Chapter 662: Can You Still Win Me?
Mirror World.
Two figures traveled rapidly through the mirrored images of skyscrapers!
Boom-!!!
A lens flew out from the silver-robed oracle’s hand and rapidly zoomed in, like a building-high blade that violently chopped through the streets, flattening dozens of buildings directly to the ground with a loud buzzing sound.
Rolling smoke rose in all directions.
In the smoke, Uncle Kyousuke held an empty scabbard and waded through the rubble, nimbly avoiding all the attacks, the fading red rose at his waist swaying gently.
He looked back behind him, and the silver-robed oracle looked like a bird of prey, skimming straight across the sky and smashing straight at him!
Dang-!
The silver-colored figure fell like a meteorite in front of Uncle Kyousuke, smashing out dense cracks, and the ground looked like a mirror that had been struck by a hammer, and seemed to be quickly shattered apart.
The silver-robed oracle messenger held the [Black Rope] in his hand, mockingly looked at Uncle Kyousuke, and slowly opened his mouth:
”Yuzuri Kurotetsu, it’s better to give up resisting, with that one sheath of yours, there’s no way it’s a match for me ……”
Uncle Kyousuke, who was wearing a flirty sequined suit, looked at him calmly, “Even if all I have is the sheath of my sword, you haven’t been able to catch me yet, have you?”
The silver-robed oracle envoy’s brow furrowed slightly, “That’s not because your hypnosis and illusions are too cunning, the District Banezu Blade is just ……”
”District?” Uncle Kyousuke laughed, “In your hand, don’t you also have a Banezu Blade? Why don’t you try and see if you can pull it out?”
The silver-robed oracle envoy’s face became even more somber as he looked down at the [Black Rope] in his hand, seemingly with some intent.
The Banezin Blade, and the Banezin Blade Lord, had always been the arch-enemies of the Oracle Envoys, but so far the silver-robed Oracle Envoy had never held a Banezin Blade with his own hands, and it was said that the Banezin Blade could only be pulled out by its Lord, so he was somewhat unconvinced.
”So what if I try?”
The silver-robed Oracle’s right hand rested on the hilt of the blade, and his palm suddenly exerted force!
The [Black Rope], which was silky smooth in Han Chuanji’s hands, was as motionless as a rock at this moment, and no matter how hard he pushed, he was unable to pull it out by half!
It must be known that the oracle himself was already a reformed human, his strength was terrifying to the extreme, it was not a problem for him to trample a building with one punch, but at the moment, he could do nothing about this small Banezu sword.
Watching this scene, the smile at the corner of Uncle Kyousuke’s mouth grew even thicker.
”Hmph, boring.” The silver-robed oracle envoy’s face was a bit unsettled as he put the [Black Rope] back into his palm and looked at Uncle Kyousuke and said in a cold voice, “Are you stalling for time? What are you waiting for? Those few young men who can pose a threat to me have already left, no one can come to save you ……”
”Who says that the one who comes to save me must be a human being?”
Uncle Kyousuke seemed to have sensed something, looking down to his waist and smiling as he spoke.
A remnant of blonde hair suddenly flew out from the mirror, transforming into a flash of golden light that surged into the empty sheath at his waist, transforming into a slender golden blade, the baneful sword finally restored to its integrity.
Uncle Kyousuke gently rested his palm on the hilt of the blade, his expression settling down.
”Soul of the blade? This is the Mirror World, how did it get in here?” The silver-robed oracle ambassador’s pupils suddenly contracted when he saw this scene.
”No matter where it is, the soul of the blade can return to its sheath regardless of distance, didn’t you know?” Uncle Kyousuke smirked and spoke, “Oh, of course you don’t know, after all, you can’t even pull out a Bane Tsu sword ……”
Anger surfaced in the silver-robed oracle envoy’s eyes.
”Even if you have a complete Banezu Sword in your hand, so what? The [Mystic Pupil] is as useful as a chicken rib in battle, you still can’t win against me!”
After saying that, his hands violently closed in front of him, and the entire mirror world shook violently!
Thump thump thump thump-!
The mirror reflections of the buildings on both sides of the street rose up from the ground, like two magnets that attracted each other, and rapidly crashed towards Uncle Kyousuke in the center.
However, there was not the slightest bit of panic on his face, and he directly stood there silently, smiling as he looked at the silver-robed oracle messenger, as if he had thought of something happy.
The [Mystic Pupil] at his waist, slowly came out of its sheath.
Boom-!!!
The two buildings collided with a loud bang, countless masonry and lenses flew out, and invisible air waves swept through, blowing the trees on both sides of the street to the ground.
Smoke and dust filled the air, and the aperture in the Oracle’s left eye flowed, searching for Uncle Kyousuke’s traces in the crevice of the two buildings, but there was not the slightest gain ……
No?
Where did he go?
”Are you looking for me?”
A voice leisurely came from behind the silver-robed Oracle Envoy, and his pupils suddenly contracted as he violently dodged across, a lens popping out from between his palms, blinking into a forty-odd meter long blade that cut behind him!
This mirrored blade cut through Uncle Kyousuke’s body, penetrating through as if it were nothing, and Uncle Kyousuke, dressed in a flirty sequined suit with his hands in his pockets, was looking at him with a smile on his face.
”Another illusion ……”
The silver-robed oracle messenger frowned slightly, seemingly very upset, “So what if it’s an illusion? You can only use [Enchanted Pupil] to escape, you can’t take the initiative to inflict an attack on me, if you keep dragging it out like this, it’s still you who will be caught in a passive situation.”
”Is that so?”
The corner of Uncle Kyousuke’s mouth rose slightly.
He looked down at the gold-colored long sword in his hand and spoke without slowing down, “It’s true that I can’t use [Enchanted Pupil] to cause damage to you, but …… can use hypnosis to cause some misdirection to you.
For example.
Do you really think that what you just threw out, was a lens?”
Hearing these words, the silver-robed oracle messenger froze slightly, and as if he had thought of something, he looked down at his hands.
In his left hand, he was pinching a lens.
The right hand, on the other hand, was already empty ……
If the lens was still in his hand, then what was the …… thing he had just thrown out?
The silver-robed oracle messenger raised his head in bewilderment, only to see that at some point, the figure of Uncle Kyousuke, who was originally standing there, had already disappeared, and not far from there, he slowly bent down and picked up the long black sword that had fallen on the road.
[Black Rope]!
He had just unexpectedly thrown out the [Black Rope]!
Uncle Kyousuke stood up straight and unhurriedly hung that long black blade on his waist, and at the moment, he had two very different blades hanging on his waist.
Holding the golden [Mystic Pupil] in his right hand, his left hand rested on the hilt of the long black sword, he looked at the silver-robed oracle envoy with a smile on his face, and easily and comfortably pulled the second baneful sword out of its sheath!
[Black Rope] Sheathed!
A gold and a black banezu sword were held in his hands, the smirk on Uncle Kyousuke’s face gradually tightened, his eyes were as calm as a deep lake, and in his eyes, a faint killing intent radiated!
”Now, do you still think you can win me?”
Uncle Kyousuke’s magnetic voice rang out.