novel-bin Chapter 680 Your Time 0 is Not That Great
Chapter 680 Your Time 0 is Not That Great
Finkel made the right bet. He relied on his familiarity with Angers to determine the best position to strike the knife.
It feels so good to bet on something right, it's so satisfying.
He bet right that Ange's attack was intended to kill him, and he bet right that he would attack from the front right.
This has been Ange's fighting habit for many years. As Ange's student, Fingel learned most of his fighting skills from Ange.
Winning the bet is both accidental and inevitable.
The Dark Demonic Blade that was swung out in advance is not unbreakable, as long as Angers gives up this attack.
But once he gives up, Finkel will rush into the entrance to the ice cellar in Valhalla, where the nuclear bomb is located.
Angers had no doubt that Finkel now had the ability to destroy a nuclear bomb.
Finkel didn't want to kill Ange, he was just forcing Ange to make a choice.
But how can a soldier make a choice? Ange only sees enemies and traitors.
He faced the blow fearlessly.
The black flame of the Night Killing Flame Demon Sword burned Ange's suit, but was slightly slowed down by the folding knife.
Despite the difference in power, Angers showed a relieved smile and continued swinging his sword.
'Gluttony' went straight to Finkel's throat.
If things develop in this way, Finkel will definitely die, and Angers will probably not feel better either.
Even if the Dark Demonic Blade failed to split Ange's body in half, the remaining flames were enough to clean up the mess.
A mutual destruction ending is the limit of what Finkel can do, and it is Angers's destiny as a warrior.
"Principal, your Time Zero is not that powerful." The voice seemed to come from a higher dimension.
Angé's eyes narrowed. Finkel's unexpected knife did not make him serious, but this voice did.
Possessing the power of time zero, he could feel himself being thrown to a lower level.
Finkel was in the normal flow of time, Angers stretched time 50 times, and this visitor stretched time to a higher level.
It is impossible to tell how many times it is. Angers only felt that the guy was very fast and he couldn't see his appearance clearly.
Until a hand grabbed his wrist holding Gluttony.
The slender white fingers lightly touched, and the tingling sensation went straight into the bones. Angé opened his palm, and "Gluttony" was caught by that hand.
The hand that grabbed the wrist and caught Gluttony was the same hand, but to Ange it looked like two hands, and the movement was so fast that even the leader of the secret party couldn't understand.
At the same time, two fingers pinched Finkel's Night Killing Flame Demon Sword.
The manic power was stopped lightly, with a cough, the black flame on the blade went out.
"Killing your own teacher is an unforgivable sin, Finkel." The voice sounded again: "The fight is over, cancel it."
The effects of the words disappeared completely.
Ange and Finkel saw who was coming. The guy smiled jokingly, holding "Gluttony" in one hand and Finkel's knife in the other.
"Han Qiu!" Finkel exclaimed.
"Disperse first." Han Qiu simply notified, and the Dustless Land chased after Finkel and Angers and directly separated the two.
After doing all this, he threw 'Gluttony' to the ground and reached out to adjust the bow around his neck.
I came in a hurry, and considering that this was a more formal occasion, I bought a suit on the way.
It fits well, but a bit expensive.
"Mr. Han?" Beowulf recognized the person. He remembered his appearance and had seen him at Chen's house.
He seems to be a distinguished guest of the Sheqi Eight Clans and has a good relationship with Yuan Zhisheng.
"Just call me Loki." Han Qiu bowed politely: "Principal Beowulf."
He turned and bowed to Ange again: "I am glad to see that you are safe and sound, Principal Ange."
Flamel had just returned to Valhalla when he heard this conversation and saw Han Qiu standing in the center like a king. It can be said that his head was exploded and he was confused.
Beowulf only heard the word "Loki" and ignored the greeting that followed.
God is about to destroy Kassel Academy. Dragons are coming out one after another, and it seems that they are about to come out in full force.
Is the world heading back to the dark days when dragons ruled?
No, there is still a chance.
Beowulf reached into his arms and took it. There were two detonation buttons of the nuclear bomb, one for him and one for Ange.
This little action naturally did not escape Han Qiu's eyes. He covered his face and chuckled: "Principal Beowulf, I don't want to be angry. I think you should know that Lu Lincheng's nuclear bomb did not hurt me at all. I don't mind watching you blow yourself into ashes, what do you think? Principal Ange."
Ange remained silent. The oppressive feeling Han Qiu gave him was completely different from what he remembered, completely the opposite.
It was because he remembered! He remembered the student named Han Qiu and what Han Qiu looked like.
This huge contrast made Angers very angry and sad. He was angry because of the misjudgment and deception, and he was sad because no matter what, Han Qiu was his former student.
He still remembers the phone call in Japan.
"Beowulf, stop." Angers said calmly.
Han Qiu bowed to Angé again, "Thank you."
After saying that, he walked towards Finkel.
Finkel's bloodline, which was about to get out of control, was temporarily stabilized under Han Qiu's spiritual influence, but spiritual power alone was not enough to save it.
"Go help Lao Lu, help Lao Lu..." Finkel said anxiously.
"It's okay. There's no way he can't handle four fake Odins." Han Qiu helped Finkel sit on the bench. "You're still a little outrageous when you go crazy."
"You know everything?" Finkel asked.
"I am omniscient and omnipotent." Han Qiu replied, looking around.
Valhalla was in a mess. The fight between Fingel and Ange caused the portraits of heroes to fall to the ground, and the cracks on the ground were caused by Fingel.
"You guys caused such a big noise by fighting. I really don't know what to say to you guys." Han Qiu sighed softly; Long Wen's recitation was barely audible.
The spirit of words, Yin Liu, and the wind carried the portraits back to the walls and hung them up.
Heroes should be where they are supposed to be.
The wind was still blowing, restoring all the places that needed to be restored. As for the cracked ground, Han Qiu could do nothing about it.
But this kind of ground is also good, sitting on the ruins and talking about a life-and-death war.
Han Qiu sat down next to Feng Geer, patted Feng Geer on the shoulder with a smile, and said, "You are such a jerk. You dare to challenge the principal."
I said the rest of the words in my heart: Damn, I didn't even dare to challenge the principal face to face at the beginning, and I would just avoid him when I saw him.
"Do you think we are air?" Ange coughed violently.
He encountered such a battle just after waking up, and he just held on for a long, long time.
"Han Qiu, you're not the same as before." His voice was a little hoarse after coughing.
Han Qiu was a little surprised. He stared into Angers eyes, which were so calm and clear. "Principal, do you still remember me?"
"Remember." He nodded.
"That's great... You remember me." Han Qiu's smile was short-lived, and he immediately switched to an expression of indifference: "Then I'll be frank, Principal, you only have two choices, either die here, or pretend nothing happened. Die with honor or live in humiliation, choose for yourself, I don't want to waste time."