"You're right. Long time no see."
He Luo strolled in the rain, tilted his head and stared at the boy not far away. He gestured slightly with one arm at his waist. "Last time, when I planted the Soulless Seed on you, you were only this big."
"Wait a minute. What did you say?"
Huai Shi raised his hand, took off the earpiece on his right hand, and looked at him in confusion.
It was as if he didn't hear him.
He was unmoved.
"It doesn't matter. You probably forgot."
He Luo strolled leisurely, unusually talkative. "It's actually a good thing if you can't remember clearly. After all, I killed your parents with my own hands."
He paused for a moment, tilted his head, and recalled. "You might be a little embarrassed if I tell you. It's a little outrageous that you're still begging for mercy when you're about to die."
Unexpectedly, the boy was still calm, and even nodded slightly.
"I actually agree with this point," he said. "After all, they didn't set any good examples since they were young."
He Luo's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, and his footsteps paused for a moment.
"I know you're trying very hard to make me angry. Unfortunately, what I don't lack the most now is calmness."
Huai Shi pointed to his head, and said softly, "So, there's no need to play those little tricks anymore. Just tell me directly —"
The gorgeous sacrificial knife and the invisible axe collided in the air, bursting with sparks, illuminating the cold face of He Luo.
"— How do you want to die?"
Strong wind and heavy rain blew in his face!
The heavy curtain of rain was cut by the sacrificial knife. Huai Shi's weight seemed to disappear, blending into the wind. In the blink of an eye, He Luo was already close to him, and the knife and axe in his hand were chopping down at his face.
Steel collided, and sparks flew.
The two crossed each other, but Huai Shi's footsteps suddenly stopped. He scooped up a splash from the puddle, turned around, and with the force of the rotation, pressed his weight on the blade, and slashed diagonally!
Then, the wind whistled, and a long tail covered with scales pierced out from under He Luo's trench coat. The sharp tail was like a nail, drilling into He Luo's throat, and finally flew past his neck. He Luo's right arm suddenly turned 360 degrees and blocked the sacrificial blade as if it had no joints. Then, the blade on his other arm chopped down.
Huai Shi tried to dodge, but the corners of his eyes began to twitch wildly. A chill spread through his body and he suddenly leaned backwards.
Then, he saw a huge bullet hole in He Luo's windbreaker.
The shotgun in his hands was already aimed at where he was originally standing through the windbreaker, and he pulled the trigger.
The iron rain whistled out.
Immediately after, a scar appeared on He Luo's long tail.
It was so deep that bones could be seen. Flesh and blood rolled up and opened to both sides.
As he rolled on the ground, Huai Shi opened his hand. The formless axe that had been sent flying reappeared in his hand, its Origin Substance stained with green blood.
Just like the blood oozing from the wound on his neck.
It was poison.
Wisps of greenish-black began to spread from the blood vessels on his neck. Together with the blood, they slowly extended to his face, leaving behind a sinister spiderweb pattern.
Victory and defeat had been decided.
"Why didn't I see you use that trick from last time?" He Luo slowly turned around, his lips curling into a cold smile. "Otherwise, you wouldn't have lost so quickly."
Huai Shi felt a slight dizziness in his head. He raised the blade and looked at his face, then nodded in understanding.
"Is it poison?"
He licked the poisoned blood and smacked his lips. He nodded and said, "The taste is not bad."
It closed in on him again!
Its speed was inconceivably fast. It was even faster than the previous extreme speed!
He Luo tried to retreat in shock, but the blade was already in front of him.
After seeing how evil this blade was, He Luo didn't dare to let it cut him again. He raised the two scimitars in his hands in an attempt to block the attack, but it was only when the blades collided that he realized how ridiculous his idea was.
An unimaginable amount of energy exploded from the blade, piercing straight through like a hot knife through butter!
Was this a fucking blade or an axe?
He raised the shotgun with one hand and tried to aim, while the other pulled the poisonous rain curtain that protected his body and rushed towards Huai Shi. However, before the shotgun barrel could be raised, it was gripped tightly by a cold palm and stuck.
Huai Shi rushed forward, ignoring the poisonous rain as if it was nothing.
His speed exploded again!
He sped up again!
He Luo roared and swept his long tail, finally forcing Huai Shi away. However, a deep gash had been carved into his chest by the sacrificial knife. Even his bones, which were as hard as steel, had been split open.
The tragic wound withered in an instant, turning into a stiff charcoal.
The powder fell off with a slight touch.
Then, the heart poison on the blade suddenly exploded. Along with the pain brought by the blade, the double impact of the body and soul suddenly exploded, causing Naga to let out a tragic cry. He waved the weapon in his hand wildly, trying to force back the evil spirit that was eyeing him covetously not far away.
The poison had taken effect, no doubt!
He was very sure of this: No matter how strong the resistance was, after being infected by Naga's poison, he had to be injected with the serum immediately. Otherwise, it would be difficult to escape death.
No, that damn brat should be dying by now!
But now, the young man who was like an evil spirit that derived great pleasure from the blood was approaching step by step. The blades in his hands collided with each other, rubbing against each other, emitting a sharp sound from the sparks.
A smile finally appeared on his face that was so calm that it could be called empty.
"Do you miss the last time when you turned into mist?"
The young man who should have been so weak that he couldn't move sighed softly. "But unfortunately, I ate all the stock just now. There's nothing left. It would have been better if you had come earlier."
As he spoke, he licked the corner of his mouth.
Then, the blade and axe attacked!
He Luo roared, trying to get rid of the pain caused by the heart poison. He gathered himself and his huge body rushed towards Huai Shi. The scimitars in his four arms slashed, almost chopping the isolation block on the ground into pieces.
But he couldn't cut that drifting ghost.
It wasn't just the speed. When Huai Shi swung his blade, the power exploded again, almost making him unable to hold the scimitar in his hand. His five fingers were numb.
The Stigmata that was two levels above Huai Shi didn't bring about a crushing power. Instead, it seemed that they were evenly matched. He Luo was even suppressed by the young man's breathtaking blade skills.
Whether it was the perfect fighting skills or the dagger fighting that had reached the pinnacle of ordinary people's imagination.
Even the elusive axe!
It was only now that he realized where the ash that Huai Shi had used as a smokescreen had gone.
Right in front of his eyes, countless mist ashes rose from Huai Shi's body. They danced like flames and swallowed the young man.
It was as if he had been ignited with the fire of despair.
Those source substances that had been turned into crystals returned to source substances at this moment and merged into his soul.
Together with endless pain and death!
In that instant, He Luo finally understood. Not everyone would be powerless when they were about to die.
Some people … … the closer they were to death, the stronger they would be!
Just as he was in a trance, a thunderous roar burst out from the young man's body. Huai Shi moved forward, forcefully resisting the Naga's enormous power, even if the skin on his arm cracked inch by inch.
However, after his skin was shattered, the ash fire that coiled around his skin burned even more wildly.
When the pain of millions of people gathered in one place, it also brought about the anger of millions of people.
Origin substance fluctuations that surpassed the limits of ordinary Ascendants burst out from his body like a tidal wave. Huai Shi stepped forward, and the blade and axe slashed down.
He Luo's left hand was empty, and the scimitar that was covered in cracks completely fell apart.
Immediately after, he lost sight of the young man in front of him, and a sharp pain came from his back. The sacrificial blade with the invisible axe had already completely cut off the arm that was holding the shotgun.
Poisonous blood spurted out, but it couldn't hide the young man's scarlet eyes.
It was like a fire that had reached its limit in a furnace, and even the torrential rain in the world couldn't extinguish it.
The light was fanatical.
"The fire is ready."
After layers of torrential rain, the Crow standing on the tall building whispered softly, "Only by suffering injuries can one not fear pain, and only by knowing death can one control despair.
Using this to create a miracle in the abyss, your Sacred Mark doesn't come from the furnace and fire, but from your body and soul.
Only the last key is left, Huai Shi … … "
Accompanied by the Naga's sharp roar, the long tail flew into the sky, circled, and landed on the ground, twisting and twitching. But this time, the pain of the heart poison was resisted.
The Naga suddenly turned around, and the huge monster brought with it rain, once again displaying its soul ability. A sea of air descended, enveloping its entire body.
The air became as viscous as seawater, difficult to break free.
The Naga, however, nimbly and freely soared in this sea of air, suddenly reaching out its hand towards Huai Shi.
The distance was too close.
It was almost within reach.
Huai Shi couldn't dodge in time and felt his shoulder being pinched by an iron clamp.
Then, the remaining three arms surrounded him like iron hoops. Regardless of the blades and axes that Huai Shi slashed on his body, after sealing off all his dodging areas, he was completely captured.
The terrifying strength belonging to the Alien Beast level erupted, shrinking inch by inch.
He wanted to completely crush Huai Shi in his arms.
He could almost hear the wail of Huai Shi's bones breaking.
But then, he felt a sudden sharp pain from the wound on his ribs caused by the sacrificial knife. It was penetrated by a palm, and the five fingers flipped his internal organs and suddenly contracted.
Then, between the five fingers, the invisible axe gathered again, and a torrent of heart poison erupted from the inside out.
The sharp pain overlapped, and together with death, it exploded thousands of times, forming a roar that the soul couldn't bear.
His arm loosened a little, and Huai Shi broke free.
He Luo gritted his teeth, roared, and casually tore off his windbreaker to wrap around the wound on his chest. His three arms spread out, and he soared in the sea of air.
Rally the flag!
For a Stigmata that had reached the second stage, they already had the terrifying vitality of some legendary creatures. It was like the former Chi You could still escape under the concentrated fire of sniper rifles and automatic rifles.
He Luo lost an arm and a tail.
Although he was seriously injured, it wasn't to the extent that he couldn't move.
And Huai Shi was already an arrow at the end of its flight. As long as he put in a little more effort, he could crush him as easily as crushing dry weeds.
Then, he saw Huai Shi quickly retreat.
With a smile on his face.
Just like that, he raised his bloodstained left hand towards him.
And the small ring circling around his index finger.
There was also a slender bolt on the ring, as if it was pulled out from somewhere.
At the last moment, He Luo lowered his head in shock and looked at the wound. Through the sharp pain, he finally felt the iron that was stuffed there, and the terrifying temperature that was about to erupt.
Boom!
The poisonous blood exploded together with the flames and internal organs, spreading in all directions like dark green sparks in the air. In the blink of an eye, it melted into the rain.
Only broken limbs and broken bones were left falling from the air.
Even if the entire upper and lower body had been blown apart, Naga's steel-like bones still didn't fall apart … He Luo's body fell from the air and smashed into the burning basket.
Although he had lost most of his body and all of his arms, and his internal organs were burned into charcoal, it was incredible that he was still alive.
On the verge of death.
Under the washing of the torrential rain, the remaining one eye moved with difficulty, unable to stop the loss of vitality.
Until now, Huai Shi finally breathed a sigh of relief. Immediately, he knelt on the ground and almost fainted.
The Origin Flame was completely extinguished. He panted tiredly, feeling the intense pain from his limbs and body. His vision turned dark, and his ears seemed to be buzzing with bees.
But he didn't lose consciousness.
Even though he was exhausted.
In the torrential rain, he staggered forward, crushing the turbulent puddles on the ground. Finally, he came in front of He Luo and looked down at the ferocious face.
He didn't know why, but he suddenly laughed.
Because he thought of a joke and wanted to tell him.
"Once upon a time, there was a woodcutter who went to the mountains to chop firewood."
The youth suddenly said, "When he was crossing the bridge, his axe accidentally fell into the river. But this was his only axe. He was very sad, so he cried and cried, just like you.
At this time, the River God appeared from the river and asked him kindly … "
Huai Shi raised the sacrificial knife and the invisible axe in his hands and placed them on his shoulders. He asked with the River God:
"Did you drop this golden axe or the silver one?" she asked. "Did you drop this golden axe or the silver one?
Naga's eyes widened. His lips struggled to open and close, but he couldn't make a sound.
"Yes, the woodcutter said the same thing as you."
In the silence, Huai Shi nodded approvingly, "Then, the River God said, 'You are really an honest child. You can have both axes!'"
Thus, the knife and axe crisscrossed on Naga's neck.
In the almost roaring sound of steel, the last of the poisonous blood splashed out to both sides.
A head covered in scales rolled to the ground, no longer making a sound.
That was the end of the story.
F * ck the River God, f * ck the golden axe, f * ck the silver axe, f * ck the woodcutter … f * ck everything!
Those old stories were too long.
It was time to end it.
Today.
Huai Shi turned around, crossed the dead viaduct, and walked towards the end of the story in the torrential rain.
He walked towards the last survivor.
Then, he opened the car door and smiled at the old man in the car.
"Mr. Qi, sorry to keep you waiting."
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