Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2003: Chapter 1998: Will Not Lose

An intention that has witnessed countless supernatural mysteries, perceiving the true essence of the world from an alternative perspective.

In a deadly combat where retreating even half a step is not an option, unleashing all his lifelong knowledge and power, he mercilessly exterminated the heart demon.

Such a mind-opening opportunity is truly rare and hard to come by.

Early on, when Fu Qian witnessed this authority over at Akons, his reaction was to seize the chance for a meeting; otherwise, why would he work so hard to find someone later on?

And when he realized the abnormalities displayed by the Divine Ashes Institute, he vaguely sensed some kind of opportunity; otherwise, he wouldn’t have specially stirred up hatred.

Facts always reward the perseverant, and now the opportunity has come.

Of course, the chances of hearing the Way and dying before sunset are evidently quite high.

Because all these ”Ways” exist solely to destroy him.

Cancelling the Blood Conquest, before returning to the Heaven’s Commencement Institute, indeed, the Yin Yang Sword Saints appeared as well.

Meanwhile, the surrounding scene has become unrecognizable.

Various strange bodies, resembling streetlamp hounds, are prowling around, instantly locking onto him.

Although their ranking may not compare to the Sword Saints, their relationship with that Fungus Emperor, which is an intent that could awaken at any moment, is undoubtedly closer, having already demonstrated the ability to transfer damage.

Additionally, this flourishing momentum seems to further prove the pessimistic speculation earlier—that the Superior Beings conceived by the Jade Soul Master wouldn’t perish with the passage of time, but must be manually aided—as they wish to aid him.

The pity is well known... heart demons are hard to eliminate.

Adding status midway in the fight? As if no one else can.

Upon appearing, wounds resembling fish gills tore directly from Fu Qian’s already broken body.

Old Day’s Mark.

And there’s Decree Residue, Return Edict, Brilliant Tyrant...

Weapons, you say? As if no one else has any.

Grasping the Void, the next moment, Fu Qian is holding a slender and graceful longsword.

When a subjectivist chooses physical elimination, what could be more satisfying to a materialist warrior than this?

Sorry, my three into one will not fail.

...

The world is trembling.

It’s the second time since becoming the embodiment of the False Law authority that the three halos are simultaneously activated.

And the last time even the ever-calm warehouse was slightly stirred.

Not to mention the fundamental concept of the wound as Old Day’s Mark.

With the four halos simultaneously activated, amid the dazzling brilliance, even the space before the eyes is constantly tearing out wounds.

So much so that the scene of countless mycelium connecting heaven and earth seen earlier is fully manifesting step by step before the eyes.

Good, I am gradually comprehending everything.

Witnessing everything rapidly reducing to that gray-white mycelial essence like the two opposing Sword Saints.

Sunshine, cold wind, even gravity... all still exist, but all are interpreted anew on the trembling mycelium.

For the ordinary, witnessing this the only thought will be to have unveiled the world’s essence, to prostrate in worship.

Sadly, true materialists are always more mundane.

So mundane as to attempt understanding the unnameable with fragile wills, mistaken knowledge, and a summer insect-like vision...

That ”He” is awakening, but Fu Qian hasn’t the intention to appease, nor the interest to wait.

Taking a step, sword three into one directly sweeps outwards.

Come, prove yourself if you are real to this seat.

...

Lamentations fill the land.

Though not well-versed in Sword Dao nor remembering Sword Intent, it does not affect the power of a full-force strike by a Second Phase.

Mycelium dances across the sky like white hair, with the torrential monsters rushing in, a quarter lost their chance to retreat after an attack.

Not all damage seems transferable; for carriers of too low ranking, the failure rate is high.

For instance, his sword actually struck nearly half of the monsters.

In Fu Qian’s review, sword three into one already slashes again without hesitation, hitting the ghostly Female Sword Saint.

Of course, where the ranking is adequate, the success rate remains astonishing.

This sword still caused no damage to the opponent, replaced by the damage from the opponent’s attack instantly ravaging his body into an unrecognizable state.

But what does that matter?

Almost simultaneously, the hole in Fu Qian’s chest rapidly heals.

A rigorous testing attitude is always the priceless asset of an academic worker.

When sword three into one was acquired, the few stabs made in the warehouse proved quite clear in nature.

Stabbing oneself directly with the sword won’t heal that damage, but indeed can heal others.’

Namely, the second strike heals the first.

Damage transfer, is it? This old man is already scarred, what problem would stabbing oneself cause?

Just draining one’s blood.

Even without mentioning the cannon fodder with such low success rates, what about the Sword Saints?

If you can raise this probability to one hundred percent, then prove it too.

Otherwise, the moment this seat pulls out this knightly weapon, you best choose another plan.

...

Schrrr——

White hair and red blood fly together, from one side of the chest to the back.

Proven effective by eyebrow-raising swordsmanship, amidst the unrestrainedly violent counterattack, wounds like open chests and pierced torsos have become nothing, slicing apart into bizarre forms more than once.

Yet it is also proven, even with the two Sword Dao Saints exerting undiminished oppressive force, damage transfer success rates are not one hundred percent.

Apart from wounds ripped open by Old Day’s Mark, Fu Qian successfully hit no less than one sword.

The opponent’s offense may be fierce, but his strategy is simple—My sword has not necessarily failed.

Exploiting the blood bar advantage to withstand attacks, simultaneously ignoring defense to add Catastrophe Curse, causing immense damage to forcibly reabsorb blood.

And what is most gratifying is the confirmed disarraying force imparted by the opponent can equally be counteracted with sword three into one’s healing, eliminating the need for extra handling.

The effect produced as a result is the ”world truth” initially displayed, now resonating with the initially torn world, already amidst the constant ”lamentations.”

But it’s still not enough—Boom!

Endless silk threads dance, sword three into one just cooperated with the Female Sword Saint, leaving two wounds on him again, as Fu Qian in the gut of another Sword Saint, successfully landed a visceral critical strike, using the empty other hand.

Indeed, through tricky damage transfer, this defect has already regrown.

Before the temporarily frozen opponent could react, Fu Qian already felt another force locking onto him, even the lamenting world fell silent that instant.

Finally awakened?

Contentedly, he without reservation expressed welcome.

An exaggerated body continues to swell, Mythical Form is activated.