Chapter 806: Chapter 804: Iaido and Execution Chapter 806: Chapter 804: Iaido and Execution “Stalwart, but we have time in abundance, and eventually you will come to recognize what your true self really is,” Fu Qian replied, his answer not shocking Yasui Tokiyuki for too long.
“Of course, you can never be your true self.”
In the next moment, he continued in a gentle tone.
“You are clever, knowing to identify the Night Watchman’s identity,” Fu Qian said, acknowledging the insight from Yasui Tokiyuki.
“I do agree with your words. The future Ye Island will exist in a different, delicate balance, with some unseen restrictions fading away.”
“And to show sincerity towards that situation, I really shouldn’t act against the Night Watchman. But what if it wasn’t me who made a move?”
“The trick to seeking balance is in controlling the degree.”
Before he could finish speaking, Yasui Tokiyuki swiftly flipped the short sword in his hand, and silently swept it through the air.
In the next moment, the mountain already half-collapsed, began to slowly slide down, accompanied by a harsh scraping noise.
Rubble burst into the air, quickly forming a stream that poured into the deep pit, sending up countless splashes of blood.
A pity, for within a blink, the blood was buried under the succeeding wave of earth and stone.
From its appearance to the present, only a minute had passed, and the monster had been successfully buried.
“Your swordsmanship just now was truly exquisite, but when it comes to Iaido, I have also done some study,” Fu Qian said slowly, facing the earth-shattering strike from Yasui Tokiyuki.
And his tone caused a glint to flicker in Yasui Tokiyuki’s eyes.
Under his gaze, Fu Qian pressed his hand to his chest, and dark red Bone Armor began to retract around him, revealing a strange hole.
Without hesitation, Fu Qian reached into his chest and pulled out something.
It was a sleek and silver revolver, notably named “Mercy.”
Given that his clothes had been completely destroyed in the initial ice storm, he had stored all his possessions within his flesh.
With natural ease, Fu Qian aimed Mercy at Yasui Tokiyuki.
So this is your “Iaido”?
Even though Yasui Tokiyuki didn’t speak, his perplexity seemed audible.
Pan!
Fu Qian didn’t give him the chance to say anything and pulled the trigger.
Amidst the gunfire, the bullets provided by the Chief of Shangjing whistled towards the newly ascended First Phase.
This time, the turtle-like shell that usually surrounded Yasui Tokiyuki didn’t appear; what took its place was a layer of water resembling a ripple-free mirror.
However, the bullet made of Extraordinary Materials didn’t even create a ripple upon hitting the surface, instead of coming to a complete halt there.
“Your actions are truly incomprehensible,” Yasui Tokiyuki said, easily neutralizing the attack, his tone full of confusion.
“Do you actually intend to use this thing against a Divine Being?”
“Or do you think that this kind of deception will be effective?”
As he spoke, a layer of flowing light passed over the mirror, seemingly flipped across dimensions.
And with this change, the bullets were sent back along their original path, their speed not diminished in the slightest.
Accompanying them, three other invisible Air Bullets flew towards their target.
“Using the cover of gunfire and then launching a surprise attack with these invisible bullets is indeed a clever tactic, but in the face of absolute power disparity, such cunning is meaningless,” Yasui Tokiyuki hummed, watching as Fu Qian casually dispersed the returned onslaught.
“If you had used that move you deployed against Orochi just now, it might have been a bit more interesting.”
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So, it’s just the Ranking that has increased? The power of the Air Bullets is still the same.
It’s not surprising, as I felt it when I went all out just before.
If it were truly the thousand tendrils of a Divine Being’s Rank, that eight-headed serpent’s fate would have been at least to “turn to dust,” right?
Furthermore, these sorts of detached projectiles would not be considered a part of oneself, so they could not bear the effects of Punishment.
Fu Qian, however, did not pay attention to the taunting, and silently analyzed the situation in his mind.
Indeed, at that moment, he was in the state of a Pseudo-Divine Being.
Putting on the Witch’s Royal Mask was of course not to deceive oneself.
Let alone Nepheli revealing his true Ranking, Yasui Tokiyuki had clearly taken a peek just a moment ago–how could he not know that he was a Demigod?
In other words, if Yasui Tokiyuki did not know he was a Demigod, wouldn’t it be pointless to take off the mask?
Whether Yasui Tokiyuki could see through the changes in Ranking beneath the mask, Fu Qian was not certain.
But as a professional, he would not overlook any potential advantage, such as an information gap.
That was also why he deliberately did not put the mask back on while waiting for the visitor in the living room.
The eventual result was that he entered here as a Demigod and at the right moment, activated the state of a Pseudo-Divine Being.
Of course, that moment was the first instance he stepped inside.
Murder relies not on explosive outbursts but on giving no quarters for survival.
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“So, you also plan to grow eight heads?”
Having his “ambush” discovered, Fu Qian did not continue to shoot but slowly spoke.
“Me? Don’t be so impatient,” Yasui Tokiyuki laughed for a moment.
“The one with eight heads is already dead, how about nine tails?”
Before he finished speaking, Fu Qian caught a strong, sweet scent.
Looking up, he saw a snow-white giant egg bulging from the remnants of the mountain that Yasui Tokiyuki had nearly flattened.
And in just a few seconds, the giant egg was covered in cracks, from which stretched out a body.
Upon closer inspection, it seemed to be an overly elongated fox, with frail, boneless tails that ribboned through the air.
The flow was unceasing.
Fu Qian was not surprised by this; for a Summoner, the realization of such consensus-based authority was all too common.
“Though the power is somewhat lacking, there’s still a way.”
One of the fox’s tails had already reached in front of Yasui Tokiyuki, who first gently stroked it, then the next moment drew a short sword and thrust it in.
Amidst the mingling cries of pain and pleasure, blood splattered and the next moment, the fox fully stood up, with its teeth and the short swords on its tails all pointing towards Fu Qian.
Fu Qian shook his head and looked around.
The same eggshells were scattered in all directions, and various bizarre Creations were watching him with unified actions.
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“Well done!”
Not long after, watching Fu Qian casually pull a short sword from his chest and nail the nine-tailed fox’s tails and heads together, Yasui Tokiyuki gave heartfelt praise.
By that time, the ground where both men stood showed no trace of its original color.
The rampant tainted blood combined with the red moonlight dyed the surroundings like a haunting specter.
All sorts of giant corpses had accumulated into a small hill.
Of course, still standing in front of Yasui Tokiyuki, were many more living hills, and on those hills, Divine Weapons.
“But aren’t you a bit too impatient, exchanging wounds for wounds is not a good idea, I’ve said we have plenty of time.”
“Can’t help it, some are more pressed for time,” Fu Qian casually responded to the jest, while raising his right hand high.
Under the light of the Red Moon, an oddly shaped giant blade slowly took form.
The next moment, aimed at the still struggling fox, the giant blade fell without hesitation.
However, just as it touched the body of the fox, the terrifying strike disappeared along with Fu Qian, without a trace.