nashuaworldcup Chapter 267 Lute
Chapter 267 Lute
"Before introducing this contestant, I still want to apologize to everyone."
"Because one of our players had a minor accident before the competition, he was unable to participate in our competition."
"But in order for the competition to continue, we selected a player to fill the vacancy. That player is Mr. Finch."
"I know everyone might think there's something fishy going on, but rest assured, our process is absolutely fair and just. We also assessed him before he joined the competition."
"Three!"
At this point, Ansk suddenly raised his voice to draw more attention.
"Under our testing, Mr. Finch defeated three Silver-level transcendents. With that in mind, you can rest assured that he is quite capable!"
"Alright, no matter how much I say, you still won't believe me. So how about this, let our amazing Mr. Finch show you his incredible strength!"
Let's give them a round of applause!
As Ansk led the way, the crowd below the stage slowly began to applaud. Although they still had some doubts about the ferret's strength, if what Ansk said was true, then this guy was something else entirely.
To defeat three Silver-ranked opponents in a row means one must be at least a Silver Six-Star. With such strength, it should be a spectacular battle.
Da~da~da~
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, a figure dressed in a black robe slowly walked out from the passage on the right.
His steps were slow, yet he walked with a light, airy gait. He carried a green steel fork in his hand, and apart from that, he left no other impression. This made it hard for everyone to believe that such an ordinary player could defeat three Silver-ranked opponents in a row.
Lute thought so too, but although he was arrogant, he would not be careless in battle. As if recalling the provocative expression of Dogtooth during the draw yesterday, Lute suddenly understood something.
Knowing his background, so you hope he'll teach me a lesson...? Hmph! If that's the case, then you're incredibly naive!
I, Lute, am not so easily dealt with!
"Game start!"
call out! ! !
As soon as Ansk finished speaking, Narut disappeared from his spot. Everyone only saw a blur before Narut reappeared dozens of meters away from where he had started.
"Wow, so fast!! Mr. Lute launched a fierce attack right from the start!"
How will our Mr. Fertile handle this?
As Rut made his move, Ansk quickly followed suit with his commentary. Such a rapid start was the first of its kind that morning, and Rut's actions ignited everyone present, making them all excited.
However, the ferret remained unfazed by Root's sudden and rapid attack.
Seeing the ferret standing still without making any move, Ruth didn't dare to be careless. After flashing to its side, he immediately raised his knife and slashed at the ferret.
Swish!
With a single slash, the blade whistled, and the hood of the sable's black robe was blown up, revealing a pair of indifferent eyes beneath it.
Succeeded?
Do not!
Seeing the ferret effortlessly dodge his attack, Lute frowned, but he wasn't too bothered by it. Instead, he clenched his left hand and unleashed one of his signature techniques.
Wind-Sucking Palm!
A gust of wind suddenly rose from Lute's hand, quickly transforming into a suction force that swept towards the weasel. This was Lute's signature move, which he had used to defeat countless enemies. Even if the enemy was familiar with this move, it was still difficult to defend against at such close range.
call!
A gust of wind rose up, and to Lute's surprise, this move that had always been invincible against him had no effect on the ferret. Before the wind could even reach the ferret, it was blasted away by an invisible force.
Something is wrong!
Seeing this, Lute dared not be careless and quickly retreated. But the weasel would not let him go so easily. The moment Lute retreated, the weasel also lunged forward. The speed it released in that instant startled Lute.
So fast!
Seeing the ferret whose speed was almost on par with his own, Lute's pupils widened in shock. He knew that he could only achieve such astonishing speed by using combat techniques to enhance himself.
But he didn't see any combat skills or spells on the ferret. Does that mean that he can match its speed with just his physical strength?
probably not.
Lute didn't believe the ferret was that strong. He thought the ferret must have used some special method to hide it. If it could keep up with him just by physical bursts of power, then he was really out of luck.
call out! ! ! !
Just as Rutger was pondering, the ferret accelerated again, closing the distance between them in just a few seconds.
No, we can't keep running like this!
Lute didn't know how strong his opponent was, but he knew that his own stamina was not very good. In previous battles, he had relied on his extremely fast speed to kill his opponents quickly. This time, his opponent was obviously not simple, and it would be very difficult to kill him quickly. However, he could not drag it out into a stamina battle that he was not good at.
Thinking of this, Lute's eyes flashed, and he twisted his right hand, and a green light quickly flowed from the blade. After the green light filled the blade, Lute stopped without hesitation and unleashed four or five slashes behind him.
Swish, swish, swish, swish!
Despite it being only four or five strikes, Lute's attacks were incredibly fast. The audience only saw a flash before their eyes as several green, wind-blade-like slashes flew towards the weasel.
Whoohoo!
The wind blades were also flying at a fast speed, and with the ferret chasing at high speed, the two sides collided quickly. So, in everyone's eyes, it only took a few breaths before the wind blades seemed to be stuck to the ferret's face.
You can't possibly avoid that, can you?
Both Lute and the audience thought so. After all, you may be fast, but these attacks are right up to your face. You can't just dodge them with a teleport, can you?
But what happened next stunned everyone.
As everyone expected, the ferret did not manage to dodge the slashes, but it wasn't that it couldn't dodge them; rather, it simply didn't intend to.
Faced with the incoming wind blades, the sable's eyes narrowed, and with a whoosh, the incoming wind blades exploded in front of him in the next second.
Bang! ! ! !
With a series of explosions, the ferret emerged from the dissipating wind blades, much to the astonishment of the onlookers.
What?