Extreme Death-Seven Nights

As Fang Li raised the sharp dagger high, pointing it into the air, an unprecedentedly terrifying killing intent began to spread.

"————!"

Sensing that deadly killing intent, Sherlock's heart tightened, and his expression turned solemn.

Sherlock knew that Fang Li had a very powerful trump card hidden inside.

Fang Li had already used that trump card once.

With it, Fang Li's power surged to an astonishing level in that instant, leaving Sherlock unable to react. By the time he realized what was happening, Fang Li had already launched an attack on Scarlet Bullet.

Unfortunately, while that trump card was powerful, its side effects were equally terrifying.

Even if Fang Li uses it, Sherlock has plenty of ways to deal with it.

But now, Sherlock realizes he was wrong.

Fang Li indeed has a very powerful trump card hidden inside.

However, this is not the only trump card.

"To be honest, this is the first time I've used it in actual combat," Fang Li in a low voice without opening his eyes.

"Although I have practiced it many times, I still haven't fully mastered this move. I can only make it half as effective. But it is the most powerful move in the Seven Nights Assassination Technique that I have mastered. It is no exaggeration to call it a finishing move."

"...Is that so?" Sherlock nodded, saying as if he had expected it, "I also deduced from your skills that you possess a very powerful Assassination Arts, but I didn't expect that what you showed was not the whole story."

"So, it's my only hope of defeating you immediately," Fang Li said indifferently. "Even if it's only half effective, if you can withstand it, then give it a try."

As soon as he finished speaking, the murderous aura emanating from Fang Li's entire body began to intensify little by little, spreading outwards like a tangible pressure.

The intense killing intent caused Sherlock's body to slowly tense up, and he slowly raised his weapon.

A longsword resembling that used by medieval knights reappears in Sherlock's hands.

It seems that Sherlock had already retrieved the sword while using the Scarlet Bullet to teleport.

After all, it was a priceless treasure lent to Sherlock by Her Majesty the Queen of England, not something that could be easily lost.

Holding the sword, Sherlock raised his head and stared at Fang Li with unfocused eyes.

"Snap—!"

At the same time, behind Sherlock, the entrance to the ICBM, which had been converted into a manned vehicle, suddenly opened.

Based on Sherlock's Orderly Foresight, he should have boarded an ICBM during this period.

Unfortunately, the appearance of Fang Li caused Sherlock's reasoning to fail.

Faced with that stimulating murderous aura, Sherlock knew that without the Scarlet Bullet, he absolutely could not walk into the ICBM with his back to Fang Li.

Thus, Sherlock could only face the Fang Li, and all his senses extended out like tentacles, replacing his vision to observe everything around him.

"So..."

Only then did Fang Li suddenly speak.

"I'm in."

The murderous aura exploded like flames.

"Choke----!"

Accompanied by a melodious clang of swords, a streak of light suddenly appeared, like a Spiral aurora, shooting forward.

That's Fang Li's Moon Blade.

At that very moment, Fang Li tensed up, and like a spinning top, he spun around and hurled the Moon Blade in his hand.

That wasn't a simple throw; it was a thrust that concentrated all the strength of the body.

Therefore, the sharp dagger, carrying all of Fang Li's strength, was violently thrown and transformed into a rapidly spinning bullet, flashing through space and shooting towards Sherlock's direction.

The speed was incredibly fast.

Having unleashed his senses like a radar, Sherlock reacted in time, almost instantly raising his longsword to block the Spiral aurora that shot out.

"Laugh----!"

With a sharp whooshing sound, the dagger, transformed into Spiral bullet, swept in like lightning, landing heavily on the longsword.

"Clang—!"

The loud clanging sound transformed into a wave of sound, like the tolling of a bell, echoing in all directions.

At that moment, Sherlock was suddenly startled.

Because Sherlock could clearly feel the astonishing force coming from the dagger that landed on his weapon.

It felt as if a train had crashed into it.

Under these circumstances, Sherlock, sword and all, was sent flying backward, his feet scraping the ground as he staggered backward.

"Chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp—!"

The dagger, like Spiral bullet, continued to ram into Sherlock's longsword, sending sparks flying as it rubbed against the blade, generating waves of terrifying power that surged through Sherlock's body.

"Ugh... Ahh...

Sherlock, who was retreating at breakneck speed, couldn't help but let out a low growl. He gripped his longsword tightly, desperately defending against the powerful force coming at him. Even though his hands were numb, he didn't let go of the weapon in his hand.

No, it should be said that we cannot let go.

Once released, the unstoppable dagger would transform into a wild horse, piercing through Sherlock's body like a laser beam.

Therefore, Sherlock must never let go of the sword in his hand.

"Bang—!"

A strong gust of wind exploded on Sherlock's body.

At this moment, Sherlock chose to use his superpowers to assist himself in defense.

Under the intense wind pressure, Sherlock's entire body seemed to be covered with an invisible armor of wind. His retreating figure gradually stopped, and the surge of airflow also strengthened his arm strength, allowing Sherlock to defend against the incoming attack.

The dagger, which had transformed into Spiral bullet, was finally forced to stop, and its spinning trend became weaker and weaker.

"Clang—!"

At a certain moment, with a crisp sound, the dagger that had been piercing Sherlock's longsword blade with sparks flew out.

However, almost at the same time, Sherlock's expression changed.

"I knew it, this level of resolution wouldn't be enough to solve your problem."

At that sound, a figure silently darted into Sherlock's arms.

"Whoosh—!"

The dagger, which had somehow returned to its master's hand, sliced through the air, separating the wind pressure around Sherlock, and shot out like lightning.

"Pfft—!"

With a tearing sound, a spray of blood splattered into the sky.

It was accompanied by a low, humming sound.

"Extreme Death - Seven Nights..."