As for Anthony, who specializes in close combat, despite his unusually long arms and colossal strength, he still found it very difficult to pose any substantial threat to Motan three meters away. Ordinary attacks were out of the question, and even if he wanted to take a few hits from Motan to close the distance, the latter was unwilling to give him that chance. Often, the result was that after taking a hit, the distance even increased. At such times, as long as Dabus had any thoughts, the tip of that Silver Snow Plain Spear would cut through the sky like lightning, forcing his thoughts back.
In stark contrast to the state of sword fighting, the current Motan did not possess the slightest sharpness or fierceness. Instead, he wielded the long spear in his hand with the utmost grace and fluidity, as if it were moving with the flow of clouds and water. If he were to change into a white outfit and scrape away the scales to reveal an exceptionally gallant single ponytail, the style value would likely break through the sky.
In short, when Anthony Dubs finally barely adapted to Motan’s totally different fighting style and tempo with the spear, and was ready to sound the horn of counterattack, they had already been hit by more than thirty spears!
And their health points had dropped a full... six percent!
"This thing of yours, I fear it’s made of plastic."
After once more failing to block in time and having the spear slice past his shoulder, Dabus glanced at the white mark on his skin, and said jokingly with a dry smile, "It’s really never broken through my defense even once."
Motan shrugged his shoulders, moving along with the spear, and countered with a reverse spear move to block Anthony’s just raised, yet to be readied warhammer. He tugged his lips, "The attack power of this weapon is ’very low,’ and its quality is shattered."
"Oh?"
Dabus asked in a light tone and then used the skill [Burning Vajra] once more, coating Anthony’s warhammer with a layer of flame, and loudly shouted, "Why don’t you change to another one?!"
This shout wasn’t merely a jest; it was actually an exceedingly sharp-skilled shout - [Fury Howl]
The prerequisite for mastering this skill is lung capacity ＞ 6000ml; the specific effect is ’causing a shocking effect to all units within a radius of five meters, making them dizzy for 0.3 seconds, and reducing their attack speed by 25% for 10 seconds’, which was precisely his method of breaking the stalemate!
Moreover, Anthony gave face and went ’high energy’ once more, as he shouted ’Eat! Full! Full!’ at a high volume, triggering the trait ’imbue fear effect to targets weighing less than 50% of oneself, reducing their ten percent all attributes, lasting for ten seconds,’ making Motan, who had already had his movements interrupted, pause once again.
0.5 seconds! It was the time Anthony Dubs fought for with this move [Fury Howl], and in this short half-second, Anthony, completely energized and exerting control over his body, charged in front of Motan, closing the distance between them to two meters!
A [Brutal Strike] augmented by [Burning Vajra] slammed down violently, though the target wasn’t Motan himself but the long spear in his hand that wasn’t pulled back in time!
It wasn’t that the two were pulling punches; they simply believed if the hammer wasn’t aimed at the spear but at Motan, he would likely dodge it with a hair-trigger response.
So rather than directly solidifying the advantage, Anthony Dubs chose to seize the opportunity to expand it.
It’s undeniable that Dabus’ calculating ability and Anthony’s fighting intuition were spot on; their choice was impeccable. If everything goes as expected, a frontal close encounter would definitely allow Anthony to stick to Motan successfully for at least three minutes. And under the premise that Anthony could fully exert his fighting power, it would be difficult for Motan to interrupt Dabus’ combat casting.
After all, [Dawn · Plain Snow Spear], such a long weapon, has great disadvantages in extremely close combat, especially against opponents like Anthony full of oppressive force. At the time, not only breaking Dabus’s casting in between the seams, but also even preserving himself before Anthony’s big iron hammer would be problematic.
Yes, for Motan holding [Dawn · Plain Snow Spear], it’s exactly like this...
Boom!!!
Accompanied by an ear-piercing bang, Anthony’s warhammer, with flames flowing around it, slammed heavily onto Motan’s weapon, and then—
There was no then!
"That was close."
Motan, who activated the first stage of Scale Against in the Thunderbolt moment, exhaled lightly, and his dark purple vertical pupils faintly streamed with black light. Although the curvature at his mouth was as clear and joyful as usual, it still made Anthony Dubs halt in astonishment, and he chuckled, "Almost got knocked down here."
The next moment, finally seeing clearly the weapon in Motan’s hand that was entirely dark purple, just like his vertical pupils, and whose appearance was extremely impactful, Dabus immediately let out a roaring shout, "Quick retreat! Anthony!"
Even though Anthony didn’t react at all, due to his innate affection and trust for Dabus, he still responded immediately—placing his warhammer horizontally in front of him and quickly retreating!
Bang!
Another piercing blast resounded, but this time it was initiated by Motan. He launched his weapon, whose top end shaped like a ’well’ character and bore a wild fierceness despite its exquisite workmanship, to strike fiercely on the burning warhammer of Anthony.
Boom!!
Motan’s entire person twisted in midair, actually following the counterforce of the shock to rotate halfway in the air, single-handedly swung that fierce weapon, and smashed into Anthony’s warhammer once more.
Boom!!!
His left hand grasping the end of the long handle, the half-dragon man wielding the fierce weapon let out a low roar, forcibly using physical strength to counter the exponentially increasing counterforce on the grip, slamming down with all his might for the third time!
"Ugh!"
Enduring three consecutive heavy hits, Anthony muffled a groan as his legs kicked forcefully, narrowly dodging Motan’s seamless twist sweep of a fourth strike.
The next second, the evil flame on his warhammer trembled a few times and then silently dissipated.
To be accurate, it was shattered! Anthony Dubs’ [Burning Vajra] was actually shattered by Motan’s normal attack!
"Hey, hey, hey!"
Dabus was dumbfounded, staring blankly at Motan, whose body was emanating strands of black-purple aura, executing wild and direct moves, exuding strong offensive aggression. Dazed, he blurted, "Don’t tell me this thing is also a [Shattered] weapon?!"
"Ah... actually, this is also [Shattered], indeed."
Motan shrugged, tightly gripping the weapon that bristled with fierce menace, and smilingly said, "But you know, it’s somewhat different from those two before."
"What’s the difference?"
"It has skills."
"It has skills??"
"Yeah, it has skills."
...
[Asura Halberd]
Soul Binding
Weapon Category: Special Weapons
Current Form: Halberd
Activation Conditions: Dual Wield Specialization ＞ 1, Strength 160, Constitution 130
Quality: Unique Shattered - Growth Potential
Attack Power: Medium
Attributes: Overweight
Additional Skills: Demon Howl, Break Formation Rhyme (Sealed), Defiant (Sealed), Ghost Cry (Sealed), ???, ???, ???
Trait: Omitted
[Remark: Omitted]
...
Demon Howl
Equipped Skill (Active)
Cost/Limit: 3% Health Points per second
Effect: Unleash Asura’s Extreme Intent, allowing the user to further wield the power of the Asura Halberd for a short time, with a certain chance to steal the target’s health points when dealing damage, cooldown 600 minutes.
[Remark: You’re all about subtlety, but I can’t afford to lose face.]
...
"In summary, my attack power seems to be quite high now."
Motan exhaled lightly and gripping the end of this fierce weapon single-handedly, he dragged [Dawn Demon Polearm] slowly towards Anthony Dubs, cleanly and brightly laughing...
"Be very careful~"
Chapter 1204: End
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