Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Those weren’t tentacles, but actual hands!

They were just strangely deformed and elongated at the moment, even the skin was black and red, at first glance there was almost no difference from tentacles.

And just now most of my attention was on Fu Qian, and I didn’t specifically discern…

Feeling the odd sensation inside his body, Li Weixuan’s heart suddenly sank.

SAN Points decrease by 1.

Facing Li Weixuan’s sudden change in complexion, Fu Qian didn’t hold back and launched a Visceral Critical Strike.

...A Visceral Critical Strike with a Mythical Form boost.

He had waited for this moment for a long time.

As his current strongest move, Visceral Critical Strike had immense power but extremely strict conditions for activation.

The most important one was that the hand must come into contact with the wound—Fu Qian had tried before, even the most dexterous tentacles wouldn’t work.

And when facing a Demigod, creating such a condition wasn’t easy.

Especially since Li Weixuan had become aware of the danger and deliberately began to keep his distance from me.

So after going all out to leave a wound on Li Weixuan, Fu Qian began to play a kite-flying tactic with Li Weixuan.

After several rounds, only when Li Weixuan believed that keeping a certain distance meant I couldn’t do anything to him, did Fu Qian finally begin to try his own plan.

Using the effect of the Feast, he quickly deformed his arm and disguised it as a tentacle.

There was only one chance!

If not successful, not to mention Li Weixuan would be on guard next time, but the Academy wasn’t limited to just one Demigod, and someone should arrive soon.

Blood filled the skies!

The Visceral Critical Strike, which required a great effort to execute, was finally worthy of the audience.

Li Weixuan, being a Demigod, let out an earth-shattering scream under this blow.

A Visceral Critical Strike in Mythical Form didn’t just double the lethality.

Fu Qian looked at his left hand as he pulled it out.

Amid the fragments of various organs, the latter shone with a strange luster, as if every inch of skin was soaked in fresh blood.

Warm currents pooled into his body from it, speeding up the healing of even the wounds.

In contrast, Li Weixuan’s life force was rapidly fading.

A vampiric effect, huh?

SAN Points decrease by 1!

Fu Qian didn’t hesitate, Mythical Form activated again, and the Demigod Level Air Bullet whistled out.

Li Weixuan’s head was hit by a black ray, silently corroding away most of his skull.

In violent convulsions, this newly risen Demigod, the future Academy head, slowly fell to the ground, his life force reduced to zero.

Li Weixuan was really killed by this guy!

In deathly silence, Fu Qian shook his hand and didn’t pay attention to Li Weixuan’s body, but looked up into the distance.

Several astonishing murderous auras were racing over.

They’re coming really fast!

Unfortunately, the prompt for mission completion didn’t appear.

Fu Qian turned to glance at the people from the Swordsmanship Department again, to find that the feeling of a Swarm was nearly gone.

Did they flee, or are they hiding?

Physical destruction is unlikely to be effective, huh!

Fu Qian shook his head, confirming his suspicion.

Right now, he could feel an invisible barrier rising around him, undoubtedly the work of the Academy Demigods’. Before they had even arrived, my escape routes had been sealed.

The next moment, accompanying the soul-freezing extreme cold, the invisible barrier rapidly shrank.

“Do not attempt to resist, you have nowhere to escape.”

A commanding voice came.

“Good!”

Fu Qian said offhandedly, immediately activating “Transcendence”.

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…

This was still the first time he had used the skill since obtaining it.

The moment the effect activated, Fu Qian felt the scene before his eyes twist, and his very existence was rapidly pulled away.

“Why is there still someone not in? Hurry up, don’t waste time.”

Familiar lines rang in his ears.

Fu Qian looked up to see a middle-aged man with messy hair, impatiently staring at him.

This feeling of actively loading a save was not bad!

And compared to being wiped out by a swarm of Demigods, he at least saved 1 SAN Point.

The only problem was that it seemed the rewards had been swallowed up.

Although he hadn’t completed the mission, he had fought tooth and nail to kill a Demigod!

He hoped it was just delayed issuance, otherwise, it would be a huge loss!

Just like last time, under the impatient urging of the middle-aged man, Fu Qian stepped into the Sword Pavilion.

Now, he could basically confirm that physical elimination was not feasible.

But that was just a trial, and he hadn’t held out much hope from the start.

Next up was Plan B time.

In fact, Fu Qian had a crazy idea—if he couldn’t do it physically, then he’d do it mentally.

Like trying to comprehend Sword Intent and become a member of the Swarm, establishing a connection on a spiritual level with “it”.

According to “its” earlier words, there was no way for him to comprehend Sword Intent because “it” recognized his voice and would reject him, the Blasphemer, immediately.

Logically, there was no problem—that is, if it were during the last containment attempt.

But at this moment, he was in a story that restarted after Transcendence.

He indeed knew of “its” existence, but because he had not yet observed “it”, “it” might not be aware that he knew.

Despite the convoluted expression, this represented an opportunity.

To use the time difference to understand Sword Intent, to seize the chance to join the “Swarm”.

…

Amid the occasional strange glances thrown his way, Fu Qian quickly ascended the levels.

According to the Guards, ordinary disciples were only allowed to move around below the third floor; further up, there might be certain dangers, and only a few people were permitted to continue upwards, such as Ji Liushuang.

Fu Qian’s understanding of this was that the higher he went, the more dangerous the residual Sword Intent on the swords might be. Ordinary disciples might not handle it and could get hurt.

But that was for ordinary disciples. At the moment, he needed stronger stimulation.

In Fu Qian’s opinion, the so-called Sword Intent might just be a collection of special intuition when using a sword.

Being someone who had used a sword before, he theoretically shouldn’t be able to comprehend it.

But considering that “it” was handing out Sword Intent generously, Fu Qian didn’t believe “it” was strictly allocating based on insight.

You just needed to get “it” to notice you, to realize your obsession with Sword Intent, and perhaps you might receive its gift and be incorporated as one of its members.

Yuan Xin and that Ruan Shuo could have been in such a situation.

Being a mission person, Fu Qian believed he had enough intense obsession.

Because only in this way, could there be a chance to kill “it” and complete the mission.

With enough obsession in place and with some more intense stimulation, perhaps he could attract “it’s” attention.

Once the gift was bestowed and he became part of the Swarm, even if “it” realized there was something off about him, it would be too late.

…

The fourth floor was even more deserted than he had imagined.

In fact, Fu Qian only saw Ji Liushuang alone.

She was leaning against a wall, her gaze vacant.

Indeed, at this moment, she had already achieved Sword Heart Enlightenment!

Fu Qian didn’t pay her any mind but scanned the surroundings, locking onto a black greatsword that seemed to emanate the most murderous intent.

Let’s begin!

Without wasting any effort, Fu Qian quickly approached, focusing all his attention on the sword, indulging in his desire.