Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 196, Section 027: Showing Off One's Edge
Jin Ziyue suppressed the metallic taste in his throat and climbed to the top of the steel beam.

The endless battles in the cage took their toll, and with his limited stamina, he had to take down a White Walker with almost every move.

The opposing leader appeared in the distance, standing on the second-floor viewing platform.

He was a muscular man with metal prosthetics, half of his shoulder was made of iron, and his right wrist was a thick mechanical arm that clamped and released like a wrench.

Behind him, a group of men wielding swords were staring at him with hostile eyes.

And at the very back, silently following behind, Qing Yise, whose eyes were unfocused and who seemed to have no independent consciousness.

Currently, there are piles of wild animal carcasses on the ground.

Those strong White Walkers with the ability to "fly across the river and rage like tigers" have had their central nervous systems severed, except for those sent to the main gate to meet the enemy. As for the swift White Walkers that can scale walls and roofs, there are very few left. Compared to the previous overwhelming swarms of locusts, only one in ten survived.

The remaining ones are mostly White Walkers with the [Sharp Edge] attribute. This attribute is not only used to trigger unexpected killing effects, but also to enhance the White Walkers' performance on the spot. With the amplification of the attribute, they are likely to perform beyond their usual level.

Jin Ziyue's dagger was now completely unusable, dulled from countless clashes. He had also hidden away the VX neurotoxin, as it was inconvenient to carry, leaving him with very few usable items.

This feeling reminded him of the days when he was all alone, fighting in underground boxing matches to make ends meet.

Humans and ghosts are irrelevant; the victor is king.

After one relentless battle after another, the sweat on his forehead had mingled with the blood.

The man stood trembling on the ring, waiting for his fierce competitors.

During the intense exertion, the feeling of chest tightness, nausea, and vomiting tells him that his body is already operating beyond its capacity.

With a shout from the newcomer, all the swordsmen and monsters raised their heads and swiftly kicked off the roof beams.

Jin Ziyue recalled the scene of lying on the sofa with his eyes closed after each boxing match, the cool handkerchief gently touching his wounds, and the cold look in the eyes of the handkerchief's owner. The girl, with a hint of resentment, coldly pressed him:

How much did you win today?

Whenever he thinks about it, Jin Ziyue can't help but smile.

"Not many, just the first prize."

Three long swords whistled through the air, but Jin Ziyue, standing on the steel beam, seemed not to hear them.

The pistol in his hand snapped shut, and the laser sword pointed out sharply. The red laser sword flashed and slashed like a blood-red crescent moon.

The three bodies were divided into six pieces, three of which were thrown upwards and three fell downwards. Blood rained down from the gaps onto the men's bodies, slowly seeping in along the folds of their clothes.

"What is this!" Ben Shan exclaimed in astonishment. In almost an instant, a red light flashed, and the three swordsmen were decapitated.

"This kid dares to hold back?"

A red glint flashed in Jin Ziyue's eyes, and with renewed strength, he wielded the light blade like a swimming dragon.

The splashed red light condensed and did not dissipate, like a red rose rendered in a simple line drawing, with each stroke depicting the separation of corpses.

At the very center was a black trench coat stained with blood, like a polluted flower core, blooming at top speed amidst the flashing blades.

"No, this is a desperate act." Although Ben Shan was taken aback, he quickly recovered and the shock in his eyes slowly cooled. He was also a former outlaw, and the more ferocious the opponent was, the more it meant that the opponent was already at the end of their rope.

"Want to trade a few? Come on, trade as many as you can, but leave your lives behind!" he roared, waving his hand at the men behind him and shouting, "Attack!"

Without a word, his men scaled the railing and leaped down from the second-floor viewing platform, their weapons clanging loudly.

When they arrived, Jin Ziyue was like a bloodthirsty tiger, having already killed nearly ten people with the [Sharp Edge Revealed] skill with a single strike.

They too exuded a sharp edge, but these were elite warriors with rich combat experience; almost the instant they raised their hands, one could feel their chilling killing intent.

Each of them could project their sword energy outwards, their swords flashing with a cold light, their three-foot-long blades densely packed and interwoven, like a woven net of swords.

Jin Ziyue gripped the light blade tightly, his body following the blade's trajectory. With each swing, he moved in perfect unison, the blade slashing as the man turned, the man leading the blade's movement. After an upward arc, he swiftly twisted his wrist, turning the blade's momentum not diminishing but increasing, forming an "&" shape.

He deflected the opponent's blade and then went straight for the center.

Blood spurted out.

One of the swordsmen froze for half a second before silently collapsing to the ground.

Seeing their companion die, the others were filled with grief and their eyes turned red as they became even more ferocious.

Jin Ziyue held back the pent-up anger in his chest, not daring to let it out easily, because he knew that if his breathing became disordered during the outburst, he would lose his momentum.

The path to a breakthrough aims to seize the moment and forge ahead relentlessly.

Just as he was about to swing his sword again, suddenly, a sharp aura emanated from one of the long swords.

Jin Ziyue's pupils contracted involuntarily, and a sudden feeling of palpitation shot up his spine.

This is--

The swordsman in front of me was unremarkable in appearance and his swordsmanship was unremarkable, but there was something strange about him that made me realize that I was on the verge of life and death.

A strange energy suddenly drew him in; based on his understanding of destiny, it was a powerful force capable of reversing the law of cause and effect.

[His brilliance is fully revealed!]
A 0.1% chance of instant kill!

Jin Ziyue instantly understood the other party's assassination method.

A group of a hundred people, each constantly swinging their swords, will eventually trigger an instant kill effect. Once triggered, even the five-hundred-year-old "Stop the War" technique must abide by the "instant kill" rule.

No matter how powerful you are, you cannot kill everyone in an instant. Giving your opponent a chance to strike will lead to your defeat in the midst of a fierce battle!
The renowned general, Xiao Chenggui, died at the hands of an unknown nobody.

He immediately raised his light blade to parry, but the moment the light blade made contact with the opponent's metal blade, the light blade was cut in half, while the opponent's blade fell head-on towards Jin Ziyue without any hindrance!
A finishing blow; a successful strike is guaranteed to kill!

"That flash of a blade!"

Ben Shan's face lit up with joy. He naturally knew that the reason his personal guards were not equipped with firearms was to adapt to the new weapon type of the "Sharp Edge Revealed" decree, and they had to be able to release their blade energy and have experience in killing.

When one's spirit and energy are at their peak, it's easier to trigger the finishing blow effect. The reason for accumulating quantity is to take advantage of the base number and increase this slim probability.

A brilliant idea, low cost, yet a very high winning rate!
That kid's done for!

A smile played on his lips as he watched his opponent raise a light blade to block. The next second, the light blade shattered like paper, and the slash was incredibly fluid, without any pause. The blade swept from top to bottom across the masked man's body, and a crescent-shaped arc of light splashed across the entire arena!
That was the exposed, slightly inch-long sword aura.

My writing performance has been quite low lately, but thankfully it's improved. I've realized that what I enjoy most is the moment when my emotions are stirred, and I think I understand why some parts felt bland. I apologize for the long delay.

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