The Supreme One

Chapter 399 Complete Madness

This is to constantly absorb the essence of Tong Mian, transform it into nutrients, and continuously strengthen itself.

I'm afraid that if Xia Xian holds on for a while longer, he won't even have to defeat Tong Mian directly, he will be attacked by these evil eyes!

Xia Xian also had sweat on his forehead at this moment, and it was obvious that he was not feeling relaxed. Even a hundred points of his brain power were being used to support this battle.

Tong Mian's speed was simply too fast, several times faster than his. If Xia Xian wanted to defend himself, he could only anticipate the enemy's moves. Often, before Tong Mian's next attack came, Xia Xian already knew his attack method and would take action in advance.

Tong Mian's attacks seemed to deliberately hit Xia Xian's defense and were constantly being resolved and counterattacked.

Unfortunately, although Tong Mian has gone mad and basically lost his self-will, relying entirely on his fighting instinct to control his body, the gradual recovery of the giant pupil on his forehead has supported the giant pupil of spiritual power in the sky to continue to play a role, maintaining all-round suppression of Xia Xian.

But the price is the ever-growing evil eye and the ever-weakening soul.

The injuries from this battle have caused him irreversible soul damage. I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to even enter the realm of manifestation of the Gods now.

He was clearly the number one in the academy and had great potential for enlightenment in the future, but now he has to fight like this just for a ranking. Many people feel sorry for him.

But this was also his own choice. He asked for it and got what he wanted. Unfortunately, it seemed that he couldn't defeat Xia Xian.

Most people may not be able to see Tong Mian's movements clearly, but they can see clearly Xia Xian's twisting and turning as if she is dancing.

The force has been exerted only on the left side all along, and his feet have not even moved. It is obvious that he has a very relaxed attitude, or he treats it as a training and does not take it seriously enough.

After a year of getting along, everyone in the Changqing Club was basically familiar with each other. Several familiar people came to the side of Sheng Wuya and the other two, and couldn't help but ask curiously: "Brother Ya, is there any explanation for the president's right hand not moving?"

"I'm not sure about this. It might not be what I think."

"It's still possible. Didn't my brother say that before?"

The tacit communication between the two made the people around them completely confused and they had no idea what they were talking about.

Even Gou Shou, who was standing by, was scratching his head, unable to react for a moment to what the two of them meant.

His thinking speed is fast, but it is too direct and narrow. The breadth of his thinking is still limited by his own talent, and he can't associate too many things.

But he just kept going back and forth a few more times, using the divergent thinking that Xia Xian taught him, and soon got the answer, with a look of sudden enlightenment.

"Brother Gou, have you thought about it? Tell me quickly."

Several equally tall members of the Fighting Department put their arms around Gou Shou's shoulders and tried to get the answer in advance, but Gou Shou also shook his head.

He still has a sense of confidentiality, especially when he often hears other people whispering in a low voice with his hearing far beyond that of ordinary people. He knows that some things need to be kept confidential, so it is better not to say them out loud.

Even if the other person is trustworthy, once the words are spoken, they will leave a trace in the world and are no longer a secret.

He just watched the fierce battle on the stage, estimated silently and said: "Don't worry, you will see it soon."

At this moment, Tong Mian seemed to have completely lost his self-awareness, and even his brain seemed to be replaced by the evil pupil on his forehead, controlling his body to attack continuously.

But this evil eye was ultimately planted by external force. Even though it was controlled by the same blood as him and continued to attack under his powerful will, when he gradually lost consciousness and without the continuous input of will, it naturally slowed down its movements.

Its purpose is not to attack others, but to attack the host!

However, when it encounters a body with a compatible bloodline, it will choose to use it as a breeding ground for its own growth. It will no longer choose to kill the host, but to preserve its life as its puppet.

At this moment, Tong Mian's body has overdrawn too much vitality. If it continues, even Lord Gu Rong will find it difficult to recover.

This evil eye, which did not have much intelligence, naturally put its own safety first. After its speed gradually slowed down, it suddenly seized an opportunity to flash back and instantly retreated to the protective shield on the other side.

The huge evil pupil raised up and looked at the huge spiritual eye in the air that occupied most of its power. It also wanted to take it back immediately to replenish and improve itself.

But just as the spiritual eye fluctuated, Tong Mian's body suddenly stopped in place, twitching involuntarily, and the pair of eyes that had been squeezed to a slit by the huge pupils that occupied half of his head opened with difficulty.

"No, no! I must win today!"

The evil pupil tried to unlock the secret technique of covering the evil sky and earth, which immediately triggered the mind of Tong Mian that had been maintaining it, and awakened its remaining instinctive consciousness.

At this moment, he didn't have much thinking ability, and only that one obsession supported him.

He had never expected that even if he attacked at close range, he still couldn't hurt Xia Xian at all. Even though it seemed that he was gradually gaining the upper hand, he simply couldn't afford to waste time!

Who knows what other cards Xia Xian, who seems to be finding it increasingly difficult to defend, has up his sleeve, but he can no longer wait!

It’s time to reveal the final trump card.

Tong Mian looked at the figure in the distance that had become blurred. He pointed to the sky with one hand to solidify the Eye of Spiritual Power in the sky, and suddenly hit himself with the other hand.

His five fingers were like knives, stabbing into his chest and pinching the heart that was still beating hard.

"Burning blood!"

"He's crazy, crazy, he's really crazy! Is he going to completely give up his future?!"

Everyone in the audience was in disbelief. Even Tian Yuan Ling, who had been suffering from a serious blow, was equally in disbelief.

The secret art of burning blood cannot be considered a spiritual art, but rather a skill. It is a skill that burns the fused blood in the body and stimulates the high-level power that already exists there.

Ordinary blood melters don’t even know how to use it, and each bloodline has its own different blood burning techniques.

Only those inherited families have enough time and resources to study these things as a last resort.

But I'm afraid that the ancestors who developed this technique could not have imagined that there would be a madman in later generations who would use the secret technique of burning blood for a mere game that would not cause any loss of life.

Even since the emergence of the secret art of burning blood, there have been very few cases of its use. Normal descendants of a hereditary family would not have the opportunity to use it because of the protection of their elders before they come to exist.

It is usually during a war of genocide where no family member can escape danger that this secret technique will be fully activated, and a life-and-death battle will be fought with the enemy!