Chapter 281: The Last Vote (2)

Chapter 281: The Last Vote (2)

2.

Blossoms cascade like gentle rain.

These petals, like a warm snow, softly lain..

3.

Very well.

I speak, raising my sword.

Lets test it.

I charge forward.

Swinging.

The sword I swing collides with the blade held by Venomous Snake.

Clang!

The sound of metal rings out.

Clang!

The sound of metal rings out again.

Clang!

Venomous Snakes shoulders flinch, then with a pop, his condensed muscles unfurl all at once, splitting the sword path.

Its as if several sword paths are attacking simultaneously, an illusion.

No, is it not a sword path but rather a sword discussion?

He raises his aura, creating multiple afterimages of his blade, asking me which one I will respond to.

Depending on which one I choose, the nature of that sword path will become something entirely different.

And none of those changes will be in my favor.

Unparalleled in the world.

Perhaps this is the skill Venomous Snake acquired when he first entered the tower.

The ability to read the projected paths of attacks, something I glimpsed in my masters world.

Then,

I raise my sword.

Theres no need to choose!

It wasnt just one sword.

The sword strike Venomous Snake brings down from the upper left is parried by the [Sword of Compassion].

One!

The sword strike burrowing towards my waist is blocked by the [Sword of Prayer].

Two!

The strike aiming for my wrist is stopped by the [Sword of Sacrifice].

Three!

The attack aimed at my neck is deflected by the [Sword of Salvation].

Thus, I block all of Venomous Snakes attacks, binding his hands, and then I leap towards his chest.

Ha!

I swing the [Sword of Idolatry] in my hand.

Uh,

Venomous Snake steps back.

Hes trying to create distance and regroup.

But Im not about to give him that chance. I charge.

I bend.

Huh!

And in that moment, I see a smile flicker across Venomous Snakes lips.

Hrryaaahhh!

Clang! The sound of metal rings out.

My swing with the [Sword of Idolatry] is blocked by something.

Its not Venomous Snakes sword.

His wristwrapped in aura-engulfed gauntletsblocks it.

Not only does he block it, but he also rotates his hand, grabbing the blade.

He pulls.

Liao Fan,

Venomous Snakes one-eyed gaze, suddenly, closes in.

Arent you a swordsman,

There are two things I want to tell you,

Our voices overlap, and in the next moment, they are drowned out by a loud explosion.

Boom!

The sonic boom created as Venomous Snakes other fist grazes past my ear swallows all other sounds.

This too is one of the great sword techniques,

So Venomous Snakes words are conveyed only through the movement of his lips.

The main reason I use a sword is simply because it suits me best and looks cool.

The moment his fist grazes past, Venomous Snake is already launching into his next attack.

Pulling the sword he has grabbed, he aims to strike my abdomen with his bent knee. If I let go of the sword and back off, hell swing it directly, aiming to strike my shoulder in a cross-cut. Should I then brace my legs and stand firm? No, then hell straighten his bent knee and strike my solar plexus.

I see, thats true.

I see it.

I feel it.

When controlling the Seven Heroes of the Oni, you handled many weapons simultaneously.

Yes.

Venomous Snakes intent. His prediction of my response. The strategy based on that prediction. All of it supported by one pure objective.

From the scythe to the fist, there is no weapon I cannot wield!

We are now, conversing.

Thats right.

Floating in the flow of time created by the aura, I surreptitiously count the number of cards Venomous Snake can play.

I count for a while, then give up.

There are many.

Dozens.

Considering the traps lying in wait to be triggered, easily hundreds.

In the blink of an eye, I feel Venomous Snakes intent and killing aura from my left, right, behind me, all around, and even beyond.

Really now.

This is truly like a human wave attack.

The left side is empty.

Theres nothing.

The right side is empty too.

Nothing to obstruct.

The rear is also completely empty.

No chance of being caught from behind.

Thus.

What remains is only the front.

My path forward.

Left, right, rear, all sides clear, the path toward Venomous Snakes true form is wide open.

Here I go.

I step forward.

Piercing through the entirety of your lived life.

One step.

I recall the swords sent out to block the incoming lives. Salvation, Sacrifice, Prayer, Compassion, the four swords quickly gather around me, encircling me closely.

I will cut your heart.

Three steps.

The four swords scatter like iron filings. The aura used to maintain the Ego Swords is recollected. For a moment, my vision brightens, and blood boils throughout my body.

But towards me, an accountants pen, a vegetable sellers basket, a drunkards bottle, countless ordinary things from countless people fly at me.

Good.

My steps crush the ground with the force to confront all of it.

Chen Mu-mun Master!

My voice erupts.

As the long night subsides and the shadows of the forest turn pale, the leaves tremble coolly in the dawn light, my roar resonates through the jungle.

Venomous Snake!

Suddenly.

Something seems to flow where I stepped.

Liao Fan!

Three steps.

My feeling that something is flowing is not an illusion.

With each step, one, two, petals flutter from the ground I tread.

Its merely a brief flutter at the bottom of my vision, not like the master and the leader whose steps bloomed flower stems, not like the flowers spreading fragrance where their swords passed, not like the two who turned the radius of their swordplay into a garden. But just for a moment, white petals flutter between Venomous Snake and me.

Infernal Heavens Demonic Art.

Ninth Form.

Sword of Suicide.

Four steps.

My sword cuts a single petal.

.

The sound of drawing breath.

A gasping sound from the tip of my sword.

-.

The petal cut by the blade silently splits into two. As white splits to each side, slowly the view clears. On one side, Liao Fan with his dark eye patch appears, and on the other, Liao Fans left eye is revealed.

The blade has stopped beside Liao Fans neck.

No.

It had to stop.

.

My heart.

Right at my solar plexus, Liao Fans fist was placed.

-.

-.

Either I was slightly late in stopping, or where my blade halted, it lightly cut him, and tiny droplets of blood slide down the blade, turning red.

Either he was slightly late in stopping, or where Liao Fans fist halted, it slightly bruised me, and blood squeezed from my lips, trickling down my chin, turning red.

.

I cant swing my sword any further. The moment I do, my heart will burst out.

He cant thrust his fist any further. The moment he does, his neck will be severed.

We both knew this fact, and so we naturally stopped.

Ah

How can this be

Unbelievable.

The forest was in turmoil.

Again, its not just the hunters playing the role of spectators in this forest. The races that followed the hunters were bustling, and especially, the entire retinue of our Death King Family was attentively observing the duel, hidden in the shadows of the forest.

A sea of people.

With such a scale, it wasnt that there were people in the forest; rather, the forest seemed to be made of people.

Under the gaze of everyone, I casually said first.

I even defeated the Sword Saint.

A corner of the forest twitched. Probably the Sword Saint himself.

Venomous Snake casually replied.

That old guy? I beat him too. A long time ago. Back then.

The Sword Saint twitched again.

I laughed.

I heard you lost an eye in the process.

That doesnt mean I lost.

What? So the Sword Saint is just a measuring stick for combat strength? Totally.

Hes an old man, after all.

Maybe theres some kind of rejuvenating chance, you know?

Ah. Like suddenly becoming a silver-haired pretty young man, right? Well. Its clich but plausible.

No, I was thinking more like becoming younger, like a young man or a middle-aged man. A pretty young boy, what are you talking about Im kind of feeling upset here.

I doubt you feel as bad as I do!?

That last shout came from the Sword Saint.

I laughed. Liao Fan laughed too. Our blood flowed with that laughter. The dripping blood hit the ground with a plop.

Ugh.

And then, both of us collapsed at the same time.