Apocalypse Forecast

Chapter 1253: Chapter 958: The Previous Wave and the Next Wave

In the lifetime of Sword Saint Shangquan, he wielded many swords.

During his nameless youth, he used an ancient anonymous sword inherited from his father, which broke in battle against a formidable enemy at the age of twenty-four and was irreparable. Thus, he stored it away, displaying it in the dojo.

Later, after inheriting the school, he wore the famous sword ’Kanze-Nezumi’, passed down through generations. After another breakthrough, he wielded the Genji Miracle Imprint—Yazukiri and Hizakiri.

When he retired from the palace at fifty, he returned these heavy weapons and switched to the Chidori, now passed to Haruka. Subsequently, he changed swords several times for various reasons.

Every divine weapon sparkled anew with the use by the Sword Saint, achieving one legendary tale after another.

In the end, the Sword Saint who retired to the dojo used nothing but an ordinary longsword.

At most, the material was slightly stronger, not known for its sharpness and might.

The reasons may include the rumored ’return to simplicity’ and ’unadorned by external objects,’ but the main reason is... there is simply no need.

He no longer needed to wield some peerless treasure sword to battle to the death; he had long reached the pinnacle.

Now all he needs is a ’pointer’ to guide disciples. If not for the dojo advocating true sword duels, a bamboo sword would suffice.

Now, the pointer is held by the Wood Cottage.

Not too long, not too short, just ordinary.

Just right.

Yet, this perfectly fitting longsword made the Tattooed Face dread.

Not for the sharpness of the blade, nor for speed and power, but for the knowledge previously entrusted to the sword blade... a lifetime’s learning!

Over fifty years, wielded by the Sword Saint, drenched in Extreme Interpretation, carrying the aspirations and dreams of countless disciples, this sword has become the embodiment of the ’Dojo’!

Sword Heart formed!

Simply put, account hosting.

—Game boosting, went online!

At this moment, under the observation of countless Evil Eyes, the Wood Cottage became increasingly eerie.

The left half retained its former appearance, but the right half holding the sword began to rapidly volatilize, losing its contour, rising like flames.

That half face became hollow and blurred, countless faces kept emerging, as if possessed by Evil Ghosts.

Teenager, elder, child, old woman...

Shadow Flow, Nitouryu, Mist Flow, brilliant god dream flow, natural reasoning flow, Hokushin Itto-ryu, Oishi Divine Shadow flow... myriad sword techniques unleashed freely, even the aura varied, impossible to predict.

”Tsk, mere transformation, not worth a slice.”

A pair of turbid eyes scornfully looked down at the opponent, the voice becoming hoarse and old: ”Huh? Not coming over? Then I shall reluctantly come to you—”

With that, stepped forward lightly.

Yet the invincible terrifying aura seemed to already bring death to the forefront!

Boom!

Darkness boiled, reacting like a stress response, countless hideous limbs unfolded from the broken shell below, the Tattooed Face’s shell rapidly transforming, in the end, the entire being became ethereal in the surging darkness.

Only a mass of ink-dark shadows surged, outlining a humanoid silhouette, countless Evil Eyes burst open, ejecting evil light.

At the original site, the Wood Cottage’s trace was lost.

This is the most adept and skilled Yu Step among all of Professor Huai Shi’s skills!

At this moment, under the Sword Saint’s insight, fully unleashed, it was on par with Huai Shi’s speed. Instantly, it closed in, slicing towards the darkness ahead.

Even within the void source substance, still...

Severed in a single strike!

Tattooed Face roared, darkness split, countless hands extending from within, reaching for the Wood Cottage’s sword blade, grasping tightly, forbidding any escape.

Then, darkness surged, countless venomous curses spewing forth from within.

Yet at the same time, the Wood Cottage disregarded the sword, voluntarily lifting both hands, pressing towards the boiling darkness.

On the ten outstretched fingers, obscure and venomous runes emerged, the alchemy matrix implanted in the shell activated, forming a vortex from the palm as if navigating to eternal night.

Behind the Wood Cottage, the specter of Ascend also rose slowly.

Grinning sardonically at it!

”Finally, got you~”

The next instant, the horrific chewing sound emerged from the Wood Cottage’s hands, countless beast-like greedy and bizarre sounds resonating continuously.

The slender snake form of Ascend has already entwined the Tattooed Face like a python, greedily devouring the essence from Hell.

Painful screams sound.

Plus an angry whine.

Like a roar.

”Oh, what you said.”

The Wood Cottage showed a harmless smile: ”Consuming evil is a Lin family specialty, can’t miss tasting it—would anyone think Lin family needs boosting to fight? Won’t they, won’t they, won’t they?”

Accompanied by his words, countless sharp iron lights revealed from the vortex, like shark teeth, interwoven and scraping, sparks bursting forth.

This is the Mystic Ritual personally engraved by the contemporary Candle Dragon, after devouring the fury of countless ferocious blades in the dojo, consumed the malicious essence of numerous Chef Demons, finally completing the Abyss Curse!

Its clarity is obscure, its sight is bright, no nourishment, sleep, or rest, the storm is a visit—compared to the ancient god of Clock Mountain who devoured storms and tides, controlled dawns and evil doings, this is merely a minor skirmish.

But similar is the insatiable greed and the predator’s ferocity.

—devour all evil thoroughly!

In front of the Lin family, still dare to expose your soul so bare, unprotected... how bold must one be?

Is this the Hell Charity Association’s doorstep delivery service?

Love it, love it.

Now, darkness becomes a vortex, continuously dragged into deeper darkness, where under countless sharp blades’ malice and hostility, all the structures of source substances are completely shattered, falling into Ascend to a high-ranking’s abdomen.

The last traces belonging to Tattooed Face disappeared completely.

In its place is Wood Cottage’s face turning red-purple, too swollen to bear supplements, the amount is simply too much... completely unable to digest.

Continuing like this would only lead to explosion.

If that’s the case...

Wood Cottage took a deep breath, aimed at the direction of the distant train and opened its mouth—

—Sparing no effort, let’s spit out a little!

Thus, under the intensification of malice, all source substances underwent the most brutal transformation, rapidly turning into an extremely unstable state. Pour in a bit of hatred, a bit of jealousy, then add a bit of painstakingly extracted pride and unlimited fear supply, along with a massive amount of wrath.

Finally, pour in most of Tattooed Face’s source substance and strength.

Thus, a pot of instant curse soup is ready!

With the ignition of the curse’s fire, it exploded with a roar.

A thick stream of black-purple light shot from Ascend to a high-ranking’s shadow in the direction of the distance!

In an instant, it pierced the dancing snowstorm, swept past the flying blood and frost, crossed the battlefield, tore through the train’s skin, cut through the carriage, passed through the corpses and slaughter, delicately grazed Yuan Yuan’s hair, flying further forward.

All armored knights blocking the path instantly dissolved into ashes.

Straightforwardly crossing over tens of kilometers, leaving layers of breaches, finally, flying towards the face of Lu BaiYan by the train window.

”Yin and Yang combined, what is original and transformed?”

Accompanied by his soft chant, a dignified crown flashed and disappeared, an invisible wall appeared right in front of the curse light stream, isolating the most vicious and hostile source substance curse outside.

But immediately, the Howl of the Mountain Monarch.

Amidst the thunderous roar, the Teenage Girl trampled the shattered armor, crashed through the cabin board ahead, turned in mid-air towards Lu BaiYan’s direction and tossed the weapon in her hand.

Electric light thunderbolt.

Among countless jumping lightning bolts, Shangfang Horse-Killing Sword resounded, piercing straight through all hindrances, flying towards Lu BaiYan’s face.

Then, freezing in mid-air.

Lightning vanishes without trace.

Between Lu BaiYan’s two raised fingers, the flying Sword Blade stayed fixed in mid-air.

Even after entrusting the Engraved imprints of Prison Bull and full power, the metamorphosed Mountain Monarch’s Sword couldn’t advance an inch.

”Young people these days...”

Lu BaiYan shook his head, uninterested: ”Too, aiming too high—”

”Sorry, Teacher Lu, I don’t understand the rules... It’s all random!”

In the distant wild forest, Wood Cottage suddenly sneered.

He squatted down, pressed five fingers onto the shadow in front, strangely breaking through space, five fingers filled with malice and cursed venom emerged from the sword blade’s shadow.

Then, grasped Lu BaiYan’s shadow.

Without chivalry, choosing to ambush the 96-year-old ’comrade’.

Firmly, clamped his throat, tightened.

A black handprint also appeared on his neck, script-like marks rapidly expanded, proliferated, and cracked swiftly.

Only managing to hold him for an instant.

But in that moment, a silhouette rapidly enlarged behind the frost-covered window.

Through the refraction of the frost mirror, the Lady of Frost burst through the mirror!

In her hand, held a crystalline dagger, seemingly sculpted from crystal and ice, the flowing blade shone with countless desires, aimed at the soul, capable of polluting all source substance, forcing all consciousness into madness and fragmentation, condensed into a thread—

Clutched this crucial moment tightly.

Six-fold Attack, simultaneously thrust down!

Extreme Intention · Harsh Month!

”Not knowing, one’s own limits...”

At that moment, Lu BaiYan sighed softly, a black shadow appeared behind him.

Difficult to see through the transformation of that moment.

Only the overlapping sounds of countless fractures could be heard.

Anna’s dagger shattered, Shangfang Sword lamentedly dispersed, returning to its sheath. Wood Cottage’s hand hastily withdrawn from the shadow, already burned like charcoal, the skin cracked, oozing black blood.

While Lu BaiYan remained unharmed.

”If you kill like this, would your teacher be sad?”

He held Anna’s neck, lifted to mid-air, his fingers slowly clutching, yet soon, he seemed to hear mocking laughter from distant mountains.

Then, in his hand, the struggling Teenage Girl turned to ice crystal, shattering bit by bit, falling.

Further away in the carriage, she reappeared behind Yuan Yuan, pulling Yuan Yuan to transform into dancing ice and snow, flying afar.

Just before leaving, she turned back, smiling smugly at him.

Like a White Wolf fleeing with a lamb in its mouth.

As a virtual duct silently broke behind Lu BaiYan — the flow of source substance essence and divine nature supplement transported from Nowhere quietly ceased.