Chapter 38: The Departed in Self-Blindness
The level of the enemy is slightly higher.
However, it's not a big problem, the opponent is weakened and severely injured.
The advantage is mine!
Bai Wei, with the Han sword in his hand, took a step forward, then suddenly and swiftly twisted his body to dodge the oncoming deboning knife.
With a sweeping motion of his blade and a flourish of his sleeve, Bai Wei swiftly executed a precise cut, causing the deboning knife to immediately slip from the enemy's hand and fall to the ground.
Hmm?
This move seems somewhat familiar, it reminds me of the Qijiadao… but never mind, it's not the time to dwell on that.
Professor Heihe is clearly an amateur in the art of swordsmanship, his techniques are fierce, but filled with excessive and unnecessary movements.
In just three rounds of engagement, Bai Wei completely closed the distance.
Without delay, he swung his blade horizontally and struck.
The unnamed Ring-head sword, sharp as it is, sliced through the flesh, penetrating deep beneath the skin, causing Professor Heihe's garment to instantly tear, followed by a gaping wound, from which a few droplets of blood seeped out. However, as the blood emerged, it transformed into an inky blackness, extending out like menacing tendrils towards Bai Wei.
The dark, tentacle-like appendages nearly brushed against the side of his face.
Bai Wei quickly took a sliding step, altering his sword path, and with a single hand, he struck the ground while his right leg swept horizontally, attempting to disrupt his opponent's balance.
Crack…!
He delivered a strong kick to the vulnerable lower leg, and with great force, the sound of bones breaking could already be heard.
[Fracture]
The entries for injuries have all been displayed.
However, in an instant, this entry was immediately obscured.
[Fracture] → [Metamorphosed Relatives]
Even though his bones were fractured, he didn't even tremble, instead he strode forward with great momentum, using his broken right leg to sweep towards Bai Wei's face.
Bai Wei was sent flying backwards, colliding with the stacked wooden tables and chairs inside the warehouse, immediately causing a chaotic cloud of dust to billow.
"Sigh…" Bai Wei brushed off the dust from his shoulders and shook his numb arm, "Is it not accurate to call you a human anymore?"
"Divine blessings have been bestowed upon me!" Professor Heihe's vocal cords began to undergo a transformation.
The dissimilation degree leaped directly to eighty percent.
Apart from his physical appearance, perhaps all of the internal aspects of his being as a human have been completely replaced.
It goes without saying that anyone who worships the malevolent deity would undergo a transformation, undoubtedly unable to maintain a human appearance.
"You cannot prevent the ritual!"
"Today, I shall carry out the grand ceremony of burial!"
The follower of the malevolent deity roared, tearing off his garments, as an indescribable substance surged beneath his skin.
He approached Bai Wei, getting closer and closer, his mind inundated with uncontrollable, ferocious, bloodthirsty desires to kill.
[Ritual Progress: 85%]
Bai Wei's gaze oscillated between Heihe and the ceremony, and after a brief moment, he uttered a surprised exclamation.
He exhaled slowly and murmured, "They don't even allow a moment of respite…"
With a flick of his fingers, he struck the Han sword; the blade seemed to flow like a clear stream, resonating with a melodic hum.
As the minions of the malevolent deity roared ahead, Bai Wei also advanced without hesitation.
They faced each other, adopting a charging stance - one filled with frenzy, the other exhibiting calmness.
In the moment when their attacks crossed paths, or rather, before the collision of their attacks, splatters of blood had already burst forth from Heihe's body.
Dark crimson blood seeped out from the wound, this time without an immediate recovery.
His pupils violently contracted, and he stumbled backward several steps.
"This is…" tears of blood fell from his eyes. "Sword Qi."
Bai Wei brandished his blade and replied, "So be it."
"You too, so it turns out…," Professor Heihe covered his face, letting out a hoarse and deep laughter. "You too, a swordsman!"
He could never forget how, when the entire village was ruthlessly massacred, those swordsmen of the shogunate wielded weapons with cutting edge capable of severing even steel.
That was his lifelong nightmare, as well as the unforgettable memory.
At the final stage of his revenge, just as he was about to complete it, another person wielding Sword Qi appeared before him, intent on thwarting his plans.
One cannot help but say that it feels like an inevitable destiny.
On the vessel of this servant of the malevolent deity, a wailing black flame ignited, "You are a swordsman, seeking to kill me… In this sea of blood vendetta, we are sworn enemies for eternity."
In his eyes, Bai Wei was no different from those swordsmen, and even his remaining rationality was insufficient to make a judgment.
Seeking revenge!
Seeking vengeance!
Impulsively shouting, day and night, the restless souls were howling without cease.
Resentment, anger, lamentation, and tears transformed into pitch-black, mournful flames, entwining and assaulting him as his fists came crashing down.
While Bai Wei attempted to intervene, he was forcefully pushed back several meters, the indescribable burden of immense pressure bearing down upon him. For a moment, he feared his spine and limbs would shatter under the sheer weight.
Taking another glance, he found new buff attributes appearing above his opponent's head.
[Tormented souls, trapped in eternal anguish!]
…fuck!
…Just by unleashing a Sword Qi, he managed to push the BOSS to the third stage?
The ritual continues, and in the blink of an eye, it jumped to 88%.
If we delay any further, this bomb is about to explode!
Bai Wei lowered his posture, swiftly darting forward like a leopard pouncing. His Han sword, akin to an unbroken rainbow, emitted a sharp and piercing aura.
The sword aura pierced into the shoulder of the minion of the evil deity. With a twist of the Han sword, the scapula and muscles were instantly shattered, rendering one arm crippled.
However, Heihe showed no fear of pain, perhaps devoid of any sensation, gripping the Han sword tightly with his crippled left hand, clutching the blade of the weapon, and launching another forceful punch.
Bai Wei dared not directly confront this attack.
The seemingly ordinary downward strike held within it the resentment and bitterness of hundreds of vengeful spirits.
The strength of one individual is insufficient to bear the anger of a hundred people.
He decisively released the Han sword and took a step back, attempting to create distance.
"Do you intend to flee?" roared Heihe, "A renowned swordsman shamefully abandoning his own weapon!"
He truly believed that he was engaged in a deadly duel with the swordsmen who had slaughtered the entire village within his nightmare.
Bai Wei let out a sigh and immediately, with great speed, executed a deceptive maneuver by swiftly returning after just shifting his stance slightly.
Heihe laughed maniacally, "That's right! Come and fight me! I will kill you, leaving nothing but shattered flesh!"
However, the longed-for deadly duel he had dreamed of would never come to fruition.
Bai Wei raised his right hand, the sharp blade reflecting the dim sunlight.
Heihe's expression froze.
It was not a traditional Chinese sword, but rather the deboning knife he had discarded.
In an instant, the surging and explosive vital energy propelled the human body to unleash its terrifying potential, causing the blade to shine brilliantly with an immensely dazzling speed.
Observing from the sidelines, it was akin to a thunderbolt flashing across the sky.
…Flashing Purple Light!
The slashing motion through the air exceeded even the deboning knife's capacity to bear, causing the seemingly ordinary weapon to be covered in cracks upon cleaving into the body of the demonic entity. As it shattered, the ensuing burst of shattered fragments unleashed a devastating secondary harm.
Heihe's body was continuously inflicted with severe injuries, driven by determination, he raised his hand in an attempt to grasp that dazzling blade of light.
He managed to seize it.
He managed to seize only the remaining half of the deboning knife.
Bai Wei released his grip, grasped the hilt, and proceeded to switch swords.
Drew the blade, execute a sweeping cut, turn around, and display a poised stance.
Blood sprayed across the ground, like an artist's bold stroke.
The head soared and fell, blossoming in a shower of blood.
The headless corpse of Heihe clung tightly to the broken edge of the deboning knife, taking two feeble steps forward before collapsing to the ground.
The severed head that had fallen to the ground gazed upon the youth's receding figure. In this moment, surprisingly, there was no longer any trace of resentment within him. At least this time, he didn't have to struggle for survival all alone until the very end.
Whispered fragments of speech reached his ears once again, but this time, they were no longer bitter curses, but rather a nostalgia-inducing cacophony. Accompanied by the laughter of elders and the clamor of children, the sound filled the air.
He closed his eyes.
The burning pitch-black flames also slowly dispersed.
[May the departed rest in peace]
In Bai Wei's gaze, this line of words also faded away with the wind.
In this world, there are always some people who, as long as they are alive, cannot find release; perhaps death is the desired destination for them.
