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What should you do if your enemy is a hundred times faster than you and you can't even capture even a single slight shadow of his?

If your enemy's body is elusive, what should you do when you look back and he appears in front of you again?

What should you do if your enemies move with the shadow, move with the shadow, everywhere but without traces?

The answer is very simple.

You don't need to be faster than him, nor do you need to be elusive than him, and you don't even have to do that kind of move that is as terrifying as contrary to common sense.

There is only one thing you need to do.

That is, slow down your enemies.

If he cannot catch his figure and slow down his speed, wouldn't he be able to catch it?

If he is elusive and the dragon is invisible and has no end to see his head, and his movements become slow, then will it be visible?

What if he moves with the shadow?

Then control the shadows and make his movements become a prison that binds him.

Because his greatest reliance is also his greatest weakness.

"Then, time starts to flow again."

When the voice of the star ring fell, the ten-meter-range time barrier suddenly retracted, and he was bound back into his body with him as the center.

Then, as he said, time began to flow again.

"Ahhhhhhh-!" A shrill scream pierced the sky above the resurrection point.

This is the voice of the shadow man.

But when he was freed from the barrier of time, what appeared before him was a broken right arm.

The severe pain that could not be noticed during the cessation was also exerted in his finally awake consciousness.

"What did you do?! What did you do?!" His figure kept moving in all the shadows everywhere, and angry and surprised voices kept coming from all corners.

"Don't be excited, young man." Xinghuan slowly picked up the dead grass left by the shadow man on the ground, and crushed it into debris between his fingers. "It was just a broken hand, and it screamed like a dead mother."

"What did you do?!" The shadow master still shouted hysterically, ignoring the malicious mockery of Star Rings.

"What can I do?" Xinghuan smiled, "It's just a little smile."

"Oh by the way." Xinghuan casually glanced around the scene, as if he remembered something, "Your hand is not here with me."

As he finished speaking, he turned his eyes to my arms.

There, holding a brown broken arm tightly.

"By the way, I noticed something just now, young man, do you see if I analyzed it right?" Xinghuan glanced at the broken hand in my arms, then turned to face the position just now and said.

"I found that although you can move between shadows, if you want to make an attack, you can only stretch out your right hand." Xinghuan's mouth raised slightly, "Yes, what I'm talking about is the broken right hand."

"Shut up!" Shadow Master's emotions seemed extremely unstable. He was probably extremely angry now.

Xinghuan became more angry when he heard the tone of the shadow master, and the smile on his face became more and more proud, "Oh? Look at your appearance, maybe because I was right? That's really embarrassing."

"..." The shadow master was gasping heavily. The pain and emotional fluctuations made him almost speechless now, and he could only emit some trembling syllables.

It seems that he is really angry.

Yes, if any person's hand is inexplicably cut off, it will probably look like this.

What's more, for the shadow writer, it is not just a hand, but also an important part of maintaining his shadow's ability. Taking this hand is equivalent to breaking his way of wealth.

And for such a person who regards money as his life, it is undoubtedly the biggest blow.

"Don't be excited. If I tell you that you can take your hand back..." Xinghuan sat down with a stone, his tone full of playing.

"What?! Tell me! Tell me quickly!" As if an addict had seen a drug that had been away from for a long time, the shadow man roared like crazy, without any sense of asking for help.

"Hey hey... are you asking for help?" Xinghuan knocked the ground with a bamboo stick, "Don't tell me that your family taught you this way."

The shadow writer ignored Xinghuan's words and continued to do whatever he wanted, "Speak quickly! If you don't say anything, I will kill you! I will really kill you! Kill you!!!"

The sound he roared was quite high, and the sharp tone was almost pierced my eardrum.

"That's how I don't repent, right?" Xinghuan shook his head with some regret, "It's so regretful."

Immediately afterwards, he looked at me, "It's a long night."

"Yes?" I responded.

"Take the useless, long, brown thing in your hand and burn it." He stretched out his finger and pointed at the right arm in my arms, then waved to the back, as if throwing garbage.

"Okay, I'll do it now." I nodded, threw the broken arm in my arms to the ground, and then stepped on my feet tightly, and at the same time, the spell of the fireball technique began to chant in my mouth.

"Remember to increase your vitality a little, otherwise it will be troublesome if you can't burn it clean." Xinghuan blinked and reminded with concern.

"Stop..." The shadower's voice came from the shadow weakly.

"Oh by the way, don't use this sulfur. The fireball technique produced by this sulfur is not purified enough. Try me." A piece of sulfur thrown over the star ring, "Well, what did you hear just now?"

I took the sulfur and shook my head, "I didn't hear it."

"Okay, that's probably because I'm hallucinating. Oh... When I reach middle age, I'm prone to all kinds of problems." He shook his head helplessly.

"Stop..." Shadow Master's voice gradually became soft, far less hysterical and tough than before. He was probably ready to beg for mercy.

"Then you should hurry up and continue to chant spells. Why are you standing here? All the materials are ready for you." Xinghuan looked at me and blamed him, "This is the best sulfur in my magic material reserve. It's just right to use it to roast pig's trotters."

"Yes, okay." I picked up Rin Slater's colorful post in my left hand, picked up the sulfur block in my right hand, and began to mutter something in my mouth.

"Take all the scorched sand of the Infinite Hell, and strip the scabs of the hot elves..."

"I was wrong, I'm sorry..."

"Suck the burning flowers of the mountains in the fire world, and pick the burning slag from the bottom of the dwarf's furnace..."

"I'm really wrong. Please give me my hand..."

"Compress, refine, absorb, purify; then, bloom!" A ball of flame in my hand jumped and crackled.

"Let me do anything! Please! Please give me your hand back! I beg you!" Shadow Master couldn't ask for it, and even cried out of control.

"Stop!" Xinghuan raised his big hand and ordered.

The flame in my hand also extinguished and turned into a ray of smoke and dust sublimated by sulfur.

"Hey, tell me, I'd better have this been the case." Xinghuan shook his head, "and wasted a piece of good sulfur."
Chapter completed!