OBS Chapter 139 A Group of Data Garbage
Chapter 139 A Group of Data Garbage
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The current situation... can be described as being in a state of stalemate, and no one dares to take the first step.
"Why not?"
The clear and cold voice of fate suddenly sounded, becoming the key to breaking the deadlock first.
He folded his hands over his elbows and quietly watched everything in front of him, but...it was these seemingly harmless words that seemed to activate the self-esteem of those guys?
As the five black cloaks stood up angrily, Notch, who had little fighting power, quickly retreated to the side and stood beside Fate with a smile.
With a light wave of Mo's fingertips, a purple liquid like water floated in the air, turning into a long whip and instantly knocking away the five people who had not yet reacted.
"I just wanted to enjoy some leisure time..."
Mo Na's slightly low voice sounded, his narrowed eyes revealed a hint of danger, he raised his foot and slowly approached the five people in front of him.
As he gradually approached, a sudden sense of oppression began to spread everywhere. It felt like... being stared at by a powerful beast.
"It seems... your identity is not ordinary." The black cloaked leader seemed to have noticed something wrong.
The guy in front of them gave them the feeling that... they were now in the hunter position and were the real prey.
"Hehe....guess?"
The corners of Mo's mouth rose slightly, and his eyes flashed with a strange red light. With a "swish" sound, his figure suddenly disappeared in front of everyone, leaving only a piece of purple ender particles. A strange energy fluctuation filled the air.
The first one to turn around was still the leader in black. He sensed a great danger, and his trusted sixth sense kept reminding him - be careful behind you!
At that moment, a deep blue breath of death rushed straight to his crown. He instantly used the weapon in his hand to block the sudden blue sickle blade, which had strange patterns attached to it.
Mo did not stop his manual attack. Instead, he raised his foot and kicked the man in front of him. The enemy staggered back a few steps and almost fell to the ground.
He took advantage of the force to soar into the air, and rolled sideways with smooth and light movements. As he spun in the air, the long blue death sickle in his hand flashed with cold light, and slashed down, ruthlessly cutting off the head of an unlucky guy who had no time to react, and blood spurted out, splashing on the ground around him.
Of course, what fell with him was not only blood, but also the "relics" in his backpack.
* Real world MOD effects have already been activated.
Mo's movements were swift and decisive, as if everything was under his control.
"Damn guy..." At this time, the leading man in black had already felt that something was wrong with this trip. He didn't know that Notch had such a guard around him.
Oh no...should I say worthy of being a God?
"Why do you want to be Notch's lackey?"
"......" Mo paused, a layer of dark clouds gradually covered his handsome face, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Running dog? What you said is really funny... You really are... ignorant of the immensity of the world!"
He stared at the group of people with deep disdain in his eyes, and didn't take them seriously at all.
Even if they were using weapons enhanced by Notch's power, they still wouldn't know how to use them. In the hands of these people, such items would be as useless as scrap metal.
Mo's half-closed eyes suddenly opened to reveal a fierce light. He pretended to smile helplessly, but there was a hint of sarcasm in his tone. Then he slowly opened his mouth and sneered, "Okay~ A bunch of data garbage, go to sleep!"
As soon as he finished speaking, more and more purple liquid condensed in the air, and they shot towards each other at an astonishing speed like thin needles.
However, even though these guys in black cloaks had already lost one of their teammates, they were not panicked at all. The swords in their hands effectively blocked most of the attacks for them.
Of course, Mo’s methods of attack are far more than these. He is just testing how far these players have developed.
Being able to attach Notch's divine power to a weapon is something most people cannot possess. No matter how much you enchant it, it won't be the Golden Dawn...
Golden enchantment light effects like this are often accompanied by special skills. Yes, he said skills, not enchantment effects.
"You are wondering what kind of abilities we have?"
The leading man in black narrowed his eyes as if he had guessed what the guy was thinking at the moment. Of course, it was very simple to answer his question... He just needed to... show it to this guy.
"Oh? In that case, go ahead. I don't think... your skills are stronger than my Greedy Blade..."
The greedy blade in Mo's hand, which was flashing with a faint blue light and looked like a blue god of death, slowly rotated in the air with the gesture of his master, and fell steadily in his hand, pointing directly at the guys in front of him.
"Well, then I'll show you my new skills."
As the leader finished speaking, he was seen holding the two double-edged swords tightly in his hands. A dazzling golden aura was wrapped around the blades, like a whirlwind.
In an instant, his speed suddenly increased to a higher level, and he appeared in front of Mo in just a moment. At this moment, the man tightly grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, and his whole body was full of majestic momentum, as if he was about to merge with the sword in his hand.
Then, without hesitation, he used his newly acquired skill - "Double-Edged Wind Slash"
The damage caused to Mo by this combo...is almost nothing, because...he cheated, he used cheating, he teleported!
There is no way. After all, Mo is not a fool. It is impossible for him to take that move head-on.
So... Mo turned around and killed the leader, and sent the remaining three guys back "without any charge".
Notch has always believed in Mo's ability, so he stayed by Destiny's side all the time.
But this guy gave fate a feeling of...being afraid that he would run away.
"OK, it's done. It's not a great skill... I don't even think those guys are very smart."
Mo retracted the Greedy Blade in his hand, and without knowing what it meant, he began to mock those guys who had no technical skills.
"They are indeed weak, but as I recall... there should be more than that."
Notch's seemingly subconscious answer seemed to contain another meaning.