In that instant, the sound of shattering rang out, followed by the howling wind.
With a punch, his right arm suddenly swelled, the jumping muscle bundles inflated like an air pump, and in an instant, countless knotted muscles almost doubled the size of his arm, revealing a nearly deformed and ferocious posture.
As Huai Shi dodged, the punch hit the ground, and the entire square suddenly shook.
It was as if it had withstood the blast of a main cannon.
Was this the change brought about by the fear of the Red Glove under the supervision of the record, or was it something else?
Huai Shi was no longer interested in knowing. He had died under the form of this instructor more than once.
Bullets, firearms, and explosives were completely ineffective.
It was like a nightmare in a dream.
In the memory of the Red Glove, this cruel instructor who had forged him into a weapon was almost an unbeatable symbol, with his strength artificially amplified, like a monster.
If it weren't for the Red Glove's ability to be absolutely sure that this instructor was just an ordinary person, Huai Shi guessed that the instructor's transformation at this moment might have been a transformation into a bat with bat wings and goat horns, casting a banishing spell to destroy the world.
Fortunately, it was only this degree of change, which was not too exaggerated for Huai Shi -
He reached out and touched the blood on the ground.
Circle Imprisonment!
This was the first time he had tried this newly learned technique in the record.
Accompanied by the flame of source material rising from his fingertips, the blood boiled and stirred like crazy, and grayish breaths constantly steamed out of it.
No one knew how many corpses and blood had risen into a mist-like ash, enveloping the entire square.
Although he didn't know why his soul was named Circle Imprisonment by the Silver Sea, Huai Shi knew its essence very well. It was a relatively rare transformation type among the major categories, spanning both the spiritual and material realms.
And the range was source material and iron.
In other words, he could build a bridge between the source material that represented the foundation of the soul in the spiritual realm and the iron that existed in the largest quantity in the material realm, achieving any transformation between the two.
It could be said to have a wide range of uses.
That invisible axe was the weapon that Huai Shi had created by depositing his seven years of unease and killing intent in the source material and transforming it into iron.
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And now, based on Circle Imprisonment, Huai Shi was trying to transform the scattered source material outside.
So, countless tiny rusted iron sands rose from the blood, invisible to the naked eye.
That was the essence of destruction.
The ash condensed by death.
Accompanied by the dry wind and dust, they were embedded in the pungent smell of blood and gunpowder, rising rapidly and spreading in an instant.
Giving all despair and pain an equal share.
In that instant, hoarse roars and angry shouts came from the darkness, and the hurricane howled and spread, but it could not disperse the mist between the source material and the material realm. A ferocious black shadow rushed towards Huai Shi and punched him!
Huai Shi dodged sideways, the dagger in his right hand swung horizontally, leaving a brutal wound on the huge deformed arm, and then turned the dagger and stabbed it towards the instructor's neck!
Crack!The dagger pierced his raised arm, colliding with bone, making a sound like steel striking steel.
Feeling the heavy and beast-like breath erupting from the instructor's chest, the gasp of air he took in was filled with dust and debris. The pain and despair only fueled his rage, making him feel like a wild animal.
"How does it feel to create such despair with your own hands?" Huai Shi tightly gripped his military knife, staring at the instructor's face through his deformed arm, with a mocking smile.
"I've gotten used to it. How about you?" Crow said.
Bang!
The huge arm swept past, making a low rumble that shattered the air. The hurricane almost blew Huai Shi three steps away, but he immediately pounced back towards the instructor, who was supposed to be unbeatable.
His smile was ferocious.
He felt like he was drunk.
It was like he was in a deep trance, yet fully aware at the same time. Then, he felt the frenzy.
It was a kind of indescribable freedom.
It was like the release that came after extreme anger.
As he breathed, he sucked in the dust and the pain of the dead, merging with their despair.
It was like he was combining with countless deaths.
He went from being a recorder and a recorded one to being one of the records.
He could feel the pain of countless deaths at the same time and immerse himself in the despair of slaughter and abuse.
It was like the souls of those people were standing beside him.
So, those empty deaths turned into flames, boiling in his chest. Mixed with his anger, his unwillingness, and his will, they turned into a nameless impulse, bursting out from within, engulfing him, urging him to face his opponent, to bring punishment, to bring real death!
Under the tight grip of the Circle of Restraint, the gray flame rose from the blade. It was a pure substance, far darker and paler than dust, refined and extracted from countless despair and pain.
Pure poison.
It was a poisonous substance extracted from the records of death. Although it had no physical harm, once it touched someone, it would undoubtedly bring them the true death of the soul, as Huai Shi had experienced countless times before.
In that moment, the words on the Book of Fate changed silently. Not only did the level of Military Boxing soar rapidly, but a new branch of the soul application also emerged under the introduction of the Circle of Restraint.
- Heart Poison!
"That's right, go and seek revenge with blood and teeth!" Crow looked at the young man who was immersed in madness in the record, smiling with pleasure. "Go and represent death, go and avenge the beasts in this dark gorge! This is your destiny, Huai Shi, the last guardian of the kingdom of heaven..."
In that moment, Huai Shi's dagger fell.The deformed instructor roared in pain, his massive arm smashing down, as if breaking Huai Shi's already numb left arm. He remained unfazed, still moving forward almost unconsciously, gazing intently at the twisted face that was within arm's reach.
Pure darkness filled the jet-black pupils.
In the next moment, the military knife fell again!
Crack!
Although it was a light military knife, it made a heavy breaking sound as it was wielded by the restrained hand, as if it were a heavy axe.
Inexplicable weight emerged from it, and with each swing of Huai Shi's arm, the enemy's tendons were cut, flesh separated.
The sound of bones breaking was like kindling under a giant axe.
The instructor roared, clenched his fist, and the huge five fingers opened, grabbing for his face. But in the next moment, with the swing of the knife, the iron-colored hand was cut off between the index and middle fingers.
It was split into two pieces.
The blade deeply wedged into his wrist.
In intense pain, he saw Huai Shi take a deep breath, then roar forward!
Thunder burst forth!
As the military knife shattered suddenly, the Source material fire surged out, turning into the outline of a sharp blade, advancing inch by inch, unstoppable, cutting the entire arm evenly into two halves!
Then, the burning dagger rose again and fell!
The deformed arm fell from the instructor's shoulder, blood gushing from the wound, staining the square that had been soaked with blood countless times before.
It merged with the blood of the painful old men, desperate women, and ignorant children, creating the same dim color on the barren land.
The instructor pushed him hard, but couldn't hold his ground, staggering back and falling to the ground.
But Huai Shi kept moving forward, gasping for breath, stumbling over one corpse after another, walking past pairs of lifeless eyes, leaving behind the red outline in their fading glory.
"Thanks to you, I finally figured something out -"
He whispered softly, suddenly lifted his foot, and stepped on the instructor's chest, pressing him down again, letting him struggle in vain.
Finally, he raised his dagger and aimed it at his neck from afar.
"The reason I chose to become a Sublimator -"
Like a farewell, Huai Shi looked solemnly at the twisted face and told him word by word:
"- is to chop off the head of a scumbag like you!"
In that instant, as the blade fell, a deep crack appeared on the ground.
Blood gushed out from the neck of the headless corpse, flowing into the dry soil, bringing rare moisture to this dead land, leaving behind a hope for the flowers to bloom next year.
Then, Huai Shi saw the whole world shake.
Everything shattered.
He sank into darkness, and soon woke up from the chair, sweating profusely, feeling as if he had been exhausted and uncomfortable.
But for some reason, he felt calm and satisfied inside.
As if he had received his reward for the just-revenge he had just taken.
"Congratulations on passing the level."
Crow stood on the table, examining his appearance, "Did you gain anything, Huai Shi?""..."
Huai Shi remained silent, unsure of how to respond.
In the end, he hadn't been able to do anything. It couldn't be considered a rescue, nor could it be considered revenge.
Perhaps everything had already ended more than ten years ago. What he had done was simply to rewrite the original story out of dissatisfaction with the plot.
What could he gain from it?
After some contemplation, he chuckled softly and said, "It was just a beautiful dream, at least it had a beginning and an end..."
With that, he pushed himself up from the table and picked up the dagger that he had left on it. He absentmindedly played with it for a moment before tossing it back onto the table.
"As for everything else, let's just consider it a consolation prize..."
With that, he turned and headed upstairs.
After enduring a whole day, he felt dizzy and his vision was darkening. He was about to pass out from exhaustion.
There was nothing better than a good, deep sleep.
If there was, then he would sleep twice.
"Get some rest."
He waved his hand and closed the bedroom door.
Crow watched as the young man disappeared up the stairs. He then turned his attention to the table.
Under the light of the desk lamp, the cheap, mail-order dagger glimmered faintly with its iron sheen. It was pinned to the cracked and peeling surface of the table, casting a long, slender shadow.
And where the tip of the blade had pierced the wood, a gruesome scar was revealed.
Like an axe wound.
"Good night, Huai Shi."
Sleep well.
Crow spread his wings and flew into the hazy night outside the window.
Disappearing without a trace.
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