Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 118, Section 055: Piercing
At this moment, You Dong turned around, his white eyes staring at them with a blank expression, and said indifferently, "You made him unhappy."

The words had barely left his mouth when countless enormous, invisible hands burst forth from behind him, their impact on the ground creating a deafening roar.

Jin Ziyue intensified the maintenance of the protective shield. He could only see these hands of fate by relying on [Shunli Chengyin], while the arrogant one was completely unaware. Unbeknownst to him, countless lives had been drawn away from the energy of the Destiny Words. As more and more lives were added, the opponent's devouring ability became stronger and stronger.

Jin Ziyue could see that the other party's countless giant hands were roughly pulling at his "threads".

Deadline.

If it weren't for the protective shield that kept all the lines firmly in place, those unexpected accidents would probably have happened one after another.

Without hesitation, in the blink of an eye, Jin Ziyue bypassed the arrogance and went straight for the head of the man.

Arrogance, hampered by his vision, reacted a beat slower, but still managed to catch up with the White Walker's agility, blocking Jin Ziyue's path with his dagger.

Jin Ziyue was carrying a retractable long knife, somewhat like a fencing weapon, designed for easy extension and retraction and convenient carrying.

The arrogant dagger pressed against the sword, barely managing to force Jin Ziyue back.

"This is the last time, get out of the way," Jin Ziyue said coldly.

No sooner had he finished speaking than a giant hand struck down, forcing him to distract himself from this instant-death curse.

Arrogance did not respond. She held the dagger in her teeth, gathered her hair into a bunch with both hands, and then drew the dagger and slashed it.

Her waist-length hair transformed into flowing black strands, cascading down to the ground.

The woman's short hair flew wildly, her eyes were bloodshot, and she was frighteningly calm. A glint of light flashed as she aimed her dagger at Jin Ziyue.

“I have already lost too much, and I cannot bear to watch my cherished possessions be taken away from me.”

Jin Ziyue knew that further words were pointless, so he stamped his foot and leaped up, saying, "Then let's die together."

The woman was not to be outdone, fiercely pressing forward. Her blade darted like a shallow shark, her arms swung back and forth as if lurking underwater, her graceful movements concealing deadly intent.

Jin Ziyue closed in, his long knife aimed straight for her throat; the woman countered with her own knife. (In District 16, swords and knives are indistinguishable)
The masked woman dodged the dagger to the side, flicked her wrist, and changed the angle of the long sword, making a sharp turn to slash at her eyes. She arrogantly leaned back to avoid it, then stepped back to stop her retreat, for she had nowhere left to go.

In the blink of an eye, swords and blades flew everywhere.

The man stabbed, slashed, provoked, and hacked, closing in step by step.

The woman blocked, stopped, pressed, and swept across, refusing to give an inch.

The two sides' exchanges had almost no repeated actions in each frame, yet they were seamlessly connected, like a fast-paced video clip changing rapidly.

Dangdangdang——

The sudden drumbeats were like the rhythm of a heartbeat. In the intense, extreme offense and defense, neither side held back. Ruthless and sharp offensive angles and death-defying defensive trajectories flew and swirled between the two blades.

In this kind of sword fight, high bursts of energy are extremely taxing. Moreover, Jin Ziyue is closing in step by step, and the advantage of the long sword is becoming more and more obvious. The longer it is, the stronger it is. Although the space for maneuvering is reduced, the monotonous moves are becoming more and more ferocious.

Arrogance had already been through many battles and was severely exhausted. In addition, he was seriously injured. Every time he contracted his muscles, his wounds and broken bones were frantically tearing at his own flesh.

Behind the arrogance, the "Dragon Horse" stood still as if asleep, its mouth seemingly muttering in its sleep, frantically absorbing the life-giving energy surging in from all directions.

He didn't care who won or lost. The two sides were fighting, as if fate had tied a rope between them, like chess pieces on a board, and he, as the mastermind, only needed to decide their life or death.

Yuan's eyes were filled with whites, his gaze blank as he stared at the two fighting, his eyes following the movement of the red lines on both sides.

Suddenly, he saw that the red thread on the woman's body was like a forked sapling, branching out into countless twigs, and the sapling was also rapidly growing thicker, so that it could be touched at will.

Every path leads to death.

A smile spread across his face as he reached out to grab it.

Arrogance, having exhausted herself over time, was struggling to keep up with Jin Ziyue's movements. Finally, during a sweeping attack, her hand went limp and she could no longer grip the dagger properly. The longsword deflected the dagger away.

Having lost her weapon, she looked up and felt a chill; it was the blade coming straight at her.

Even so, arrogance still stands.

The blade that was expected to finish her off did not arrive; instead, it carried a breeze that caressed Arrogant's ear.

Arrogance tilted his head, letting one side of his short hair fall down.

She didn't understand why Jin Ziyue's shot went astray.

Jin Ziyue didn't deflect the attack; instead, he used the protective shield wrapped around his longsword and used the longsword to sever the outstretched giant hand.

Yuan felt a sharp pain and pulled his hand back.

His expression turned somewhat cold. He had thought that Jin Ziyue only knew how to defend, but he hadn't expected that he could also use the shield to sharpen his blade.

Arrogance was no longer an option; the burst of energy from the short-term anaerobic exercise had pushed her to her physical limits, leaving her breathless.

Jin Ziyue ignored her and instead turned his blade to stab at the heart of the dragon horse.

"Go!" Arrogance gritted her teeth and held her breath, rushing forward, her hands gripping the blade tightly. As she twisted her fingers to stop the longsword's advance, the blade slid from the sword to the hilt, leaving a gash between her fingers. The pain of the blade piercing her flesh felt like fire and salt, stimulating her nerves.

Yuan tilted his head, staring at the arrogant words of fate written on the candle in the wind.

It doesn't know what fear is.

Hot blood trickled down from the arrogant rift, gathering into drops along the blade.

“You’re going to die,” Yuan said to Arrogance.

Arrogance and noncommittal.

probably.

But she still held Jin Ziyue's knife tightly, not letting it slip out even a fraction.

She slowly opened her eyes, her tired eyes devoid of any light, with dried bloodstains hanging from the corners of her eyes.

Jin Ziyue didn't give her a chance; since he had already grasped it, he would cut it off.

Pressing the extension button on the hilt, the blade, which was gripped tightly, snapped back towards the hilt. The sharp blade scraped against her arrogant hands once more, the tip of the blade violently rubbing against her finger bones, and the blood was already visible mixed with the grim color of bone.

The woman remained completely silent.

Having retracted her sword, she had nothing to hold onto, and lost her balance as she broke free.

opportunity.

Jin Ziyue stepped aside and thrust his sword toward the heart of the dragon-horse that was about to move.

dead!
Suddenly, arrogance followed him like a shadow.

Almost simultaneously with losing his balance, the severed foot forcefully reversed direction, ignoring the pain of the fracture, and lunged towards the moving object first.

puff.

The sword penetrates the flesh.

Jin Ziyue's longsword instantly unleashed its fangs, piercing through the arrogant man's back and then penetrating You Dong.

Arrogance, overwhelmed by excruciating pain, couldn't help but vomit blood.

She was too weak to stand, but the long sword kept her from collapsing.

Yuan didn't feel anything; it was its first time experiencing pain, and it touched its wound.

The large number of life-giving words it devoured helped it recover quickly; soon, granulation tissue grew, and the entire section of the knife that had penetrated the flesh was bound together by the regenerated muscle tissue.

Arrogance was on its last legs; her face was so close to You Dong's that she could almost feel his breath.

She struggled to raise her hand, trying to touch the moving face.

(End of this chapter)