Notes of the Creator God

"Do you want to continue?"

Wright stood there casually, playing with the sword in his hand.

"call...ha...call......"

Yichuan gasped, blood and sweat mixed together and flowed down. He felt like he could hardly hold the sword.

In the past five minutes, he launched one fierce attack after another, trying his best to break through Wright's defense.

I have also drank all the buff potions that I can drink, I have used all the auxiliary attack methods that I can use, and I have also tried other weapons such as bows, arrows, axes, and shields.

No matter how many times we attack, no matter what means we use, we can never cross the dividing line drawn by Wright.

With every attack, Yichuan would retreat when the number of wounds approached thirty. Fortunately, Wright would not pursue him, otherwise Yichuan would have been defeated long ago.

At this moment, there are twenty-one wounds on Yichuan's body, and they are healing at a rate of one every five seconds.

The high-speed healing of wounds requires the consumption of satiety as a price. The dry food Yichuan temporarily prepared in his dimensional backpack is almost finished. The remaining amount is probably only enough to support him to complete an attack.

"Mr. Wright......"Yichuan simply sat down on the spot and began to take out food from his dimensional backpack to restore his satiety, speed up wound healing and physical recovery,"Your swordsmanship is indeed outstanding......."

"After all, I was an adventurer before I became a protozoan. I have experienced many more narrow escapes than you."

There was no mockery in Wright's words. He was just telling the truth. The purpose was to make Yichuan understand the strength gap between the two and give up as soon as possible.

"I said it, Mr. Ikawa. As long as I'm here, no one can destroy this 'keyhole'"

"What if my companion comes to support me at this time?

Wright smiled and said calmly:"That's impossible, Mr. Yichuan." Yichuan heard something was wrong and asked,"What do you mean?""

"Your companions probably won’t be able to help you until hell is reconnected."

"what do you mean......"

Wright's words made Yichuan feel uneasy.

"Well, I think there is nothing to hide at this time."Wright spread his hands and sat down,"The ones guarding the other two keyholes are 'Dead Silence'.’、‘'Konoe' and 'Latent Shadow'’"

"etc! You said 'latent image'? Isn’t that guy already......"

"There is a new talent who has become the 'Latent Shadow', Mr. Ikawa. It's normal that you don't know. After all, this is a temporary decision made by His Highness."

"new...‘Latent Image'? who is it?"

"She is someone you are also very familiar with, her name is Lin Xiyu"

"！"

"Who becomes the 'latent image', that's not the point, Mr. Ikawa. What's important——"

Wright put away his smile and said seriously:

"Even if your three original body companions destroyed the 'Keyhole', it is absolutely impossible to defeat the 'Dead Silence' and the 'Konou'."

"‘Needless to say,"Death Silence", although he has no divine armor, has a combat power comparable to that of a divine armor user."Konou" is already proficient in using divine armor, and he is definitely not a person who can defeat someone with a half-baked native body. but me——"

"Seat 11·'Gluttony', the original form of contemporary zombies, the 'hero' of pre-human beings, the 'brave' who slays dragons’......"

"You are absolutely invincible. This time, the temple’s plan must be absolutely certain."

"You can't stop the restart of hell, not this time, nor before. The temple's plan has never failed, and you have been played by the temple every time."

"Just admit defeat, Mr. Yichuan, and don’t cause yourself any more wounds."

"It will save a lot of trouble for you and me. We can sit and chat and wait for hell to restart."

Facing Wright's words of persuasion to surrender, Yichuan was silent for a moment, and then laughed out loud.

"That's a nice offer, Mr. Wright. If possible, I would also like to stop fighting with you. The wounds you left on me are quite painful......."

"That being the case......"

"But no...Maybe you are right. My companions may have fallen, and maybe I am the only one left fighting alone.......But so what?"

Yichuan finished the last bite of bread, wiped the sweat and blood from his head, picked up the sword beside him, and stood up again.

The wounds have all healed themselves, and he can continue to fight.

"I can't stop fighting in the middle. This is disappointing everyone's expectations....Kate, we are still waiting for news of our victory!"

Wright looked at the man in front of him who had re-arranged his posture, sighed softly, stood up again, and picked up his sword.

"Mr. Ikawa......"Wright sincerely praised,"You have transformed from a 'mortal' to a 'warrior'. After a period of experience, you will surely grow into a 'hero' who is not inferior to us!""

"Thank you for your kind words, Mr. Wright. But I feel like I'm not worthy of being a hero——"

Yichuan raised his sword, his offensive posture was ready, and he was ready to go.

"The only people who can become heroes are people like Mr. Wright, and I——"

"Just being able to fight a hero like you is enough!"

Wright swung his sword to shake off the excess blood.

"Mr. Yichuan, I will use all my strength next. This sword will determine the outcome and everything will be settled. Do you understand?"

"please!"

"good."

Since Wright said that one move will determine the outcome, Yichuan certainly did not dare to be careless at all and had to work hard.

All the strength and all the skills must be concentrated on the next move.

The weapons are equal. Next, the competition is strength and speed. It is impossible for Yichuan to compare with Wright in terms of strength. Even if Wright intends to converge, there is still a gap. The power gap between humans and original organisms cannot be easily narrowed.

The only one who has a chance to catch up is All that matters is speed.

Observe Wright's posture, observe his moves at that moment, and look for flaws that are almost impossible to find - and then -