Chapter 2258 ck Skull Universe Pirates! (1)


    The appearance of the Poison Curse me Spear left the martial warriors of the opposing Poison Boar Race momentarily stunned.


    However, with their richbat experience, especially during the time they were enved, they faced life-and-death situations many times, quickly regaining theirposure.


    "Roar!"


    A furious roar erupted from their leader, and as the seemingly identical legacy battle technique approached, a fierce glint shed in his eyes. The Poison and Fire Force surged within him, once again condensing into the Poison Curse me Spear.


    Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh…


    In an instant, these Poison Curse me Spears directly shed with the oing attack.


    He didn''t believe the opponent mastered the Poison Curse me Spear. It was probably just imitation. The true power of the Poison Curse me Spear wasn''t something easily learned.


    At this moment, the Poison Boar Race martial warriors had the same thoughts as Guizang Yan.


    They couldn''t help but deceive themselves. This situation was a bit… unimaginable.


    Which martial warrior could learn someone else''s martial technique with just a nce?


    Even eternal-stage martial warriors couldn''t achieve such a feat.


    It was unrealistic and against the principles of martial arts!


    Wang Teng could somewhat guess their thoughts, and all he could respond with was two words — Haha!


    Boom!


    The next moment, the two attacks collided, and two clusters of emerald-green mes erupted, swirling and spreading in all directions.


    The constant shes of the emerald-green mes created a deadlock between the two sides.


    However, soon after, the emerald-green mes on the side of the Poison Boar Race martial warrior began to retreat steadily.


    It was like two poisonous creatures engaged in a battle, but with different levels of strength, one side was bound to fall into a disadvantage sooner orter.


    The leader of the Poison Boar Race martial warrior showed a slight change in expression, disying disbelief.


    His Poison Curse me Spear was inferior to the opponent''s!


    Was this a joke?


    A mocking curve appeared at the corner of Wang Teng''s mouth. Although his mastery of the Poison Curse me Spear was only at a well-versed level, it was superior to the opponent''s.


    The Poison Force contained within was the poison of the Demon Lotus Poison Body, far surpassing ordinary Poison Force.


    The power of mes, likewise, was not ordinary fire but a fusion of several beast mes.


    With thebined influence of these two special powers, the opponent''s Poison Curse me Spear naturally couldn''t match up to Wang Teng''s version.


    It could be said that these techniques, when wielded by Wang Teng, often exhibited a power far greater than their original owner. n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om


    The emerald-green mes recoiled as if being swept back by a violent wind. The expression on the Poison Boar Race martial warrior''s face turned unpleasant, tinged with a hint of panic. He quickly withdrew, but it was toote.


    Boom!


    The emerald-green mes directly engulfed him, and a miserable scream echoed.


    The Poison Boar Race martial warrior was wrapped in mes, struggling futilely to dispel the fire.


    As the mes burned, numerous emerald-green patterns instantly appeared on his body, spreading from his neck to his face. They were remarkably simr to the patterns on Yizang Xinuo''s palm.


    "This…" Yizang Xinuo waspletely stunned.


    This was the opponent''s legacy battle technique!


    Identical!


    Even the effects were so eerily simr.


    She couldn''t help but nce at her palm, then looked at the Poison Boar Race martial warrior struggling in front of her. She was unable to suppress a shiver.


    This martial technique was so terrifying. Ifpletely enveloped, she might end up looking like this.


    At the same time, Hengzang Mo, Guizang Yan, and the others saw this scene too. They were astounded.


    Did he really learn the battle technique of the Poison Boar Race?


    "Tun Shan!" A shout erupted from the mouths of several ves, a mix of shock and anger. They hadn''t expected theirrade to be dealt with so easily, resulting in a significant loss of their fighting strength.


    "You can''t escape," Hengzang Mo blocked an attack from one of the ves and shouted.


    These ves had a good n. They wanted to catch the talents of the five families and force them to submit to them. That way, they could escape.


    Unfortunately, they underestimated the strength of the five families'' rising stars. Even though the ves outnumbered them, they couldn''tpletely subdue them for the time being.


    "Hmph!"


    A cold snort suddenly echoed, and three heaven-stage ves rushed in from behind.


    These ves were originally imprisoned in the underground dungeons of the Five Burials Hotel, but for some reason, they escaped. Now, even heaven-stage ves appeared. It seemed like the hotel''s defenders were either killed or restrained, temporarily unable to break free.


    "Make way!" One of the heaven-stage martial warriors had a stern expression, his gaze fixed on Hengzang Mo and the others. This was their only chance, and there was no room for error.


    "Damn it!" Hengzang Mo, Guizang Yan, and the others had a slight change in expression. They were ultimately separated by a major realm from the heaven stage. what''s more, there were three heaven-stage martial warriors. Even if they could engage in cross-tier battles, they couldn''t guarantee victory.


    Moreover, these ves possessed a fierce determination to fight to the death, making them even more terrifying than ordinary warriors.


    They were forced into a corner, with no choice but to fight desperately for a glimmer of hope.


    Facing such opponents was undoubtedly the most terrifying.


    Boom!


    A heaven-stage martial warrior pressed his hand down and congregated his Force into a palm imprint. He wanted to suppress the three martial warriors.


    Hengzang Mo, Guizang Yan, and the others immediately felt an immense force pushing down on them, veins bulging on their foreheads.


    "Get lost!"


    An angry roar came out of Guizang Yan''s mouth. He was burning with anger. As a talent, he wouldn''t allow himself to be suppressed by a bunch of ves.


    The next moment, a war de appeared in his hand. He shed it out with a terrifying ze of mes.


    Boom!


    The palm imprint was unexpectedly blocked in mid-air, and cracks even appeared on it.