Chapter 1187, Fatality
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“Condense!” n(-O-(v(-e-)l--b--1(-n
The spatial crack struck at the Sword Child like a viper, the blackness therein promising to swallow him whole.
Sword Child couldn’t care less, evident by his smirk, as he shouted and flicked his hand.
A cold wind blew and the encroaching scars slowly lost their speed until they froze in place, with a trace of ice even revealed on them.
Gu Santong gasped, “Heaven Sealing Sword Art?”
“Ha-ha-ha, yes, I am master’s sword any sword art he knows, I know. That’s why, young master San, feel free to come at me with everything.”
The Sword Child smiled, finally going for Gu Santong. He waved a finger and flames exploded into an inferno. The black gaps in space merged with the flames and slowly healed. With the path cleared between the two, the Sword Child had an easy time shooting for Gu Santong’s face to poke him with a crackling finger.
Gu Santong’s face twitched and stepped back while using his fist to defend, “Decimating Sword Art and Sundering Sword Art, how is it you know all my dad’s five sword arts to perfection? No son could ever do so much. Who are you?”
“I told you, I’m master’s sword.”
Bam!
Gu Santong unleashed his full power at long last, his fist sending a scarlet wave that struck at the purple thunder sword wave. The intense clash had crushed forty mountains around the area to dust. Gu Santong shuddered, forced to step back from the aftermath.
The Sword Child laughed as the shock wave came, pointing at Gu Santong, “I am a divine sword in body, not of flesh and blood. I don’t fear my insides getting jolted, not when I haven’t got any. That’s where a sacred beast differs from me, Vaulting Sword, Dragon Soar!”
With a draconic cry, the Sword Child pressed his advantage, sending another sword wave with his finger. This time, Gu Santong barely got himself steady to brace for impact.
All he could do, in the end, was punch back.
Bam!
Gu Santong’s hasty punch lacked his full power and was once again pushed back.
The Sword Child smiled, standing still, “Most cultivators would try to settle the rattling inside them before the damage mounts instead of unleashing strikes so fast. I don’t have such a problem. I could hound you and kill you in just ten moves, all while you couldn’t even defend. The outcome is clear and there’s no point of fighting, ha-ha-ha...”
“What a deadly sword!”
Hu~
It was anticlimactic how plain it was launched, with no fuss, like a breeze tracing the air.
The sword wave, however, erased everything in its path, even the dust, from existence.
The sword wave looked flimsy by all accounts, yet it struck fear in the hearts of all who watched.
It was not total destruction and explosiveness that was scary, but the silent yet decimating moves that could take lives without leaving a sign.
Zhuo Fan was out for two seconds before he came to and understood the gap between the fighters, “Sword Child, stop this right now!”
Too little, too late. The black sword wave reached young Sanzi’s Qilin image, but there was no bang, not even a fizzle. The black wave passed through the image, making it pause before fading away, purged from this world.
Young Sanzi coughed blood at the backlash, looking pale, but the black wave was coming with death behind it.
Young Sanzi panicked, everyone panicked.
[This is fatality!]
“Sword Child, didn’t you hear me? I told you to stop!” Zhuo Fan shouted in anger.
Sword Child’s brow shook and gave a cruel smile at the panicked face, with no intention of stopping.
Hum~
The space started warping then, with the Sword Child at its center.
He looked back at Zhuo Fan with a frown, only to see his cold gaze and the seven golden halos in his right eye.
“Master, don’t...”
“Divine Eye of the Void 7th stage, Void Seal!” Zhuo Fan muttered.
Whoosh~
The space contracted, and the Sword Child shook as his eyes went blank and collapsed. He turned back into the pitch-black sword, with a dim glow.
It showed no signs of being alive.
The black sword wave coming at Gu Santong faded away just in time as well, making him breathe easier for having escaped with his life.
[That strike is deadly, no less than dad’s apocalyptic thunderflame...]
