Prelude

Only now did things begin to feel real.

Xiao Tianyang had understood from the very beginning that the advantage gained at the start of a battle was merely meant to ease the pressure on himself later on.

Just like now.

Thanks to his previous efforts, even though Xiao Tianyang's final combo had failed to take effect,

the Purgatory Tyrant still limped slightly whenever it moved.

In other words, Xiao Tianyang's earlier actions might have seemed to lack any real destructive power.

But in reality, they had turned his opponent into a cripple!

Even if such injuries would not last long on the other party,

that slight advantage in reduced speed had bought Xiao Tianyang more time!

Congyun Blade in his right hand, [Scythe of Judgment] in his left!

Xiao Tianyang once again employed his most lethal dual-blade tactics!

But as the saying went, random punches could kill an old master.

The Purgatory Tyrant, which refused to follow any pattern, was like a malfunctioning automatic heavy machine gun.

Originally, as long as Xiao Tianyang understood all the parameters of the heavy machine gun and the external factors affecting it,

then combined that with the direction of its muzzle, he could easily determine the bullet trajectory.

It was like an extremely difficult math problem.

Once you solved it in a short time, dodging the bullets would not be a problem.

Of course, that was assuming you knew enough about guns and bullets.

If you did not understand them, then even seeing everything clearly would be useless.

The current Purgatory Tyrant was in precisely that state.

Yet it was not firing at a fixed target. Instead, it used a move that only appeared in games: sweeping fire!

At times, it even spared no effort to trade injury for injury, forcing Xiao Tianyang into