Over a hundred peculiar blade techniques melded with the spread out crimson domain, causing the space around to follow the blade work. In an instant, there was nothing but flashes of blades, almost like the entire space was a dance floor. It was completely pressuring that Rothwell Mane. While pressuring him, it shrank more, the blade work condensed on him too.
Rothwell Mane was trapped within!
It was almost like he was trapped in a little house, and was being slashed at by large amounts of blade flashes!
This technique from Time scribbles didn't have a name, Messy Void was a name he gave it himself.
"Hahaha..." A loud laugh resounded. Rothwell Mane stood his ground, almost as though he was admiring David's performance.
"Rise!"
Rothwell Mane's lips curled into a smile, simultaneously assassination weapons rose from all around him. At least 1,000 of them completely covering Rothwell Mane. Every one of them under the flashes of lightning gleamed like dazzling metals, the arc blade edge was terrifying.
"What!" David's expression changed greatly. He had initially wanted to rely on speed to kill him, however how could he compete with the speed of spirit weapons? That was suicide!
"Go!"
Rothwell Mane waved, immediately the blur of countless weapons covered the skies and shot in all directions. Even though the hundred thread movement was very shocking, making one unable to accurately deduce the person's position, however with countless weapons shooting in all directions, it definitely spelled trouble. Although, using such quantity would diminish the power.
However, the enemy was celestial level 2. Any one of those weapons could easily kill a normal galaxy warrior
"Dang! Dang!" David's movement was unpredictable, however the number of weapons shot at him was simply too many. Wielding the blade, he continuously blocked 10 of them. Even though he managed to deflect them away, they still affected his movement.
"Haha..." Rothwell Mane's laugh continued. The rest of his dancing weapons all curved and simultaneously headed towards David. The air trembled and split apart, as up to a 1,000 assassination weapons shot at him. David's expression grew heavy, his eyes were staring coldly at Rothwell Mane!
A formless consciousness pressure fiercely smashed into Rothwell Mane's consciousness.
"Hmph!" Rothwell Mane looked angrily at David. Simultaneously around him were 3 gold lights that surrounded his body and then shot at David together.
"So troublesome. A fighter against a mental art practitioner would naturally be at a disadvantage. But to meet a mental art practitioner a few levels above me." David knew that he couldn't win anymore.
No matter how strong his comprehension of the origin laws were, and how powerful his movement was, as long as there was an army of different types of start weapons that attacked, there may still be a chance.
However if the opponent was a few levels above, how could he battle?
Even the Werewolf gene, before training techniques like Fiend of the world, just using it's natural talents, it could at most fight it out with an opponent a levels higher, and destroy humans that were 2 level higher than itself.
Xiu! Xiu! Xiu!
3 golden lights as fast as lightning were shot out. David's speed, no matter how fast it was, he still couldn't dodge them in time. One beam shot through David's throat, piercing right through and simultaneously the pressure from the shot caused his head to become a mess.
Pu Tong!
David fell.
"What terrifying consciousness, just who is he. His consciousness is even stronger than mine, and his comprehension of the laws are so high." Rothwell Mane walked towards the body. He looked at it and was shocked. "What a pity, a peak cosmic lord actually dared to come assassinate me. Such an attempt is just suicide. Let me see just who it is!"
With a thought, he ripped apart the mask and lifted the mask to reveal the youth's face.
"Too weak!" The youth suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze malevolent as it glowed pure red.
"Eh!"
Rothwell Mane's eyes looked down. His chest had already been stabbed by a large pale and skinny hand. It had pierced straight into his life core, it was a pity that his life core was but a normal human race's core and was no where as perverted as that of a Werewolf gene.