Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 112 049.The Ninth?

At the eye of the storm, it was like a waterfall being cleaved in two by a sharp blade.

As if descending from the sky, Qingliu reached out his hand and claws, braving the shockwave, his body annihilated in the tremors, only to solidify again.

Greedy finished throwing the punch and looked up to find Aoyu looking down at him, raising her leg and sweeping it horizontally.

"boom--"

Greedy raised his hand to block the heavy kick, but before he could catch his breath, the second kick came crashing down from mid-air.

"Snapped--"

Greed raised its hand again, but the floor could not bear the weight. The surrounding pit sank even deeper, and the cracks and gravel in the floor were shaken up again. Thick dust filled the air, pressing Greed's body into the ground.

The man braced himself on the ground with both hands, unable to contain the churning of his internal organs, he coughed up a mouthful of blood, and lay motionless in the pit.

"Pah!" He spat out the sand from his mouth greedily, veins bulging on his forehead.

His momentum burned and rose continuously with his own will.

"What, still trying to fight to the death?" Aoyagi sneered, enjoying the final victory.

Suddenly, a surge of air rushed out, and the arrogant one behind them caught up again.

In the blink of an eye, it arrived in a flash, and the dagger was already above his head.

"Don't you understand yet?" Qingliu didn't turn her head. The blood mist behind her materialized, and an arm stretched out from her neck, pinching the dagger that had pierced through her. She then swung it out like a scorpion's tail.

Arrogance was slammed into the wall, his entire body crashing down. He forced his way through the air, managing to catch his breath by leaping and landing on the wall.

Aoyagi's enhancement lies in his mastery of the Blood Body, which has reached a new level. The various forms that can be evolved from the Blood Body alone are enough for him to deal with any threat present.

He appeared before arrogance and smiled: "You have no chance of winning."

Having said that, before Arrogance could make a move, he delivered a powerful punch straight into her abdomen.

The wall, suspended in mid-air, could not withstand the damage. The penetrating force shattered the wall completely, and the arrogant one took the punch squarely, coughing up blood as he was sent flying backward along with the collapsing wall.

"farewell."

Qingliu spread out her cane towards the arrogant ruins, and beams of blood-red light condensed like lasers, unleashing a furious barrage of firepower. They pierced through the ground and rocks with a whoosh, and dust rose up again amidst the roar.

suddenly!

Amidst the smoke and dust, the man in the haori (traditional Japanese jacket) disregarded the steel bars and rocks blocking his way, climbed over a large crack in the rock, and crouched down to embrace the woman who had fallen to the ground.

His face was resolute, and his pace was not affected by the limited vision. With the swirling air, he could roughly identify whether there were any obstacles. Amidst the roar of blood arrows falling like rain, he carried the woman and ran out quickly.

Arrogance was seriously injured.

Jealousy was palpable; the punch she received caused her to spasm slightly from the intense pain.

Once he was completely out of the range of the blood arrows, he finally let go of his arrogance as if all his strength had been drained, and collapsed to the ground.

Greed, in a frenzy, threw the last remaining incendiary grenade at Aoyagi.

In the flames of the explosion, Aoyagi, his face burned to a mere half, stared at greed, ignoring his futile efforts.

Arrogance, despite his injuries, struggled to his feet and looked to the side.

It was a white, humanoid silhouette. The scattered white light had begun to dissipate. Through countless days and nights spent together, she could feel the gentle gaze of the fallen Jealous.

She embraced Jealousy, touching him; his body was covered in warm blood. She abandoned the dagger in her right hand and arrogantly cupped his face in her hands.

The intense battle and the pain from her wounds caused her hands to tremble slightly: "Jealousy."

"Hey." Although Jealousy knew Pride couldn't see it, he still managed to force a smile despite the pain of his body being pierced.

His gums were soaked with blood; his alveoli had ruptured, and blood and froth kept gushing out. Ren Jiu kept saying, "I...must live..."

Qingliu once again flung away the entangled greed, but looked at the dying jealousy with an icy expression, showing no intention of making another move.

He scoffed, "To die for the one you love, that would be fulfilling your long-cherished wish."

"Heh." Jealousy remained noncommittal, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "Arrogance, I have something to say to you."

His voice was like a candle flickering in the wind, whispering beside arrogance.

Arrogance listened quietly and nodded.

Seeing the smug smile on Jealousy's face, Aoyuki felt a little annoyed. He gritted his teeth, and the blood arrow in his hand congealed again.

"Jealousy Bro!" Ryoma shouted nervously.

Envy heard the shouts and was still whispering to Pride. Halfway through his sentence, he suddenly pushed Pride away and used his last bit of strength to rise into the air.

He shouted, "It's moving! Let me give up my last life!"

A thousand-foot-long arrow of blood pierced through the sky—

The flesh and blood bodies that rushed forward were instantly riddled with holes like broken fallen leaves in the blood curtain, and crashed back to the ground, raising layers of dust.

Arrogance and astonishment.

A greedy roar.

There is a lack of movement and sluggishness.

Aoyagi remained expressionless.

In the shattered stone pit, the hem of the blood-red haori robe fluttered gently.

The words of envy and jealousy for talent slowly dissipated as the smoke and dust cleared.

"No—" Ryoma felt an uncontrollable pain in his heart.

“Why bother?” Qingliu sighed. “It doesn’t give me the sense of accomplishment I imagined at all.”

Having said that, the greedy and muscular body that rushed forward was completely trampled under his feet, the tip of his shoe poking into the back of the greedy man, making the stone pit beneath him even deeper.

Greed filled his eyes with rage, and his bulging veins offered no resistance under the immense pressure.

Ryoma's face was blank, jealous that even on his deathbed he was thinking about helping him get through the curse, but his important friend was right in front of him, and he had no way to protect him.

"Green Willow!" In Longma's heart, it was as if a fire was burning fiercely.

Aoyagi glanced at her: "Ah, I think I heard ants calling to me."

You Donglongma felt that if he didn't even have the courage to fight to the death, then there was no point in living.

"I'll fight you!"

"Hey, wait!" Fujiwara Chizuru tried to stop him, but her injuries prevented her from doing so.

"Oh?" Qingliu stared at him, a hint of ambiguity flashing in her eyes. He released his greed and slowly walked towards Youdong.

You Donglongma clenched his fist, stretched out his hand, grabbed his right wrist with his left hand, and opened his right palm.

"What are you doing?" Aoyagi looked at him with amusement, like a clown.

"You don't think you can kill me, do you?" He tilted his head and slowly approached, leaning on his cane.

Arrogantly lunging forward, he was swept away by a staff and fell back into the gravel.

"Do you really believe that you have some kind of curse that can kill me?" Qingliu raised an eyebrow.

You Dong was somewhat stunned: "What do you mean?"

Aoyagi smiled, but the light in his eyes slowly turned cold. He said, "Koji said that you are cursed and will kill nine or more people around you, no more and no less?"

His eyes held a playful look.

You almost forgot, Master Ranshan is a spy, and most of the intelligence has already been obtained by Qingliu.

"Jealousy is the ninth person? No wonder they're rushing to their deaths, afraid they won't be able to fill the gaps in these lives?"

Aoyagi's mockery made Ryoma's face even more gloomy.

"Even if you run out of curses, and even if no one else dies because of you, they are doomed tonight."

He glanced slyly behind him, and greedily approached while they were talking, holding his breath.

Just as he greedily made his move, a flash of blood appeared and pierced his chest.

The man in his early thirties groaned and slowly knelt down.

"Greedy Brother!" someone cried out in a panic.

"Look, more people have died, haven't they? It's completely useless." Qingliu coaxed, then suddenly seemed to have thought of something and hinted, "Or is it that among these nine people, one of them didn't die?"

His eyes narrowed to slits as he looked at Ryoma with a puzzled expression.

After a long while, Aoyagi stopped smiling, glared at him, and said, "It seems you really have forgotten."

Suddenly, Ryoma felt as if he had grasped something, but it was stuck in his throat and he couldn't say anything.

Aoyagi tossed aside his long, flowing hair, his expression arrogant:
"Take a good look at who I am."

Hmm, I had prepared some drafts for the May Day holiday, but then came some bad news about my graduation project. My professor said my research direction was wrong, and now I don't even have any data! I'm so worried! I guess I'll have to postpone repaying everyone's debts. The drafts I prepared can only be used to tide me over this crisis. Please forgive me.

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