In that instant, the sound of something shattering could be heard. Immediately afterwards, the wind howled.
As he swung his fist, his right arm suddenly swelled. The pulsing muscles seemed to expand as if they were inflated. In the blink of an eye, countless knotted muscles seemed to have enlarged his arm by several times, revealing an almost deformed and sinister appearance.
As Huai Shi dodged, the fist slammed into the ground. The entire plaza suddenly shook.
It was as if it had been struck by a tank's main cannon.
Was this a change brought about by the Red Glove's past fear in the records, or was it something else?
Huai Shi had no interest in finding out. He had died to the instructor's form more than once or twice.
Bullets, guns, and explosives had no effect at all.
It was like a nightmare in a nightmare.
In the Red Glove's memories, this instructor who had cruelly forged him into a weapon was a symbol of invincibility. His strength had been artificially magnified, like a monster.
If it weren't for the fact that the Red Glove was incomparably certain that this instructor was just a normal person, Huai Shi guessed that the instructor's transformation right now was probably a transformation, growing bat wings and goat horns, casually casting a forbidden spell to destroy the heavens and earth.
Fortunately, this degree of transformation wasn't too exaggerated for Huai Shi — —
He reached out and touched the blood on the ground.
Confining Hand!
This was the first time he had tried this technique he had just mastered in the records.
As the Origin Substance flames rose from his fingertips, the blood began to stir as if it was boiling. A gray aura constantly rose from within.
Who knew how many corpses and blood rose into the air like a thick fog, enveloping the entire plaza.
Even though he didn't know why his soul had been named [Confining Hand] by the Silver Ocean, Huai Shi was very clear about its nature. It was a relatively rare transformation type among the various major categories, and it spanned across the two major categories, Spirit and Matter.
And its range was Origin Substance and Iron.
In other words, he could build a bridge between the Origin Substance, which represented the soul's foundation, and the Matter Substance, which existed in the widest amount of Iron, allowing the two to transform at will.
It could be said to have a wide range of uses.
That formless axe was the weapon that Huai Shi had created when he had placed all the uneasiness and killing intent he had accumulated over the past seven years into the Origin Substance.
And now, Huai Shi was using the Sealing Hand as a foundation to once again attempt to convert the Origin Substance in the outside world.
As a result, countless pieces of rusty iron sand that were hard to distinguish with the naked eye rose from the blood.
That was the essence of destruction.
The ashes condensed by death.
Accompanied by the dry wind and dust, they were deposited in the pungent smell of blood and smoke, quickly rising and spreading in the blink of an eye.
Alms all despair and pain equally to everything.
In that instant, a hoarse roar and angry roar came from within the dark fog. The wind howled and expanded, but it couldn't blow away the fog that was between Origin Substance and matter. A savage shadow charged at Huai Shi and punched out!
Huai Shi dodged to the side and swung the dagger in his right hand horizontally, leaving a terrible wound on the huge deformed arm. Then, the dagger turned around and stabbed towards the instructor's neck!
Bang!
The dagger sank into his raised arm and collided with the bone. The sound was like steel colliding with steel.
He felt the heavy breathing of a Vicious Beast erupt from the instructor's chest. The panting caused by such a violent power caused him to suck in large mouthfuls of the ashes in the air into his body. Under the stimulation of pain and despair, his anger became even more frenzied.
Like a wild beast.
Huai Shi gripped the military knife tightly and stared at the instructor's face through the deformed arm. "How is it? How does it feel to be in despair that you personally created?"
His smile was mocking.
"I'm already used to it. What about you?"
Bang!
The huge arm swept past and actually let out a low rumble that broke through the air. The wind almost blew Huai Shi three steps away. But then, Huai Shi once again pounced on the instructor that he originally couldn't defeat.
His smile was savage.
He felt as if he was drunk.
It was as if he was in a deep trance at the same time incomparably sober. Then, he felt a fanaticism.
It was a kind of indescribable freedom.
It was as if he was welcoming a release after extreme anger.
When he breathed, the ashes in the air were sucked into his lungs. He inhaled the pain of the dead and became one with their despair.
It was as if he had combined with countless deaths.
He went from being the recorder and the recorded to being one of the records.
He could feel the pain brought by the countless deaths at the same time and was also immersed in the despair of dying in a massacre.
It was as if the souls of those people were standing here side by side with him.
Then, the nothingness of death turned into a flame that boiled in his chest. After mixing with his anger, his unwillingness, and his will, it turned into an inexplicable impulse that erupted from the inside out and engulfed him. It urged him to face his opponent, to deliver punishment, and to bring about true death!
Then, under the tight grip of the Hand of Confinement, the gray flame rose from the blade. It was a color that was far grayer and paler than the ashes of the calamity. It was a pure thing that was refined, extracted, and sublimated from countless despair and pain.
It was a pure poison.
It was a poison extracted from the records of self-death. It was a death that was condensed from the extremely condensed ashes of the calamity. Although it was not harmful to the physical body, once contaminated, it would undoubtedly bring the pain of death to the spirit of the victim, just like Huai Shi had experienced countless times.
At that moment, the words in the Book of Destiny quietly changed. It was not only the level of [Army Boxing] that was rapidly increasing, but a new branch quietly appeared under the soul introduction of [Confinement Hand]. It was a soul application that was recognized by the Book of Destiny.
[Heart Poison]!
"Yes, that's it. Blood for blood, a tooth for a tooth!"
Crow stared at the young man immersed in madness in the record and seemed to laugh happily. "Represent death and take revenge on the beasts in the Dark Canyon!
This is your destiny, Huai Shi, the last guardian of the Kingdom of Heaven … "
At that moment, Huai Shi's dagger slashed down.
The deformed instructor roared in pain. His huge arm smashed down as if it had broken Huai Shi's left arm that he could not feel. He did not waver at all. He still walked forward step by step, almost forgetting himself. He looked at the distorted face closely.
His pitch-black eyes were filled with pure darkness.
Then, the military knife slashed down again!
Bang!
It was a light military knife, but at this moment, under the control of the Confinement Hand, it made a heavy sound as if it was a heavy axe.
An incredible weight emerged from it. With Huai Shi's swing, the enemy's tendons were cut off again and again, and the enemy's flesh and blood were torn apart.
The sound of bones breaking was like firewood being smashed by a huge axe.
The instructor roared, clenched his fist, and opened his huge fingers to grab at Sui Xiong's face. But in the next moment, as the military knife slashed down, the iron-colored palm was cut off from the index finger and the ring finger.
It was cut in half.
The blade was deeply wedged into his wrist.
In the intense pain, he saw Huai Shi take a deep breath. Then, he roared and moved forward!
Thunder burst forth!
Following the sudden shattering of the military knife, Origin Flame surged out from within and transformed into the outline of a sharp blade. It moved forward inch by inch like a hot knife through butter, easily splitting the entire arm into two equal halves from the middle!
Then, the burning dagger was raised again and slashed down!
The deformed arm fell from the instructor's shoulder to the ground. Blood spurted out from the crack and fell on the square that had been spilled countless times.
Together with those pained old men, despairing women, and ignorant children, their blood gathered in one place, turning into the same dim color on the desolate land.
The instructor pushed him away with all his strength, but he could not stabilize his body. He staggered back and fell to the ground.
But Huai Shi moved forward, panting. He staggered over one corpse after another, walked in front of pairs of lifeless eyes, and left the red outline in their lost spirit.
"Thanks to you, I've finally understood one thing —"
He murmured softly, suddenly raised his foot, and stepped on the instructor's chest. He pressed him to the ground again and let him struggle in vain.
Finally, he raised the dagger and aimed it at the instructor's neck from afar.
"The reason why I chose to become a Sublimator —"
As if saying goodbye, Huai Shi solemnly stared at the distorted face and said to him word by word, "You're right.
"— is to chop off the head of a bastard like you!"
In that instant, as the blade slashed down, a deep crack was left in the ground.
Blood gushed out from the neck of the headless corpse. It flowed through the crack and poured into the dried-up wasteland. It brought rare moisture to this dead land, leaving behind a glimmer of hope that it could wait for the flowers to bloom in the coming year.
Then, Huai Shi saw the whole world shake.
Everything shattered.
He sank into the darkness. Soon, he woke up from the chair. He only felt that he was sweating profusely. It was as if he was about to collapse. It was extremely uncomfortable.
But for some reason, his heart felt calm and satisfied.
It was as if he had just received his reward from the hypocritical revenge just now.
"Congratulations on breaking through."
Crow stood on the table and looked at him. "Did you get anything, Huai Shi?"
"…"
Huai Shi was silent. He didn't know how to answer.
In the end, he didn't do anything. It wasn't a rescue, nor was it a revenge.
Perhaps as early as ten years ago, everything had already ended. What he did was that he was not happy with the original plot, so he tore up the original work and wrote a Doujinshi of his own.
What did he get?
After pondering for a moment, he chuckled softly.
"A beautiful dream, at least there's a beginning and an end …"
As he said that, he supported himself on the table and slowly got up. When he saw the dagger that he originally put on the table, he couldn't help but pick it up, casually played with it twice in his hand, and then threw it back on the table.
"As for the rest, just treat it as a consolation egg …"
After that, he didn't look at anything else and turned to go upstairs.
After a whole day, he felt that he was dizzy and his vision was turning black. He was about to die from exhaustion.
In this world, there was nothing more beautiful than a complete sleep.
If there was, then he would sleep twice.
"Go to bed early."
He waved his hand and closed the bedroom door.
Crow watched the young man's figure disappear up the stairs. He turned around and looked at the table.
Under the dim light of the table lamp, the cheap dagger was faintly iron-colored. It was nailed to the cracked and peeling paint of the long table, drawing a slender shadow.
And at the place where the tip of the dagger was nailed, there was a tragic scar.
It was like an ax.
"Good night, Huai Shi."
Sleep.
Crow spread his wings and flew into the hazy night outside the window.
He disappeared.
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