Free Web NovelChapter 224: Chapter 28: The Ultimate Blade
The Fetal Ghost carried the hearts of the eight individually governed entities in its embrace; as for the white mist, upon hearing these words of intent, it seemed capable of thought.
"Even if you say so, we do not understand you. After all, the power of your family is not insignificant."
The white mist had yet to speak. "Is Elder Qin also one of the governors? And you are the same as him?"
"Why are you so afraid? Since you’ve come all the way here, you must die without rest. Don’t you dare acknowledge what you’ve done?"
In a realm far removed from the mundane world, Elder Qin entered into a state of profound concentration.
This pair felt a suffocating sensation; though it was clear that the vast emptiness bore no battlefield, they were subjugated by some tangible overwhelming force from Wang and Lin, whose power was soft yet formidable.
The white mist remained silent.
"So, is it convenient for you now that Elder Qin’s gambling courtyard has been destroyed?"
Zhong Xu said:
White mist felt an indescribable sensation as if being watched by an unblinking gaze, yet this was not entirely different from how it always felt before. Somehow, it felt a premonition that something would happen next, but it had yet to receive any feedback.
Indeed, there was the very real presence of the facility manager, observing this spectacle at a certain moment.
Though the facility manager had never possessed any magical abilities, it merely needed to look with its eyes to clearly see the opposite side.
At this moment the facility manager saw a terrifying beam of light piercing through, a kind of phantasmagoria, as murder intent and killing aura accumulated.
It was this boundary that was the rarefied realm of the cosmic and the divine, yet whether it could convert this newfound sensation into an uplifting of raw power remained to be seen.
Having already experienced a bout with Nie Zhongshan, this battle gave Qin a chance to gain some new insights.
Wujiu firmly resolved to try this once. The longer this type of battle dragged on, the more attention he concentrated, the stronger his own vulnerability appeared, yet the greater his power became.
In an environment that was abnormally still, Wujiu’s eyes began to glow with a profound light—Elder Qin firmly grasped the necessary evil that must be slain.
"We must swiftly resolve our confrontation with the facility manager and the white mist," said Erleipu. "Though the status of the Governors poses a danger to me, I find the strength of the white mist to be very formidable. However stubborn that power may be, without a solution, it would only become more troublesome the longer it persisted."
Wang could sense the thorny nature of the facility manager, but Chu Qing’s gaze remained unaffected by his threats.
By raising the stakes and weakening oneself, you essentially play right into this particular game of absolute power. He frowned at the thought.
Wujiu keenly felt the mystic subtlety of the rules as they kicked into effect at the manager’s bidding.
Win or lose, the terms were always simple and to the advantage of the holder.
Although you cannot impose a negative state on your opponent, and you seem to have no association with the terms when you lose, you can still harvest all four positive states for yourself.
If you own the terms and win, you will automatically impose four negative states on your opponent.
Every clash between the two players will bring forth four cards, and depending on the size of the hand, victory or defeat is decided.
This is far from a fair game, to be precise. To advance through this game is to form a special link with your opponent and exert control, all while occupancy of the perfect terms exists within.
The evil spell cards.
"I hope you draw a good hand; to me, you’re just another character in the game," said Chu Qing.
As Zhu Rong, a grotesque creature resembling a dwarf, watched with his murder-intent filled glare and focused gaze, Zhong Xu, with his enormous, fat, and rotund body, played the manager.
"I will let my chefs take care of you, using your heart for cooking. Is this still such a rare sight? Have you taken command over the form of a fallen creature?"
Chu Qing, who had a knack for battle desire, saw an opportunity in the robust, white-boned figure of the white mist after its transfomation.
Both took their stand, openly declaring their choice of opponent.
Only two perfect phrases, and yet Chu Qing made no mistake in the guessing game, managing the household profitably without spending too much strength.
The perfect phrase transformed: "From this to that, the disappearance of the boss, the emergence of evil, the perfect abomination: Ninth Grade Transformation of Strange Flesh."
Even at the very least, in this one spot, it went beyond just being a chubby kid, even the men and women were equal. Kek kek kek kek kek. It was an enemy to all, an enemy of every ruler, it must achieve its long-standing desire, it obeys only its commanders’ orders, knowing only to be utterly loyal to the household administration.
"Apart from having two children and, in addition to that, several sons, it only feels that people are of no use apart from being food for it after not being able to turn into something that can manage offerings and service to a great extent; it has turned into something wicked to the slightest casual glance in its eye."
This one, who has been a black-faced individual with lacquered appearance since the start, is also a thorn in the side, and the five officials have no one.
Then he looked toward the household manager again.
The white fog inside his heart became even more restless and powerful, thinking back to some hidden might that was hinted at.
"Why could he only have such a low ranking in the heavenly endowment? After all these hundreds of years, facing the feeding territory, Zhong Xu should have consumed enough not to be any less than evil incarnate... but the opponent still owns a gluttonous horde. It is really strange, yet the power of his life companion is beyond compare,"
Every ruler, perhaps even more so in their own dominions, backed up by the extraterritorial forces, possessed almost all the towers outside.
These rulers spent even more time in those towers, not necessarily holed up in some forbidden land.
This was a very big question... He discovered something about himself in front of this ruler one moment; he couldn’t even imagine what the twenty-second rank might be like, hardly receiving any feedback or improvement on stepping into the sixth rank after coming out of the tower. freeωebnovēl.c૦m
Twenty-second rank.
The entire building shook violently due to Zhong Xu’s overexerted force, the attack was like a cannon punch heading straight for him.
A continuous attack.
"You’re too weak. How could you bet and lose a worthless cat in such a pitiful gambit?"
As Zhong Xu’s shadowy figure had already closed in, unable to catch his breath, his body slammed into the wall.
The white fog felt so unable to resist that it seemed he could not even consolidate his own form, a state that was hardly distinguishable from that of a fallen evil. Zhong Xu launched a strong attack that was perfectly matched with his domain. His Ghostlike Stone would even release some kind of negative field after Zhong Xu got closer, especially.
In this battle, white fog was in a weaker position too, barely depending on the strength of the twentieth rank life companion. There was not much to fear about Zhong Xu’s physical presence, as white fog wore a lot of phrasal chains.
The twentieth rank was completely unknown territory.
But the profit gained after each promotion would grow increasingly, even though the strength of the life companion was increasingly hard to elevate moving forward.
Yet, cracks finally started showing on the stark white bones of the double wings.
But still, he took this heavy punch intended to strike him flying while simultaneously activating multiple defensive motions.
Only then could he use his double wings as a shield, simultaneously deploying steel-iron armaments, taking advantage of the nightmare’s eye devouring force on the opposite hand and transforming the five flowing forces into dissolvable parts.
White fog realized he was very difficult to avoid, as he could clearly see Zhong Xu’s movements unfold, his body could not keep up with the instinctive reaction, and the massive iron fist was approaching at an instant.
It wasn’t because he was extremely fast, nor because the air twisted so quickly, but it was because of his fists, which brought along a destroying force with each and every move of Zhong Xu.
Fearing the extreme speed the most on this battleground, the powerful life companion force made every one of Zhong Xu’s moves bring a destructive power.
Zhong Xu launched another attack, pairing the twenty-second rank life companion power perfectly with extreme speed, making him no lesser than ninety-five percent.
"You’re worth much more than my imagination, being gobbled up by you,"
Zhong Xu’s smile twisted even more.
This was bound to be a fight of blood and flesh, a brutal confrontation with this ruler.
Due to Zhong Xu’s possession of a dark golden island weapon of fallen evil type, he absorbed one piece of elemental weapon artifacts, as white fog did not use any elemental attack.
Shadowy figures locked in a deathly embrace, Zhong Xu’s eyes stared intently, his arms and body covered with these eyes. At the same time, providing a nightmarish view, they were capable of dispelling any direct attack.
If Erleipu were to even open more eyes, a strong visual perception and an intensified reaction would make it impossible to fully capture Zhong Xu’s movements.
"These kinds of spirited lumps are the most annoying," he said.
His strength drained, a handsome figure tumbled down into the lower sky, its white bone wings flinging out.
In his anger, Zhong Xu flung out the white mist, blood splattering everywhere.
With frightening ease, the numerous sharp barbs and demonic spikes easily penetrated Zhong Xu’s corpulent waist, weaving a dense pattern of lethal punctures through his flesh.
The white mist’s attacks were as swift as lightning; it could oppress Zhong Xu at any moment. The white-scaled upper body went into a frenzied bout of stabbing, ready to act in this instant.
Preparing for an axe throw, Zhong Xu caught one of the white mist’s battle axes.
"You’re just like them. They don’t do anything, which makes life less interesting. But apart from eliminating the boredom, these little termites have triggered a few attacks against us over the past seven hundred years. According to rumors, not even a single seventh-order one can be found, just third-order termites," he effortlessly lifted the white fog as he spoke.
"Shouldn’t a battlefield be an equal contest of strength?" the white mist said, asking rhetorically as he appeared to have teleported instantly from a far distance, having his arm, which was large enough to grasp the neck of the white mist, there in the blink of an eye.
He could hardly have fully observed Zhong Xu’s actions. freewebnσvel.cøm
The enhanced visual perception of Erleipu made space itself seem to twist.
Another extreme movement would be a terrifying affair as a twenty-second phase companion of life. Extreme movement started the battle.
"Every floor has its own things, but this one is exceptionally thick. Even worse than evil beings of my own kind," Zhong Xu sneered, sparks flying from the sharp edges of his demonic horns.
"This discussion is over," he stated.
He only wanted to kill, no longer caring to speak.
—But Qin might know many secrets of this world, or perhaps he did not. Nevertheless, Zhong Xu’s upper body had a wealth of information he could not disclose, having suddenly realized this himself.
In Zhong Xu’s eyes, human life was never worth anything at all. No matter what the white mist said, life had no meaning.
"Life is priceless in its value, but because you people messed up my plans, I originally wanted to join you all. There’s so much more to life, so interesting, isn’t it? But in this world, it’s certain there are losers. The big families rely on their own struggles to win or lose, and isn’t it a pity to expend the lives of their men for something not worth much at all?"
"Exactly," said the white mist nonchalantly. "This place is just a gambling ring, and there’s no point in existence if it’s not destroyed."
White mist had no way of predicting what would happen even for a moment today, let alone making preparations for Elder Qin, the overlord who might be looking at his own era right now. Even Elder Qin, for that matter, was just one of the eighty-nine controllers.
The battle was decided in an instant, just as it had started.
Colors started to fade from his vision... a blurred sliver left by the overseer’s gaze.
Even Zhong Xu felt a tremor, faced with an absolute slash.
No matter how formidable, the rules themselves would crumble before the actual effect should it come to pass.
Any semblance of negotiating terms would be nullified by this one slash, these heavily armed hands becoming perfect symbols of the evil spell cards, something obliterated with one swipe!
Although the slash seemed to be cutting through the overseer’s upper body, it was, in fact, a line projecting from the white mist’s eye—a lineup that was once again putting himself in danger.
At this very moment, Zhong Xu pressed the white mist into an extreme corner, just right.
The overseer saw an imminent vision of his own death flash before him, just as the blade’s light struck! Not even the speed of lightning or a spark could match its velocity.
The line of sight shrank... when the peculiar moment arrived.
Elder Qin entered into some kind of profound state as if imitating Buddha—his breathing, heartbeat, and consciousness jumped to another level—giving the illusion of ethereal disengagement even though he remained completely motionless.
Why would he feel a spine-chilling coldness...? It wasn’t like Qin suddenly became aware of some latent strength, nor did his aura change at all; this short guy remained as unimposing as ever.
The darkness of evil, a pitch-black mass with not a single feature distinguishable, started to feel fear itself, hopelessly ensnared by this type of dread.
Despite this, the threat to Elder Qin’s position continued to climb steadily.
This sliver of sky and land was one phase of life companion strength, purely relating to the realm of combat. The discovery of this new land seemed to have opened up numerous strategies for Qin.
"If only I could condense such power with one strike! Imagine the far greater control I could have over this physical vessel! Imagine how much stronger I would be!"
Every move that consumed physical energy hinted at some greater, arcane killing technique forming and accumulating in one spot.
If he could manage that at will, he wouldn’t be easily brought down, even by the weight of a mountain.
Instead of repeatedly going through the original, uninteresting sequence of deploying and dismantling entire strategies, he would focus all of his power into a single edge.
An unexpected discovery was that control over one’s own energy, in essence, amounted to control over one’s body; and with self-control came the potential to harness... something.
With each combat exchange, Qin carefully calculated the output and intake of his energy, utilizing his own strength to its maximum advantage. After all, battle is strategy.
And part of that strategy involves skill.
Qin couldn’t help but feel that there were only a few ways people like him could transform and grow stronger; it was as if they were inherently limited.
Is that the secret to elevating one’s life companion strength? Or maybe acquiring some new order of Spiritual Possession? What or who determines this? It all seemed like a long, complex process.
Already contemplating his next moves against the top evil, Chu Qing thought about where he would be by the time he faced that insurmountable mountain.
Without the need to manifest his full strength just yet, Chu Qing would deliver a decisive blow with a stroke of extreme power, no matter how formidable the enemy or how many thorny abilities they possessed.
After all, what threat could any single Housekeeper represent?
Housekeeper—the only item remaining in Qin’s point of view.
The white mist and Zhong Xu would come later, revisiting the narrowing scope of their conversation.
Ever since their talk began, the battle against the housekeeper, including everything within the sightline and even the Ghostlike Stone clinging to Zhong Xu, had consistently been Zhong Xu’s main focus of attention.
He had been engrossed in a state of intense concentration the entire time.
Even though Qin hadn’t said a word from start to finish during the entire battle process, the conversation between the white mist and Zhong Xu had resumed.
All, including Zhong Xu himself, were drawn in by the gleaming light of a blade, a light that penetrated and sifted through countless devils, demon cards, and formidable, thorny perfect-level entries—as if cleaved into nothingness by this single strike!
No matter how mighty the rule, just disintegrate it before it takes effect!
Under the absolute might of this one blade, even Zhong Xu was deeply shaken.
The Housekeeper’s gaze shifted, and everything in his eyes began to blur... until it lost all color entirely.
The battle he thought had only just begun had ended in an instant.
A counterstrike took form against Zhong Xu, White Mist spun into a spiraling stab, making use of this gap to interrupt the flow of his consciousness with a heavy punch.
Although he had heard this sound many times, Zhong Xu did not hear it even once this time—the sound of a blade slicing through flesh and blood.
Everything could change in just this moment on the battlefield.
