched the strong wind from the punch.
Is this guy a mad dog? Does he need to work so hard?!
Prada thought that her attack had angered Sajiro, which was why he was being so relentlessly pursued. But on the contrary, Sajiro was not acting like a mad dog because Prada had angered him.
It was because he felt Prada was an annoying fly, a fly that kept preventing him from going to his father, which made him very irritated.
So he began to attack the fly. From beginning to end, he was just instinctively chasing the fly away. He didn't even consider Prada as an opponent because Prada was too weak.
Although it could cause him pain, it couldn't even break through his skin. How could such a person be worthy of being his opponent?
boom! ! !
While both were pondering, another heavy punch came down. This punch was so skillfully delivered that Prada had no way to dodge it. So, after swallowing, he began to forcefully block the attack.
boom! ! !
A loud bang rang out, and the moment the heavy punch landed, Prada didn't even last three seconds before being forced to his knees by the blow.
Ugh!
Prada felt a sweet taste in his throat, as if blood was about to gush out, but before he could cough it up, the heavy fist that had been slamming down suddenly transformed into a claw, grabbing his neck directly. Along with it came Sajiro's other hand, which grabbed Prada's body.
"Die!!!"
With a shout, Sajiro lifted Prada high into the air and slammed her to the ground!
one strike!
boom! ! !
Two strikes!
boom! ! !
Before the third blow landed, Prada foamed at the mouth and fainted. Sajiro immediately stopped attacking. King Sajiro had taught him that one should not continue to attack an enemy who had fainted.
After all, although the rules do not restrict killing, you cannot kill openly in front of everyone. Accidental killing is acceptable, but intentional killing is not.
After Prada fell unconscious, the victor was naturally eliminated, and cheers erupted like a landslide. But Sajiro ignored them all and, to everyone's bewilderment, ran straight towards the exit.
He's still looking for his father!