Chapter 128: The Inheritor

This is definitely not the Trentak common language! What this brunette young man is talking about is a language that should not have appeared in this world - this is a Shanghai dialect with a straightforward word!

How is this possible?

There is no adjective that can express Feng Kan's shock at this moment.

In modern times, an ancient and vibrant country in China, which is increasingly known by the world, it is no longer a strange thing for a blond and blue-eyed Westerner to open his mouth and speak fluently with Beijing films. However, if one day a disc with black smoke and sparks fell from the sky, a small dwarf with big heads and big eyes and green all over the body came out of it and said: "I'll be hungry!"... Then all the people in this scene will collapse.

Another time traveler? Don’t joke!

This thought kept flashing in Feng Kan's head, and his shock was beyond words. Although the other party simply said two words, it was tantamount to him. He should have felt kind and warm when he heard the local accent in a foreign country, but under such a strange situation, he felt a chill that could not be described in words and kept jumping from the soles of his feet to the top of his head!

In a thousandth of a second, a brief blank appeared in his brain, and the pressure exerted on his opponent unconsciously relaxed for a moment.

Although it was only a brief loss of mind, it was fatal in the fierce confrontation, especially when facing such a dangerous opponent! That is, the young black-haired man also found his gap and kicked him hard on the belly.

No matter how strong the abdominal muscles are, they cannot completely offset the huge force. The kick is like a heavy hammer and hits his lower abdomen directly through the tough abdominal muscles.

Feng Kan flew back with a muffled groan. He received the internal organs stirred by huge force, so he could not use any strength, let alone adjust his posture in the air. Although the time he could not effectively control his body was very short, short enough to less than two seconds, it was enough to make him fall heavily on the dry soil like a frog that jumped out of the pond. (People who do not fight often would not know that if a person's abdomen was hit by enough strength, it would cause neurotic spasms, and the muscles in the whole body would lose control for a short period of time, and the whole person would become soft. This has nothing to do with whether the willpower is strong or whether the body is strong enough. It is completely a physiological reaction of the organism itself. Although tough abdominal muscles can play a certain protective role, their ability to withstand is also limited. At the same time, there are many ways in the world to directly attack the internal organism through the abdominal muscles.)

After all, he was inexperienced and was confused by just two words. Since he arrived at Trentak, this was the first time Feng Kan suffered such a loss. Before he could take it out, he kicked him up to the sky. This made him extremely depressed, but even though he was depressed, the battle was not over yet, he was caught off guard and this account had to be doubled!

But he was fast, and the other party was not slow. Just when he wanted a carp to jump up, a giant sword shining with dark cold light had already hit his throat, causing his movements to stop.

At this moment, time seemed to have frozen. The black-haired young man looked at his opponent under the sword coldly, without any concealing his ridiculous and sarcastic expression in his eyes.

In an absolutely unfavorable situation, Feng Kan quickly calmed down at this time, and looked at the opponent who held the victory in his hands just in just two words.

Attacking one's heart first! - This is the trick he once told Jace, but at this moment he was cleanly cleaned up by someone using these four words. If he looked back and thought about it carefully, he didn't know whether he should cry or laugh.

However, neither crying nor laughing can change the current situation. Feng Kan, who was lying on the ground, looked at the opponent in front of him calmly. In order not to continue to stimulate the opponent, he relaxed the muscles in his body, but this was just a posture. Relaxing the muscles was also preparing for the next burst. If necessary, he could burst out enough strength to fight the opponent in a thousandth of a second.

At some point, the dark clouds in the gloomy night sky quietly revealed a gap, and a soft and cold moonlight passed through the layers of dark clouds and fell on this uninhabited path.

The cold moonlight slowly dissipated the shadows that enveloped the black-haired young man. For the first time, both sides could see clearly what their opponents looked like.

This is a young man with a slender figure. His short black hair is slightly messy. A bang on his forehead covers half of his bright eyes. The bridge of his nose is high and the tip of his nose is slightly curved downward. The angle of his chin is a bit sharp. Coupled with the expression without any slight fluctuation, he looks like a metallic cold and hard texture.

He was wearing a pair of armor that no one could recognize. The black armor made him completely integrated into the dark night, just like a drop of ink falling into the ink pond. The style of the armor was also very strange. It was neither like other common heavy metal armor nor leather light armor that only had initial defense capabilities. This was a fully composite armor. The chest and abdomen of the armor were ordinary plate armor styles, but the shoulder pads were not the common circular structure. The two shoulder pads, which looked in an inverted triangle, looked like some creature, were placed in a closed flying wing shape on the shoulders. The dull arm guards and legs were arranged in detail and densely, and the lines were swam in the naked eye and almost no traces.

The light blue light recognized by the method actually looks a bit similar to the electronic circuit on the integrated circuit board. The armor skirt on the waist and hips is obviously different from the armor on the other parts of the body. The armor skirt is not like other metal skirts. It is made of more than a dozen steel plates of different sizes. It is made of small black metal sheets that look like scales. If it is a fish scale armor, it is a bit inappropriate. The metal sheets that make up the armor skirt are really too small. Each small black metal sheet is not as big as a fingernail. The thousands of small metal sheets are arranged in an odd way in an orderly manner, looking like a smooth but tough snake skin.

The entire armor exudes a mysterious aura from head to toe, just like collecting the wings of a goshawk, the fangs of a lion, the claws of a cheetah, etc., and all the advantages of these powerful creatures standing at the top of the food chain, thus gathering into such an armor that exudes deadly charm in the darkness.

"Don't you want to say something?" After a stalemate for a while, Feng Kan asked lightly when he saw that the other party did not take any further action.

The black-haired young man's eyes swam for a moment, which made Grand Duke Francis, who was standing next to the two of them, stop his almost imperceptible steps.

When the gaze with obvious ridicule and sarcasm returned to Feng Kan again, the black-haired young man finally spoke, "It really disappointed me."

"Disappointed?" Feng Kan's eyes moved down, and the pupils of the heavy sword that was pressing against his throat quickly contracted.

The situation was urgent just now, and he did not observe the giant sword too carefully. When he saw the giant sword clearly, a storm surged in his heart again.

This giant sword looked so familiar. It was not until he calmed down that he remembered that the style of this giant sword was the iron-cutting sword used by Claude in "Final Fantasy VII"? The iron-cutting sword consisting of seven long swords of different sizes and different public sizes!

Who is this guy?

"...Do you think you have won?" This new discovery made him even more curious about the other party's identity. Not to mention this iron-killing sword, the single word "Nong Hao" was enough to attract most of his attention.

The black-haired young man was silent again, and the sword tip that was pressed against Feng Kan's throat slowly left the position where it was, hanging down weakly.

Feng Kan patted his butt and stood up, twisted his slightly sore neck casually, and looked at the young man with a gray face.

The black-haired young man was now holding a long sword "buzzing" and whispering his shoulders, another face that was also smiling could be seen.

It seems that this black-haired young man doesn't know Feng Kan's clone technique. It is precisely because of his lack of understanding of his opponent that the entire situation has reversed 180 degrees. The original hunter has now become a prey that falls into a trap. This sudden huge contrast makes the black-haired young man a little uncomfortable.

"It seems you knew who I am for a long time." Feng Kan let out a long sigh, nodded to Grand Duke Francis next to him, indicating that he was not seriously injured, and then turned his head to continue to say to the black-haired young man, "But I don't know who you are. You don't think this is too unfair?"

The black-haired young man's eyes flashed a little, but he was not panicked or afraid, and there was even a smile in his bright black eyes.

"Am I wrong?"

The other party's reaction made Feng Kan feel a little bad, but he didn't think that this mysterious black-haired young man could do anything under this situation. "In fact, I'm very interested in the two words you just said. Can you tell me where you heard it from?"

Oh, okay! Although these are just two ordinary words, and they would have heard them dozens of times every day in the ten years before he arrived in Trantak, people in this world know that these two words represent too many things, which forced Feng Kan to worry about it. He seemed to have already grasped the little tail of some things, but this little tail was really small. As long as he was not careful, it would escape from his own hands.

The black-haired young man remained silent, deaf ear to Feng Kan's question, but just looked at the other party mysteriously.

"What the hell are you?" Feng Kan, who was behind the black-haired young man, suddenly whispered in his ear, "As a human being, your power is too powerful. Although your human aura is very obvious, don't tell me that you are that talented person. This statement can deceive me. I know a few people with supernatural talent abilities, but you are completely different from them! What are you?"

The black-haired young man looked away from Feng Kan in front of him and moved slightly behind him, "Is this matter important to you?"

"No matter whether it is important or not, you must say it now. Isn't it?"

The black-haired young man's eyes were once again focused on Feng Kan in front of him, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on his cold face, "You do need to know some things, but now is not the time."

"Isn't the time?" The two Feng Kan frowned at the same time. How could he meet such a guy who said halfway through the bush and pretended to be a ghost? "Then when will you say it?"

"When I think I need to tell you." The black-haired young man had no awareness of being a vulnerable person at all, and still said the old god.

Feng Kan grinned, and his eyes looked at Grand Duke Francis beside him. The burly old guy's face was flushed, his face was teasing, and he seemed to be holding back his mind and not letting him laugh.

"But I think now is the time when you need to tell me!" Feng Kan shook his head helplessly and said to the black-haired young man.

"I will decide when it is really needed." Facing the blade that was emitting a cold and cold air on his throat, the black-haired young man still remained calm, and there was no slight fluctuation on his face.

"Do you think this is still something you can decide?" Although it was a bit furious, Feng Kan also realized that this black-haired young man was definitely not a good man. Unlike those cartilage, it would take more effort to take out something from his mouth.

The black-haired young man didn't say anything, but the next moment, he answered Feng Kan's question with his own actions.

It was just a moment, and perhaps the whole process was shorter than the moment. The black-haired young man who seemed to have no chance had already escaped from Feng Kan's control. No one could see clearly how he did it. Even Feng Kan didn't see clearly. Although his dynamic vision was even more powerful than the functions of the most advanced high-speed camera, and although his reflex nerves had exceeded the limits of all living things, he still didn't see clearly how this black-haired young man did this.

That was not teleportation. Although the performance of the black-haired young man was very similar to that of Feng Kan. Feng Kan, who was able to use teleportation skills, did not feel any fluctuations in the surrounding space, at that moment Feng Kan also clearly felt that the other party's movements had completely violated the laws of physics, as if the basic laws that the three-dimensional world relied on could not restrain his actions at all. It felt like he jumped out of the limitations of the entire material space at that moment in a world that did not belong to any material space.

Although this feeling is only a moment, it is enough!

The black-haired young man had just shown his figure, and immediately three more Feng Kan appeared around him, and at the same time he attacked him, the upper, middle and lower routes respectively.

The sense of incongruity that was in harmony with the entire space appeared again. After three dull "bang bang" sounds, Feng Kan's three clones disappeared one after another, while the figure of the black-haired young man appeared at the distant intersection of the path.

"My name is Held. Held? Isolde." The black-haired young man said loudly to the two people in the distance. He knew that what he showed was enough to make the other party give up his pursuit of him.

This is the case. Since he was not sure to keep him, Feng Kan simply did nothing. It seemed that the black-haired young man would say something useful, so there would be no need to continue to stimulate him. People who do not have the seventh sense of feeling cannot detect that sense of incongruity. Feng Kan, who keenly sensed this feeling, did not think that he could subdue the other party again at such a distance.

"As a reward for passing the test, I can tell you who I am." The black-haired young man continued, but his figure became more and more hazy in the darkness, as if a fog had been seen covering him.

"I hope you can not forget my identity when you meet next time," the black-haired young man's figure had completely disappeared into the thick darkness, only his clear voice was still echoing between the valleys, "You can call me - 'Inheritor'!"

"Inheritor?" Feng Kan and Grand Duke Francis looked at each other, and the dark path once again returned to peace, as if nothing had happened...
Chapter completed!