Chapter 2258 Black Skull Universe Pirates! (1)
The appearance of the Poison Curse Flame Spear left the martial warriors of the opposing Poison Boar Race momentarily stunned.
However, with their rich combat experience, especially during the time they were enslaved, they faced life-and-death situations many times, quickly regaining their composure.
"Roar!"
A furious roar erupted from their leader, and as the seemingly identical legacy battle technique approached, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes. The Poison and Fire Force surged within him, once again condensing into the Poison Curse Flame Spear.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh…
In an instant, these Poison Curse Flame Spears directly clashed with the oncoming attack.
He didn"t believe the opponent mastered the Poison Curse Flame Spear. It was probably just imitation. The true power of the Poison Curse Flame Spear wasn"t something easily learned.
At this moment, the Poison Boar Race martial warriors had the same thoughts as Guizang Yan.
They couldn"t help but deceive themselves. This situation was a bit… unimaginable.
Which martial warrior could learn someone else"s martial technique with just a glance?
Even eternal-stage martial warriors couldn"t achieve such a feat.
It was unrealistic and against the principles of martial arts!
w.a.n.g Teng could somewhat guess their thoughts, and all he could respond with was two words — Haha!
Boom!
The next moment, the two attacks collided, and two cl.u.s.ters of emerald-green flames erupted, swirling and spreading in all directions.
The constant clashes of the emerald-green flames created a deadlock between the two sides.
However, soon after, the emerald-green flames on the side of the Poison Boar Race martial warrior began to retreat steadily.
It was like two poisonous creatures engaged in a battle, but with different levels of strength, one side was bound to fall into a disadvantage sooner or later.
The leader of the Poison Boar Race martial warrior showed a slight change in expression, displaying disbelief.
His Poison Curse Flame Spear was inferior to the opponent"s!
Was this a joke?
A mocking curve appeared at the corner of w.a.n.g Teng"s mouth. Although his mastery of the Poison Curse Flame Spear was only at a well-versed level, it was superior to the opponent"s.
The Poison Force contained within was the poison of the Demon Lotus Poison Body, far surpa.s.sing ordinary Poison Force.
The power of flames, likewise, was not ordinary fire but a fusion of several beast flames.
With the combined influence of these two special powers, the opponent"s Poison Curse Flame Spear naturally couldn"t match up to w.a.n.g Teng"s version.
It could be said that these techniques, when wielded by w.a.n.g Teng, often exhibited a power far greater than their original owner.
The emerald-green flames recoiled as if being swept back by a violent wind. The expression on the Poison Boar Race martial warrior"s face turned unpleasant, tinged with a hint of panic. He quickly withdrew, but it was too late.
Boom!
The emerald-green flames directly engulfed him, and a miserable scream echoed.
The Poison Boar Race martial warrior was wrapped in flames, struggling futilely to dispel the fire.
As the flames burned, numerous emerald-green patterns instantly appeared on his body, spreading from his neck to his face. They were remarkably similar to the patterns on Yizang Xinuo"s palm.
"This…" Yizang Xinuo was completely stunned.
This was the opponent"s legacy battle technique!
Identical!
Even the effects were so eerily similar.
She couldn"t help but glance at her palm, then looked at the Poison Boar Race martial warrior struggling in front of her. She was unable to suppress a s.h.i.+ver.
This martial technique was so terrifying. If completely enveloped, she might end up looking like this.
At the same time, Hengzang Mo, Guizang Yan, and the others saw this scene too. They were astounded.
Did he really learn the battle technique of the Poison Boar Race?
"Tun Shan!" A shout erupted from the mouths of several slaves, a mix of shock and anger. They hadn"t expected their comrade to be dealt with so easily, resulting in a significant loss of their fighting strength.
"You can"t escape," Hengzang Mo blocked an attack from one of the slaves and shouted.
These slaves had a good plan. They wanted to catch the talents of the five families and force them to submit to them. That way, they could escape.
Unfortunately, they underestimated the strength of the five families" rising stars. Even though the slaves outnumbered them, they couldn"t completely subdue them for the time being.
"Hmph!"
A cold snort suddenly echoed, and three heaven-stage slaves rushed in from behind.
These slaves were originally imprisoned in the underground dungeons of the Five Burials Hotel, but for some reason, they escaped. Now, even heaven-stage slaves appeared. It seemed like the hotel"s defenders were either killed or restrained, temporarily unable to break free.
"Make way!" One of the heaven-stage martial warriors had a stern expression, his gaze fixed on Hengzang Mo and the others. This was their only chance, and there was no room for error.
"d.a.m.n it!" Hengzang Mo, Guizang Yan, and the others had a slight change in expression. They were ultimately separated by a major realm from the heaven stage. what"s more, there were three heaven-stage martial warriors. Even if they could engage in cross-tier battles, they couldn"t guarantee victory.
Moreover, these slaves possessed a fierce determination to fight to the death, making them even more terrifying than ordinary warriors.
They were forced into a corner, with no choice but to fight desperately for a glimmer of hope.
Facing such opponents was undoubtedly the most terrifying.
Boom!
A heaven-stage martial warrior pressed his hand down and congregated his Force into a palm imprint. He wanted to suppress the three martial warriors.
Hengzang Mo, Guizang Yan, and the others immediately felt an immense force pus.h.i.+ng down on them, veins bulging on their foreheads.
"Get lost!"
An angry roar came out of Guizang Yan"s mouth. He was burning with anger. As a talent, he wouldn"t allow himself to be suppressed by a bunch of slaves.
The next moment, a war blade appeared in his hand. He slashed it out with a terrifying blaze of flames.
Boom!
The palm imprint was unexpectedly blocked in mid-air, and cracks even appeared on it.