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Joan of Arc, holding a sword, jumped and slashed over.
"I thought I didn't lie to you."
Moyin took a step back and just avoided Jeanne's leap by a hair's breadth, and explained with a smile.
Jeanne was stunned, as if Moyin had indeed not deceived her? It was just that the act of pointing a gun at a gunpowder barrel was a little too crazy.
"Well, I haven't done it for a while, so I'll just play with you."
Moyin finished the Sprite in his hand in one gulp, then threw the can into the system space in exchange for resource points. Then he raised his hand, and a crystal clear ice knife gradually condensed in his hand.
“Humph! You think you can compare my holy sword Durandal with a fragile improvised object like that?!”
Joan of Arc swung her sword fiercely at Moyin again.
"If it's produced by Moyin, it must be a top-quality product."
Moyin smiled and raised the ice knife, swinging it, directly knocking away the holy sword Durandal in Joan of Arc's hand. The ice knife in his hand showed no sign of breaking.
In fact, as a god, he can use the power of laws to strengthen everything at will. Even though the ice blade in his hand was newly made, it was endowed with the property of being indestructible.
This is the birth of the artifact.
After being used by him as a god, this ordinary ice blade will be strengthened into a divine weapon.
In fact, if he wanted, he could add an ice law to the ice knife, such as reducing the temperature of everything it cuts to absolute zero to increase its lethality.
He can even attach a fire law to the sword, so that it can use both ice damage and fire heat at the same time, causing an explosion when it hits a person, or it can be endowed with laws such as darkness, curse, and death.
However, he himself had no intention of killing Joan of Arc, so this ice blade was only given the characteristic of being indestructible, and did not add any extremely lethal power of the laws.
"Jane, your swordsmanship is not that good. Where did you learn it? Why don't you just hang out with me? I have confidence in my swordsmanship."
While Moyin was handling Joan of Arc's attack with ease, he started chatting with her.
"Shut up right there! I won't let you insult the swordsmanship I've honed so much!"
Angered and humiliated, Jeanne chopped at Moyin's head with a heavy blow. However, as she cut Moyin in half, she felt something was wrong. This feeling... was totally off! It was an afterimage!
Although she immediately tried to turn around to catch sight of Moyin's figure, she only saw a series of afterimages. Moyin had already used the three-section slash to advance behind her.
Without time to think, Joan of Arc could only put the holy sword Durandal in her hand behind her back, trying to use this method to defend against Moyin's attack.
However, with a snap, her buttocks that were not covered by armor were hit by the side of the ice knife in Moyin's hand. She lost her balance and stumbled forward a few steps, then fell to the ground in a mess.
"Oops!"
Joan of Arc, thinking something was wrong, was about to face Moyin's sweeping attack, but she found that Moyin had taken out a can of Sprite from somewhere, opened the pull ring and started drinking.
"You are shameless!"
Jeanne got up from the ground and glared at Moyin, denouncing him.
"I don't want to be told this by someone who planted a large amount of explosives on the ground floor of the school and used that as a threat to trick me into coming here. You are much worse than me in terms of shamelessness."
Moyin said while drinking Sprite.
Joan of Arc was speechless for a moment.
"You rascal!"
"I admit that, but do you want me to chop your cute butt? Then no matter whether you win or lose, you will have to walk out with blood all over the floor. People might even think it's your relative who missed it. Shouldn't you thank me?"
"Die, you pervert!!!"
Joan of Arc rushed towards Moyin again with a red face out of humiliation.
"Hey, don't you know the basic theorem that you need to stay calm during a battle? Once you lose your composure, you can only display half of your ability."
As Moyin spoke, he took a step forward and tripped Joan of Arc. Joan of Arc immediately lost control and fell to the ground again.
That makes sense! She had thought that Moyin would retreat or dodge to the side in the face of her fierce slash, but she didn't expect him to take the initiative to step forward, and not attack with the knife but trip her like a child fighting.
This unexpected method of attack actually worked very well for her, after all, she was not good at dealing with this kind of fighting style.
However, after falling flat on the ground, Jeanne immediately climbed up from the ice, and then got up again and attacked Moyin.
Except for family abilities, most people with super powers need to pay some compensation to maintain their other super powers.
Like Maya's compensation is drinking.
And after her previous judgment, she saw that after knocking her down, Moyin did not continue to chase her, but opened a can of Sprite to drink. She was sure that Moyin's ability compensation was Sprite.
As long as she could stop Moyin from drinking Sprite, she would be able to delay until Moyin's ability disappeared sooner or later, and then she could use her ice magic to win the battle! Otherwise, why would he drink Sprite during the fight?
Therefore, Joan of Arc focused on attacking.
When Moyin attacked her, she would not drink Sprite. This was the strategy she came up with.
The compensation of superpowers is very dangerous. If the energy needed for compensation is not consumed in time, the worst case scenario is that you will become weak and lie in bed with loss of combat effectiveness, or your life will be in danger.
So as long as I can successfully suppress Moyin and prevent him from drinking Sprite, I can win!
The two fought each other for another half an hour, and Joan of Arc's movements slowed down.
Although her ability does not require compensation, high-intensity combat is a huge burden on her body and mind. In order to prevent Moyin from drinking Sprite, she basically launches attacks at the highest intensity frequency that her body can withstand.
But how come this guy is still like nothing happened!!!
He must be deceiving himself! It must be like this, he is actually strong on the outside but weak on the inside! As long as he holds on a little longer, he will win!
Joan of Arc couldn't remember how many times she had encouraged herself with such words.
The next second, Moyin did not rush to attack, but took a step back and created some distance.
A hint of joy suddenly appeared in Joan of Arc's eyes.
"Hahahaha! I am the winner after all!"
Joan of Arc excitedly attacked Moyin, fearing that Moyin would take this opportunity to ingest Sprite.
"What are you talking about all of a sudden... I don't have any intention of losing to you."
Moyin fended off Jeanne's attack in confusion.
To be honest, although Joan of Arc is famous for her swordsmanship, it is ultimately just a skill for mortals.
After honing his swordsmanship for so long, he had already condensed the sword godhood into the sword body. There was a huge difference between the two in their attainments in swordsmanship. The feeling of him and Joan of Arc fighting each other was almost like playing house, so he didn't take it too seriously.
I don't know what happened just now, but Joan of Arc suddenly became full of confidence and was sure of winning.
"Pretend! Do you really think you can fool me? In addition to family abilities, people with superpowers need to consume certain substances to compensate! Your compensatory substance is Sprite, right?"
"I have been launching high-intensity attacks for the past half hour, just to prevent you from having the opportunity to ingest the compensatory substance Sprite! Now you are at the end of your strength, right? I will not be fooled by you!"
Jeanne panted and proudly expressed her judgment.
Chapter 838: The God of Sprite!
After listening to this, Moyin was speechless. What kind of messed up reasoning was this? How on earth did she come up with this idea? . . .
Then, the ice knife in Moyin's hand touched the weakest point of the magic sword Durandal in Joan of Arc's hand, and then he exerted force and lifted the magic sword in Joan of Arc's hand up, and then the blade of the ice knife was placed on Joan of Arc's slender neck.
"No, this is impossible... How can you still have such powerful strength!?"
Looking at her empty hands, Joan of Arc shouted in disbelief, "Isn't this different from the script I wrote?"
"First of all, I didn't use much strength. In fact, the strength I used was a little weaker than yours."
"You are talking nonsense!!! How can you, with your weak strength, knock my holy sword Durandal away!"
Joan of Arc roared in a state of collapse.
"I just hit the weakest spot on your sword. Even if your total strength is greater than mine, as long as my attack can hit your weak spot, a situation like the one just now will occur."
Moyin dispersed the ice knife casually, but Joan of Arc had lost the courage to continue resisting at this time. After all, Moyin had several opportunities to kill her.
This time...it was my complete defeat.
"Secondly, I don't drink Sprite because I need it to compensate for the loss of energy. I just like drinking Sprite and want to drink it, so I took out a can and drank it, that's all."
After saying this, Moyin raised his left hand and took a sip of Sprite, then frowned.
"Tsk, the air is gone, it doesn't taste good at all."
Then Moyin threw the Sprite into the system space and converted it into a resource point. Then he took out a new can of Sprite and froze it using the ice law. Then he pulled the pull ring and took a sip comfortably.
"How could it be... like this... You actually took it out and drank it in the middle of a battle just because you wanted to drink it, what kind of monster are you!"
Jeanne sat down on the ice with her legs weak, staring at Moyin's legs with lifeless eyes. This result was too depressing! Was her confident inference actually meaningless?
"I was wondering what you were waiting for for half an hour. It turned out that you were planning to kill me. Unfortunately, my ability does not require compensation."
Looking at Jeanne who was sitting in front of him, Moyin said with a sense of accomplishment.
I have to say, it's quite interesting to see a lovely girl like Jeanne struggling with all her might in her hands.
"Would you like a drink?"
Moyin handed Joan of Arc a can of Sprite, and Joan of Arc opened the pull ring and drank it in despair.
What else can she do now? As someone who possesses the superpower of ice magic, she can also feel that Mo Yin has turned the entire underground warehouse into an indestructible prison. She cannot escape without defeating Mo Yin... and she cannot defeat Mo Yin.
"Tsk, so spicy."
After taking a sip of Sprite, Jeanne closed her eyes due to the stimulation of the carbonation.
"I think it would be much better if I had some wine. Let's talk. Suppose you succeed in kidnapping me to Yiyou, what do you plan to let me do?"
Moyin leaned against the wall and asked.
"I originally planned to let you study in Yiyou... Yiyou is an institution that trains superhumans. Members there learn from each other and copy each other's abilities to become even stronger. But now it seems that I was wrong. You are not a rough stone that has not yet blossomed, but a dazzling diamond."
Joan of Arc smiled self-deprecatingly, then held the can of Sprite in both hands and took a sip.
"Wanting to increase my strength for no reason, that doesn't make sense, right? What do you plan to let me do after I grow up?"
Moyin asked curiously.
Joan of Arc, she couldn't be here to do charity, or she used kidnapping to bring herself to Yiyou. No matter how you think about it, it can't be that she is doing it just for her own good. She must have her own purpose.
"Our Jeanne clan has a feud with Iyou's number two, Vlad the Infinite Sin. About 120 years ago, the twins Jeanne d'Arc and the first Robin teamed up to fight Vlad to a draw, so I want to cultivate an outstanding ally to cooperate with me and Robin IV to kill Vlad."
Jeanne answered honestly.
"It's a pity that you can't kill Vlad anymore."