Chapter 1151: Stop Wei Yang

Chapter 1151: Stop Wei Yang

Chapter 1151: Stop Wei Yang

Because Rosade was in a rigid state, he had no way to defend himself. This punch was enough to break the spiritual fire in his body and then explode his head.

But just as his fist was about to land, the medal on his chest suddenly flashed, causing Covington to feel a sudden stinging pain in his spirit, causing him to slow down a beat.

At the same time as the flash of light appeared, Rosad broke free from the mental suppression. At this time, he did not think of retreating, but took a deep breath. His body suddenly bulged outward. At the same time, he suddenly raised his head and opened his mouth. In a flash of light, a powerful spiritual shock burst out from his mouth!

Because of the light and the close distance between the two, Covington had no time to dodge and was almost hit head-on, with his entire body submerged in the light.

At this time, Rosad took advantage of the spiritual shock of his breath and retreated violently. He went to a place dozens of meters away. After waiting for the alienated organization to recover from its laziness, he leaped back again.

The medal made of fallen objects on his body could only protect him for a few seconds at most, so at this moment he had to quickly escape from the other party's mental suppression range.

As for how to fight from now on, Covington now has the replenishment of spiritual strength. Even if there is a chance to injure him again, he can recover quickly, so it is very unwise to continue to fight head-on. Only...

Just as he was thinking quickly, he suddenly felt something strange. He looked down and saw an unusually slender arm flying out from the light that had not yet been extinguished on the opposite side, and it grabbed his ankle with a swipe.

The arm was thin and tough, and he knew he couldn't get rid of it the moment it grabbed him.

He knew that if he delayed for even a moment, the opponent would be able to kill him quickly once he recovered from the spiritual shock.

boom……!
At this time, a loud bang was heard from afar, and waves of light and air rushed over here. That was another battle, where Mr. Weiss from the Freedom Academy had already fought with that existence.

Rosad knew very well that once he fell, the other side would be unable to resist either. The remaining ritual power alone would be of almost no effect, so he must not fall.

He used the alienated tissue almost without hesitation, tearing his calf directly, and the whole person was separated and retreated violently to the rear.

After retreating hundreds of meters, he rolled over, and the spiritual light on his body bloomed outward, floating in the air. And at the place where he was originally, the spirit finally moved again, and opened his hands to block the front.

His response was very timely and correct. Then more thin limbs rushed out from the light, but they were all blocked by the huge body of the spirit. Those limbs kept hitting the spirit, and the spiritual fire of both sides violently killed each other. The light on the spirit faded at a speed visible to the flesh, and finally with a loud bang, the spirit collapsed and dissipated, turning into an airflow carrying spiritual fire, sweeping towards Rosad.

Inside the Baiyan Hall, Ryan and other management saw that Rosade had only one leg left. They were stunned at first, and their spiritual image collapsed in an instant. They couldn't help but reveal a look of astonishment, and then a trace of panic emerged in their hearts.

They had been watching Rosade pressing down on Covington and thought the situation was stable, but unexpectedly, the whole situation seemed to be turned around in just a moment.

However, no problems are allowed to occur in any of the three directions. If one point is broken, it will mean the whole thing will collapse.

It's not that there are no throne fighters in the central city of Vi Asia, but they are currently in the capital, participating in high-level meetings of major countries and companies, including the Dashun delegation.

It is impossible for the West Bank Parliament to miss such international political exchange activities, otherwise it will directly lose major interests.

Although they sent out a distress signal via telegram immediately after the crisis occurred, and people are probably on their way back now, the situation before them is too urgent. If there were no obstacles, it might only take a few minutes to resolve everything, so even if people arrived there, it would be too late.

We can't count on the West Coast Parliament either. Under normal circumstances, the Throne Fighters will participate in guarding the World Ring, and it is simply unrealistic to transfer them over so quickly.

Then perhaps the only trump card that can be used now is that...

At this moment, alien tissue was growing rapidly on the wound of Rosade's broken leg, and muscles and bones were extending outward. It was obvious that he would be able to recover if given some time, but even so, it could not change the situation.

He stared at the gradually extinguishing flame in front of him, tapped the implant beside his ear, contacted the Baiyan Long Hall, and said, "I will delay time at all costs. You should release the active consciousness of the Free Star Academy. Don't hide it."

Ryan received the news, looked at the management and said, "Everyone, you see, we need to make a decision quickly."

The management looked at each other and someone said, "Ryan, you know, this is going to be difficult..."

If the active consciousness of the Free Star Academy is released, it can indeed resist one of the routes, but the system of the Federation is mutually involved and checks and balances. The Star Academy is a relatively independent system. They only listen to the direct instructions issued by the West Coast Council, and the management of the Victory Asia can usually only make suggestions. Not only that, in order to restrict them, the Council let the Central City participate and sign an international agreement. Unless encountering the highest level of crisis, the use of the active consciousness of the academy needs to be notified to the Foreign Affairs Office. At the same time, they are responsible for the high-energy nutrients needed when the consciousness is activated and the subsequent maintenance.

In other words, if the active consciousness entities are dispatched, all losses, consequences and even public pressure will be borne by them, and will have nothing to do with the academy and parliament.

This made the management team particularly hesitant. One of the management team members hesitated and said, "Do we really have to do this? The Federation has already promised to support us... maybe we can wait a little longer?"

Ryan looked around and knew that they were still hesitating and still had a glimmer of hope. But according to his judgment of the situation, even if the federal support came immediately, it would be too late. However, he did not expose them directly, but said in a tone of suggestion.

"We don't necessarily have to use active consciousness, but I think we can make preparations first and provide the active consciousness with enough high-energy nutrients for activity. I believe the academy will cooperate with such preliminary preparations."

The management looked at each other and decided that this was acceptable. At most, it would only consume some high-energy nutrients, which the central city could still bear.

So they passed the decision as quickly as possible and submitted an emergency preparedness notice to the college.

In front of the blockade hall, the light on Covington's body completely dissipated. It can be seen that his body was not completely intact in the previous impact, but those damaged parts have healed quickly. The many arms behind him were waving there like long whips, and the flickering flames on them were driven, looking strange and dangerous against the background of the night.

What was even more shocking was that his appearance was completely changed. His hair had become extremely thick and had grown to near his shoulders. His exposed muscles and skin were very full and exuded a vital luster. It was as if he had recovered to his youthful state under the nourishment of energy.

But at this moment, he frowned and looked up at the sky. When he wanted to absorb more energy into his body, he felt a strong obstruction.

Is it the power left here by the one who left it? Or is it the effect of the ritual?

However, although he is still some distance away from his prime state and there are still obstacles from the rituals outside, it is not difficult to deal with fighters below the throne level.

He strode towards the direction where Rosade was. In order to avoid mental intimidation, the latter decided to keep a distance from him and immediately flew backwards, intentionally or unintentionally heading towards the Star Academy.

Just as he started to move, an arm from Covington suddenly stabbed at him from behind. His mind sensed the danger first and his body instinctively dodged to the side.

However, he could dodge one attack but not the second. When another arm stabbed at him, his body was hit in mid-air with a bang. Fortunately, he was also experienced, and before the attack came, most of the spiritual fire on his body was concentrated on the attacked part. Even so, he was almost collapsed after one blow and was blown away.

At the same time, he saw from the corner of his eye that Covington had a sinister smile on his face, and suddenly a light flashed in the palm of his hand.

He suddenly felt an extremely dangerous feeling in his heart.

Worse!

As his body was still under the influence of the impact force, he had no way to dodge it at this moment, so in a hurry, he could only barely concentrate the remaining spiritual fire in front of his body.

But he knew that doing so would be futile, and the most likely result would be that he would turn into a ball of scattering sparks and ashes in the next impact.

Just as he was preparing to face the final moment, a hand stretched out horizontally with its palm open to block it. The platinum-colored flame flowing on it directly blocked the spiritual impact that was coming at him!
The two spiritual flames collided with each other, constantly impacting and dissolving each other, but the pale white light on the opposite side could never break through.

"This is……"

After Rosade steadied himself, he looked up and saw a tall figure standing not far in front of him. He stretched out one hand to block the front, and held a long sword in the other hand. A long red scarf was flying on the handle of the sword, and the airflow generated by the impact made the smock flutter.

At this moment, the bright and dazzling light illuminated his figure, as if a person was standing on the crack of the world.

……

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(End of this chapter)