Free Web NovelChapter 616: Chapter 233: The Assassin Hidden in Lies
Jing Yi looked at K, this child had always been his least favorite.
He liked children with handsome features.
K, disfigured by the body marks left by Jing Si, was indeed somewhat ugly.
He liked children like Bai Yuan.
If Bai Yuan could stay, he would make him the true Jing Qi. He would beseech the great Twisted Master, in the twisted world, to reserve a place for Bai Yuan.
He truly did see potential in Bai Yuan, if only—he hadn’t chosen the path of treachery and escape from the farm.
Sometimes Jing Yi would wonder, how much easier would it be if Bai Yuan were still on the farm?
Perhaps father and son, working together, could easily deal with Jing Liu. It wouldn’t take seven hundred years, maybe just a few years would suffice.
Jing Yi’s gaze held a hint of nostalgia:
"Ah... such a pity. I’m not a father devoid of pity for his children. I just think, children with too little value, shouldn’t their existence be to sacrifice themselves and nourish others?"
"All of you, are worthy of being my children. It’s just a shame that you strayed onto the wrong path."
"Children who stray should die."
The First Generation had also felt a moment of inferiority because of this.
Because Xiaoyugan had also bluntly declared him ugly. That very depressing statement did have some basis.
No one cares about you unless you are beautiful, or you are on the brink of death.
But later, after returning seven hundred years later and understanding the whole story, he had come to terms with his own appearance.
It turned out, I once had such a youthful face.
It turned out that all of these, were scars left from my efforts to save Baichuan City.
Scars on the battlefield are a man’s medals of honor.
Lin Rui is the teenage version of the Masked Strange Person. By the time it came to me, the teenager had grown up.
Golden glow transformed into countless fine threads, these threads surrounding The First Generation.
He paid no heed to Jing Yi’s words, because like Bai, they had never acknowledged Jing Yi as their father.
But did Jing Yi influence Bai?
Probably so.
Perhaps it was precisely Jing Yi’s warped perception of those children, that led to the exceedingly strange father-son relationship between Bai Yuan and Bai Wu.
Because Bai Yuan never knew how to be a good father. His only reference was Jing Yi.
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Perhaps, for Bai Yuan, a child was nothing more than a prop in a game to him.
He oddly felt some heartache for Bai Wu. Qian Yixin said they would meet again, but until now... he didn’t know what had happened to Bai Wu.
And this debt could now be placed on Jing Yi’s head.
"Words are useless, let’s battle."
The First Generation’s knees bent slightly, keeping a stance primed to spring forward with force.
Jing Yi spread his hands out:
"I am an immortal being, only my master can kill me. This battle, I stand on undefeated ground."
Just how strong Jing Yi was, no one knew.
Bai Yuan’s evaluation of him was that of a formidable enemy.
The Well Level’s evaluation was, apart from Jing Si, the toughest one to deal with.
Jing Wu always knew very well that their eldest brother possessed powerful techniques, but even just in terms of strength and speed, the physical aspects of combat, he was the strongest.
If there had been no Jing Si, then in all aspects, Jing Yi could be considered the strongest.
The First Generation was aware that he was definitely not Jing Yi’s match in terms of brute strength.
But he assuredly was the one who was best at fighting.
He was also the one among the Kin with the greatest natural talent for learning techniques, for actual combat.
"Let’s test out the opponent first."
Their standoff lasted only a fleeting second.
The moment the standoff ended, arms made of black mist condensed and surged towards The First Generation from behind Jing Yi, exuding a twisted aura.
Of course, they couldn’t touch The First Generation, whose Temporal Power allowed him to shift his position instantaneously.
Jing Yi, as if anticipating The First Generation’s move, appeared behind him the moment he activated his Instant Presence and landed.
His speed and strength were so formidable that in such a narrow space... he was nearly as fast as The First Generation who had mastered Instant Presence.
The two figures kept flickering, but they didn’t engage in a high-frequency duel like Alpha and Jing Si did.
Jing Yi seemed to possess a lethal ability to kill with one hit, confident that if he could just touch his opponent, he could kill instantly.
The First Generation clearly knew this as well, so their shadows kept flickering yet never touching.
Temporal Power allowed him to deftly handle Jing Yi, no matter how unbelievably quick or staggeringly strong Jing Yi was, it was all to no avail.
Because Jing Yi... simply couldn’t touch The First Generation.
It was like a whack-a-mole game with a speed so quick it was devilish.
Every time The First Generation’s figure flashed in the confined space, Jing Yi would appear behind him, but always a millisecond too late.
About half a minute later, this invisible chase finally came to a halt.
Jing Yi was surprised to discover... K’s mastery over spatial distance was too precise.
The "space" aspect within Temporal Power, this ugly child had pushed it to its limit.
Perhaps in the future, there would be no one stronger than K in this aspect.
But although he was astonished, he wasn’t nervous.
"Merely evading will not lead to victory, I don’t mind if you keep dodging, I believe Laosi will definitely be defeated by my lord, those without time are you all."
The First Generation knew that the other side wanted to provoke him into taking action.
This was also because the biggest characteristic of Temporal Power was its agility and the ability to shift the opponent’s attacks, but it was quite lacking in offensive power.
Although The First Generation had already mastered Ten Thousand Phantasmal Bodies, he didn’t have enough time to absorb many other powers, nor had he time to practice other combat systems.
Jing Yi had precisely calculated this.
The greatest characteristic of Temporal Power was its proficiency in defense and evasion, but it was very limited in destructive power.
Just like this Space-Time Labyrinth, indeed complex and ingenious, but it could only trap the enemy and couldn’t inflict any harm.
The First Generation’s destructive power was not weak, but that too was just the most pure physical damage brought about by the Innate Force.
How could he defeat himself?
With that thought, Jing Yi calmly looked at The First Generation, his hands suddenly holding a harmonica; he started playing it, and a strange sound emerged.
It was as if a girl in extreme pain was using the sharpest and highest pitch to wail miserably.
The sound was filled with an intense sense of resentment.
Within the vast expanse of Hei Wu, numerous children stepped out.
And Jing Yi also began "deification."
Extreme Release.
Jing Wu had entered this state during his face-off with Zero, and Jing Yi also had such a state.
With the summoning of the pseudo Divine Body, Jing Yi decided to strike with full force, to resolve K with absolute overwhelming power.
The First Generation looked at those pale-skinned children with grievous eyes when they looked at him, and he understood, these were the countless children who had died on the farm over seven hundred years.
These children seemed to retain their own talents.
To deal with so many people in such a confined space, even if one’s Spacial Power was used well... it was not possible to dodge everything.
Most crucially, Jing Yi was still getting stronger.
All the children opened their mouths together and emitted strange shouts; the sound waves seemed to carry some kind of spiritual corrosion.
How many tricks Jing Yi had left over these seven hundred years, The First Generation had no idea.
He only knew that if he didn’t retreat, he would soon be corroded by the sound waves.
Sounds filled the entire space; there wasn’t a single safe area.
"I can use techniques like Temporal Return to keep retracing my state and ensure I’m not eroded by the sound waves."
"But Jing Yi would definitely not let me do that, no... he might have already begun to cut off my perception of Temporal Power. His strength is still growing, having reached a level I can’t possibly match."
"Continuing this fight, my defeat is certain."
The current situation was perilous and critical, but The First Generation utilized Temporal Power to create ample "thinking time" for himself.
His surroundings were in slow motion, he also slowed down, only his consciousness in his mind remained at its original speed.
He was a genius at fighting.
And a genius, in a desperate situation, could calmly find a breakthrough, playing their trump card at the most crucial moment!
"An attack without any blind spots is Jing Yi forcing me to retreat; if I were to back down, then the space-time barrier in front of Denglin City’s Technology Tower might possibly be destroyed by Jing Yi."
"I have only one chance."
"The current Jing Yi is arrogant, whether it’s his judgement of my strength, or his confidence in his own immortality, coupled with the spiritual attacks of these ’dead children’, even I would think this battle was foolproof."
The initial golden threads that were entwined around The First Generation suddenly flickered and appeared around Jing Yi.
Jing Yi was playing the harmonica, as if using the sound to control the multitude of children.
These children were also shouting out, their spiritual power seeming to have been strengthened by the bodies in the forbidden area of the farm.
The First Generation even felt that he could see illusions in his eyes... and his perception of Temporal Power was also fading.
At this moment, The First Generation’s fingers were moving nimbly, like a Yanshi controlling a puppet.
Jing Yi felt something was amiss.
Because he did not see The First Generation awkwardly avoiding, but instead saw blood flowing from The First Generation’s eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, forcibly enduring the spiritual assault and doing something he thought was very strange.
"No... something is wrong, why isn’t he dodging? He couldn’t possibly be unaware of the effects of these sounds."
To defeat Temporal Power was actually quite simple, and Jing Yi had a very violent method — cutting off Temporal Power.
No matter how powerful the opponent’s ultimate move was, it would suffice to prevent them from using it.
And the cries of these children actually carried such an effect.
This effect was termed "Silence" in game terminology,
or sometimes called skill sealing.
Clearly, The First Generation had realized this and seemed to be racing against time.
Jing Yi marveled at his opponent’s acuteness but still could not imagine what this ugly child could do with Temporal Power.
Teleport himself away? That was merely a temporary solution, not a cure.
Jing Yi could not discern The First Generation’s motive.
In a confrontation between a cat and a tiger, how could the cat be victorious?
Unless the tiger arrogantly exposed its throat to the cat’s sharp claws.
Such a scenario is almost never enacted in nature.
But in a duel between people, it could be performed.
For seven hundred years, Jing Yi had watched these "children," each inherently talented, but few able to cross that line.
K had crossed it, but he had merely crossed it.
It was still too early to defeat Jing Yi.
It was just that seven hundred years of imprisonment had also allowed The First Generation to understand how to use Temporal Power to kill his opponent.
The cat had honed its claws enough to kill a fierce tiger but kept them hidden within its fur.
The moment the fierce tiger exposed its vulnerability with arrogant complacency, the terrifying claws finally revealed themselves!
Countless golden threads interwove in an instant, forming a net.
The First Generation’s gaze sharpened in a flash, and even as blood tears flowed from his eyes, his stare seemed piercing enough to cut through all the Hei Wu!
The net kept expanding, eventually forming a cube composed of numerous small and dense spatial elements.
Jing Yi didn’t even have time to dodge before he was enveloped by the cube.
His pupils constricted, and a strange feeling surged as if in that moment, his body had been divided into countless sections...
The sound of the qin suddenly stopped.
All the children also ceased their resentment-filled shouting at this moment.
"A miniaturized version of the Space-Time Labyrinth, I call it Spacetime Slash, or...the Spacetime Cube,"
The First Generation slowly removed his mask, not because he was winning, but because he could no longer hold back a mouthful of blood and spat it out.
His injuries were severe, the sound waves had penetrated directly into his internal organs.
They even began to disrupt his perception of Temporal Power.
Of course, Jing Yi had calculated that The First Generation could use Temporal Return. At his level, he could prevent his opponent’s moves from being activated right from the source.
So at this moment, he, like The First Generation, had entered a state of serious injury.
Yes, The First Generation’s clever tactic. Those golden threads formed a "cube," resembling a miniaturized Space-Time Labyrinth.
But it was precisely because the labyrinth was small enough that it became significantly lethal.
At this time, Jing Yi was not dead, but grievously wounded.
His body had been divided into countless zones and spaces by fine threads of Temporal Power.
Each space seemed visually connected, like fingers to the palm, and the palm to the wrist.
But in reality, these parts had been severed by Temporal Power, even existing in different timespaces.
The First Generation’s ingenious idea, with precise control of Temporal Power down to the smallest degree, allowed him to learn a move that appeared harmless but could instantly dismember a person into countless cells—a super killer move.
Jing Yi had to admit...if he hadn’t used his spiritual power to cause damage to The First Generation, causing a disruption in the final release of Temporal Power...he might have already been dead.
This was undoubtedly the deadliest yet least destructive move he had ever seen.
If the opponent had fully executed this move, perhaps he would have returned to the farm by now.
Black fog continually emerged, the Immortal body could not be killed, but it was isolated by The First Generation in different timespaces using "lines."
The pseudo-Divine Body attempted to establish a connection with other bodies but found it impossible to sense anything.
The Space-Time Labyrinth would eventually dissipate, and Jing Yi would also eventually recover.
But for now...
He was immobile, like a heap of chopped meat sectioned into countless cells, waiting for the Divine Body to break through the spacetime seal and complete the reconstitution.
"Good move, but it can’t kill me. And your injuries are heavier than mine." Jing Yi couldn’t voice this thought, it was just in his mind.
Because his voice had also been controlled by the Spacetime Cube in different timespaces.
Jing Yi didn’t want to admit that he had fought The First Generation to a standstill.
In a situation where his strength was absolutely superior, he was forced into an outcome where both parties were seriously injured due to the opponent’s hidden trump card.
The First Generation needed to re-establish a connection with Temporal Power, then use Temporal Return to get back to his peak condition.
Meanwhile, Jing Yi’s pseudo-Divine Body also needed to break free from the Temporal Power seal and complete its reconstitution.
Below Alpha and Jing Si, the two strongest combatants had temporarily reached a stalemate.
It could even be said that if it hadn’t been for the encounter with the Twisted Master and gaining the ability to summon the Divine Body, I would have been defeated.
But there are no "ifs" in this world, and the battle was far from over.
The cutting of the Spacetime Cube on the pseudo-Divine Body... obviously wouldn’t last too long.
Jing Yi’s gaze carried a hint of mockery, as if to say:
"Although I can’t do anything to you now, in the end, I will be the winner."
The contest between the two was simply a matter of who would recover first.
However, it was obvious that the regenerative speed of the Immortal Body was significantly faster than that of The First Generation.
If The First Generation could recover in time, then The First Generation could continue to use the Spacetime Cube to thoroughly imprison Jing Yi.
Conversely, Jing Yi would completely kill The First Generation.
The golden lines slowly dimmed, signifying that the twisted aura within the pseudo-Divine Body had corroded the Spacetime Cube almost entirely.
Jing Yi, who was originally immobile, actually twitched his fingers.
His control over his body was gradually returning.
Watching this scene unfold, The First Generation had no more cards to play.
He had ultimately underestimated the Immortal Body’s formidable regenerative power.
Jing Yi slowly twisted his neck, the rest of his body inching forward little by little, trying to break free from the now nearly shattered cage.
"Your life has entered its final countdown."
He was even able to speak.
Within a mere few minutes, the situation that seemed like a draw was once again turning around.
The First Generation closed his eyes; maybe the Spacetime Cube could still trap the opponent for a few more seconds.
But it was all meaningless now.
He was a person whose era had ended seven hundred years ago; his death would not be a pity.
Yet, deep down, there was some reluctance.
"I’ve left future generations... with an enemy that is too powerful."
Jing Yi’s existence was of course not his responsibility, but he was the type of person who would feel that the disasters that followed were a result of his inability to turn the tide.
The First Generation remembered Bai Yuan’s words.
"Why struggle with something doomed to fail? Why not join me in another world? Hahaha, despite your ugliness, there might be girls in that world who like you enough to want to bear your children?"
He did not regret his choice.
It’s just... at the end of his life, he couldn’t help but think of Bai Yuan, think of Xiaoyugan.
"I’m sorry, Xiaoyugan... it seems that I really won’t be able to go back and see you."
Jing Yi’s figure had already broken free from most of the cage, and the golden lines twisted and dimmed by the corruption bent out of shape.
Jing Yi could feel his strength returning, and he didn’t want to prolong the inevitable.
This ugly child was the one he least liked among the several Ks.
But now he had to admit that a person capable of using Temporal Power to trap a Divine Body was indeed a formidable and respectable opponent.
For an opponent, one should not waste words but eradicate them decisively.
The twisted aura broke directly through the Spacetime Cube that had been divided into countless segmented spaces, coalescing into a slender hand!
Death was imminent.
Jing Yi’s hand pierced through The First Generation’s chest, grabbing hold of his heart.
The robust heart was still beating vigorously, but it seemed as though in the next instant, it would be crushed into a burst of blood and flesh.
That’s exactly what Jing Yi intended...
But just as The First Generation thought death was upon him and Jing Yi also thought he could kill The First Generation in that moment...
He lost his strength.
The arm, twisted and formed, could no longer feel the heartbeat, but that was not because the heart had actually stopped.
Instead, the dim golden filaments began to shine brightly once more.
The Divinity, which had finally been repaired, was once again severed by the Spacetime Cube.
"Quite the impressive ability. I’ve been thinking about what I would use to defeat him if I were to step in. Now, it’s resolved. You really are the best among us when it comes to fighting."
As a silhouette emerged in the golden spacetime vortex behind Jing Yi,
a third person appeared on the battlefield.
He arrived silently, unlike the fleeting glimpse when breaking through the Underworld previously.
This time, he was like an assassin, a killer lurking in lies, waiting for the fatal blow.
"Didn’t I say we would meet again, ’Father’?"
(I don’t want to write anymore this year; there will be no more updates for this book this year, I’m tired, and the next update might not happen until next year (dog head).)
