Hearing Samuel's words, the phantom voice had an action of digging out his ears. He looked at Samuel in surprise. "What are you talking about?"
"Boy, why do you like to brag so much?"
"Fu*k, in my space, how can you survive, let alone win?"
Everything was under his control. Naturally, all of the resistance and attacks were futile. There was clearly no problem with the figure’s words.
"What can I use to win you? As you said, the one who controls everything is the winner, isn't it?" As soon as he finished speaking, Samuel moved and rushed toward the eight light rings.
The sword was like a stick, the stick was like a sword, the body movement was like a man, and the shadow was like a monkey. Samuel flew up and chopped wildly.
Just like before, in just a few seconds, the suns above Samuel’s head quickly fell like kites with a broken string, and then exploded on the spot like a balloon.
Then, eight more...
Eight more...
Nearly an hour later, there were countless suns cut by Samuel. The whole world was filled with the light and high temperature of the explosion as the scorching sun exploded wildly.
Samuel was sweating profusely. However, no one could tell whether the sweat was from the exhaustion of his physical strength or from the excessive heat.
That illusionary human figure once again appeared in the air. He watched Samuel in the air raise his blades toward the various light clusters but did not panic at all. Instead, he could only repeatedly laugh coldly.
Ignorant, childish, and even laughable.
For the figure, these were obviously nothing. On the contrary, they were like monkeys being played by him.
Samuel could be said to be attacking the figure’s Sun Rings, but for the figure, Samuel was just attacking the air.
These were nothing but harmless things. No matter how many Samuel killed or destroyed, it could not do any harm to the figure.
Everything was meaningless.
"Phew."
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