Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 882: 544, The Ultimate Martial Warrior

Only at this moment did Qing Chen see the true appearance of the Fei Touman. The pretty girl’s face had become ferocious due to her swollen skull and knotted muscles.

“Whoa!” Qing Chen was startled by the sudden appearance of the ugly face and turned, pulling Jindai Yunzi and the other man to retreat.

However, after only two steps, Qing Chen suddenly saw…

Twelve Fei Touman, each with a different appearance, yet all with faces as terrifying as evil spirits, and their faces bore dried purple blood tears, as if the souls of women were imprisoned within.

They dragged long, matted hair, tied with brightly colored red and green ribbons, like hostesses dressed for a grand banquet.

But now, these ribbons looked like banners for summoning spirits.

This place was a veritable purgatory on earth!

He looked at the approaching menacing female faces and saw their pain and struggle.

There was a plea on their faces, seemingly asking for release.

Qing Chen sighed deeply.

He stopped running.

I don’t want to run anymore!

Qing Chen suddenly halted, turned around, and took a deep breath.

On the pale snowfield, the solitary courageous youth stood as if within an ink painting with infinite empty space.

Then he raised his head and forcefully exhaled a breath of cloud gas before him!

No matter how many of you there are, you are all within the range of this breath!

In an instant, the snowflakes slanting towards the youth were blown backward by this breath of cloud gas!

Countless sharp snowflakes “washed” the faces of the twelve Fei Touman, stripping away their skin and hair, revealing the bones beneath their grotesque visages.

The swirling snow rose skyward, not landing but reversing its course!

The flying snow, stripped ribbon fragments, and split blood were like dark fireworks suddenly blooming.

The phoenix flute resounds!

The jade pot’s light rotates!

Fish and dragons dance all night!

This breath of cloud gas could, one day, be comparable to Li Yunjing’s Starlight Hand!

But not now. Qing Chen was only B-Class; he had to exhaust all means to barely kill an A-Class Onmyoji’s shikigami.

Even though the twelve Fei Touman were stripped to white bones by thousands of sharp blades, and the bones had countless cracks, their fangs still gnawed continuously.

Qing Chen positioned Jindai Yunzi and Takahashi Izumi on either side of him, forming a triangle with himself.

The twelve Fei Touman ignored Jindai Yunzi and Takahashi Izumi, charging straight for Qing Chen!

Qing Chen’s heart was serene.

Qing Chen maneuvered the two puppets, with himself as the center, using them as brushes.

He used the last of his Knight Vital Energy in his body, wielding the transparent threads as blades…

Cutting!

“Rest in peace.”

The twelve Fei Touman fell into the net Qing Chen had woven for them. Just as they were about to reach him, Qing Chen brought his hands together with force.

The sound of bones cracking could be heard.

The knives linking him and the two puppets twisted the Fei Touman within the net into pieces.

Gasping heavily, Qing Chen looked at the pile of bones before him as they disintegrated into a stream of light and flew away.

He sighed again, feeling that even if he killed those Fei Touman, the twelve imprisoned women might never be freed.

Killing an A-Class shikigami while being a B-Class was astounding, even if the opponent was a shikigami.

Below A-Class, Qing Chen might be invincible against any opponent.

But just then, Qing Chen sensed something was wrong and turned abruptly!

Too late!

The Fei Touman were just a feint; the real killer was behind him!

As he turned, a gigantic white tiger with a single horn leaped at him, muscles rippling, its bloody maw large enough to swallow a man whole!

This white tiger could move silently on the snow, leaving no trace of its passage.

ATS-062 shikigami, Bai Ze!

From fifty meters away, Bai Ze leaped high, pouncing towards Qing Chen with absolute ferocity.

Qing Chen had exhausted his Knight Vital Energy and couldn’t even use his blade threads.

He now held the Black Sniper, firing calmly: eyes! Heart! Throat!

In the heavy snow, Qing Chen’s pupils constricted, and the fire rune on his cheek spread rapidly!

The world seemed to slow down… No, his calculation ability had become faster!

Bai Ze’s pouncing speed appeared slower and slower in his eyes, as if in slow motion, he pulled the trigger.

He could even feel he could visually capture the trajectory of the yellow bullets.

Bullets struck Bai Ze, but even though they penetrated its body, they didn’t halt its fierce advance.

Qing Chen pulled Takahashi Izumi in front of him.

He leaned backward.

The giant creature in mid-air shredded Takahashi Izumi with a swipe of its claw, then as it passed over Qing Chen, its paw slashed downward, leaving five deep bloody grooves in his left chest.

It nearly broke his collarbone!

Staggering backwards, the blood from his chest flowed incessantly down his clothes, staining the snow crimson.

The one-eyed Bai Ze paced slowly on the snow, eyeing Qing Chen like a predator waiting for its prey to bleed out before striking.

Blood was draining rapidly, and his Knight Vital Energy was exhausted. The Black Sniper was ineffective against the speed of an A-Class shikigami.

Qing Chen smiled bitterly. Was he going to die?

This journey felt like a dream.

He had seen the sunrise on sheer cliffs.

Seen the giant wolves in the black sea at Greenland.

Seen the blade-like peaks of the Alps.

Seen dazzling neon lights.

It was just yesterday, someone told him to climb a mountain, see the snow, and chase a dream.

It’s a pity, the longest of all shortcuts in this world, he hadn’t reached its end yet.

Qing Chen set aside the Black Sniper as his eyes blazed with golden light.

A radiant blaze!

Death was fearsome.

But somehow, Qing Chen always felt that each bout of fear made him exhilarated!

Even if it meant perishing together, it didn’t matter.

Fall with the thunder!

Powerful currents surged through the boy’s body, crackling with fierce energy.

The ocean within him began to form a vortex, his blood started to boil.

Qing Chen was prepared to exhaust all his potential, to die with dignity in this battle!

Suddenly, the world fell silent.

“Eh?”

A voice of bewilderment arose from nowhere.

It seemed perplexed by Qing Chen’s awakening, astonished that in this generation of Knights, there was a sign of resurgence, and a “transformed Knight” at that…

The newcomer hadn’t anticipated that Qing Chen, even as a Knight, could still awaken!

At this moment, someone walked calmly past Qing Chen, patting his shoulder with a gentle voice, “Don’t worry, there’s still your master.”

Qing Chen’s eyes shot open, staring in awe at the back of the person who just passed him, as imposing as a mountain, as vast as the sea.

Since this journey started, the boy had been hoping.

He had spread the message through Daytime Members, unsure if his master could arrive in time.

But now.

The master who once said, “I can only accompany you for a part of the journey. Beyond this, storms and sunshine are yours to face alone,” had truly arrived.

In the next instant, Bai Ze pounced at Qing Chen, but Uncle Li Dong leapt lightly, landing like a thousand-ton mountain on Bai Ze’s head!

With a thunderous roar, Bai Ze, in mid-leap, was forcibly stomped into the snow and earth!

Snow splashed like waterfalls, the ground cracked like a spider web.

Qing Chen had never seen such speed from a Demigod. His master’s figure vanished from sight, and reappeared above Bai Ze’s head!

Seeing Bai Ze still alive, Uncle Li Dong swiftly lifted it by its neck, then slammed it hard onto the ground again.

Another thunderous boom, and Qing Chen felt as if the entire mountain range trembled.

“Still not dead?” Uncle Li Dong remarked curiously.

The white tiger flipped upright, swinging its massive paw at Uncle Li Dong.

The middle-aged man, with unseen strength, effortlessly slapped its face again ahead of time.

With a thunderclap, the three-meter-long white tiger spun mid-air and smashed into the distant snow mountain.

The white tiger seemed like a painting, descending slowly down the mountainside with defiance of physics.

Striking like hanging a picture!

Once again, striking like hanging a picture!

Qing Chen realized the white tiger’s bones were likely shattered completely. In front of Uncle Li Dong, this A-Class shikigami was no different than a common bandit.

The mountain hummed under the strain, snow avalanching, burying the white tiger.

Where the white tiger collided, a boulder shattered into countless pieces, and the residual force permeated the mountain rock!

This time, the white tiger never stood up again, disintegrating into a stream of light and disappearing.

Effortless.

This was the power of a Martial Warrior Demigod, one palm destroyed an A-Class shikigami, and even the mountain couldn’t withstand such force.

Even now, Qing Chen’s heart couldn’t calm down. He had thought that A-Class was just physically superior to B-Class, and Demigods were just a bit stronger than A-Class.

But he never imagined the extreme of a Martial Warrior could reach such speed that it was barely visible to the naked eye!

Qing Chen had previously thought that Knights, compared to other cultivators, had fewer techniques.

For instance, the Hu’s Information Agency’s inheritance could eventually cultivate to control twenty-four jade swords with immense killing power.

Compared to that, Knights seemed weaker, relying only on group battles.

But now he understood why the world’s Demigods refused to duel a Demi God Knight.

Uncle Li Dong spoke calmly to the snowfield, “You’ve evaded me for long enough, hiding in the Divine Bridge of your Jindai family. Now you’ve captured my disciple, showing newfound courage. Since you’re here, come out and fight, then rest in peace.”

His voice, though not loud, echoed far in the snowfield, like the expansive bell tolls in a temple at dusk.

It brought inner peace to those who heard it.

Uncle Li Dong turned calmly, smiled at Qing Chen, and said, “See, this is a Knight.”

Qing Chen suddenly smiled with tears, remembering the words he had once spoken on the phone to Jinguji Maki in Hokkaido one morning.

“Don’t worry, even Master has a master.”

Uncle Li Dong had finally arrived.

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