The man got up again.

"Unyielding, unyielding." Wuming exclaimed, "How could such a stupid person come from - he is just like me back then."

Wuming did not let the man get close this time, controlling the distance to prevent the man from rushing to his side. At the same time, he used long-range attacks such as fireballs and thunder guns to continuously reduce the man's physical strength.

However, the man became more and more frustrated. The parts and flesh on his body were constantly being cut away, but his movements became faster and faster. He actually began to gradually adapt to the rhythm of Wuming's attacks, and continued to get closer to Wuming.

He even rolled in the excrement pile, like a porcupine rolling in the mud, and his resistance to flames and thunder guns was greatly improved.

Wuming clicked his tongue, stopped trying to attack, picked up his shield, turned around and ran away.

The man pursued him hotly, and the two quickly ran uphill to a battlefield ruins.

Wuming no longer stopped, and controlled the thunder and lightning to attract all the surrounding weapon debris to the side of the shield, forming a "sword and shield" that was as tall as one person.

Then sparks spurted out from behind, and with the same momentum as when he smashed the lava earth dragon with his elbow, he hit the man with his shield.

Facing the meteor-like attack, the man howled wildly again, and the roaring sound and the huge amount of cursed souls pushed forward, continuing to reduce the strength of the shield.

But in the face of Wuming's exertion, these could only be slowed down slightly. The sword skeleton and the shield broke through the cursed soul and sound waves, and blasted towards the man.

The man fanatically raised his sword and slashed at the big shield without fear of death.

The shield overwhelmed the sword, pressing the spine back into the man's cheek, and then the entire shield surface hit the man.

The moment the shield photographed the man, the man's body flattened for a moment.

Then a human cannonball flew into the distance, with flesh and blood flying everywhere. The man drew a ravine on the ground, bounced several times, rolled and hit a rock before stopping.

The man finally stopped moving and passed out.

Wuming succeeded with one blow, but there was no joy at all on his face.

On his face, a pool of golden excrement splashed onto the face shield from bottom to top and spread along the top.

Just like raindrops spreading upward when encountering high-speed glass, a golden-brown crown spread out on the top of the nameless helmet.

The "Sword Skeleton Shield" collapsed, and the weapon fragments fell to the ground, along with Wuming's original shield.

"Ah!" Wuming held his head and went crazy.

When forming the shield from the remains of the weapon, Wuming had already thought about the gap between the sword and the large shield, and deliberately stacked a few more layers to ensure that the filth on the man's body would not break through the shield.

But after all calculations, Wuming forgot one thing.

His clean and complete shield had already had a small hole poked by the god-skin noble before.

When the shield squeezed the man's face with great impact, the small hole endured great pressure. The filth on the man's body also endured great pressure, and rushed towards the only pressure relief port, transforming into

The extremely powerful jet——shot Wuming all over his face.

The nameless shoulder armor extended into a rearview mirror, and then stretched in front of the nameless face, reflecting the golden excrement on the nameless helmet.

Wuming knelt down helplessly, holding his hands on the ground, extremely frustrated:

"It's over, I can't dress up beautifully to see him..."

The frustration quickly turned into anger. Wuming angrily walked up to the man and crushed the man's face with his foot.

The rearview mirror on the nameless shoulder armor turned into a mouth:

"I don't understand. Wouldn't you be contaminated with more filth if you do this?"

"There is a saying called the broken window effect." Wuming said, "Just like once the shoes are a little dirty, it doesn't matter if they are all dirty."

After Wuming finished explaining, he continued to crush the man viciously and beat him wildly.

"He seems to be dead." Mouth continued.

"Is he dead?" Wuming asked.

"Are you not dead?" Mouth said, "I can no longer detect any vital signs."

"I hope so." Wuming sighed.

"What's the meaning?"

Wuming stopped and took a few steps back.

The man's body repaired rapidly under the golden light of blessing, and like time flowing backwards, fatal injuries were healed directly.

Before the self-defense could burst into tears, the man had already stood up again with great energy. Without saying a word, he picked up his sword and continued to chop at Wuming, as if his resurrection just now was just an ordinary fall.

"Faded person..." Wuming's expression became serious, and he no longer cared about the dirt on his body. His elbow sprayed fire and he punched the man's head off.

Within a minute, the man got up again.

"Now we're in trouble." Wuming said.

"How about an attack like burning or corroding?" the clone teardrop suggested.

"It's useless." Wuming Shi rejected this method without even trying it. "I'm familiar with this. No matter how powerful the moves are, it won't work. Will - this is the only variable."

"Look at this invincible blessing, why did you refuse it?" The man rushed up again, attacking Wuming feverishly.

Wuming dodged the man's attack and kept retreating.

Mimic Teardrop said: "How to break his will? Language? Or great pain?"

"This kind of person's will...cannot be broken down by those little cleverness." Wuming said, "The only thing that can defeat will is will. In the end, it will just be about who has stronger willpower and who can persist longer."

Wuming suddenly laughed: "I didn't expect that I would be treated like the powerful enemies I faced back then. I am also a big boss."

He dodged the man's attack, retreated all the way, picked up his shield, and blocked the man's sword.

Then the long sword was unsheathed and slashed from the waist to the chest, beating his heart to pieces, and then kicked him away.

"Although he is crazy, he is a powerful warrior." Wuming set up his sword and shield and lowered his body, "Then let's show our will."

In fact, I could have written it twice as carefully, but after thinking about it, I decided to forget it. I’m afraid some readers won’t be able to bear the 8,000 words of shit.
Chapter completed!