Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 391.083. The Frenzied Attack (Part Two)

Xiao stared at the eight men, waiting unhurriedly for his cigar to burn out.

He didn't seek to kill the enemy, but with his abilities, these eight scoundrels wouldn't be able to do anything to him if they were only at this level.

Akira Akahoshi should know that his son is dead. He should be furious right now and leading a large force to avenge his good-for-nothing son.

Xiao glanced around, and the swords in the hands of Kamikawa Yuichi and the others clattered as they aimed at him. The order of their sword strikes was staggered, as if something was controlling their unified action.

"Only small fry would use such petty tricks."

He exhaled his cigar, and instead of retreating, he advanced, grabbing the vicious soldier with both hands and leaping up.

As he swung the blood-stained military knife at high speed, its sides revealed a captivating red glow.

The blade hasn't been drawn yet, but the killing intent has already set in!
Kagawa Yuichi met his attack head-on without dodging or evading, adopting a defensive stance with his sword held horizontally, seemingly determined to take the blow head-on.

This action instantly allowed Owl to recognize the abilities of this Kamikawa Yuichi.

It was that damned defensive guy. His swordsmanship was mediocre, but his parrying and defensive skills were about as good as a tortoise shell.

At this moment, the tyrannical force had arrived, and with no way to change the force, the two military swords, like raging dragons, slashed repeatedly at the blades of Kamikawa Yuichi, creating a thunderous sound, like waves crashing against the shore.

The opponent let out a muffled groan, his blade snapped, and he was sent flying with a deafening explosion.

Meanwhile, the other Yuichi Kamikawas, like a swarm of locusts, had already launched a massive attack.

The sword techniques were a mix of sharp and subtle, a variety of styles, all coming at once.

Xiao had anticipated this situation, gathered his energy in his dantian, and roared angrily.

"Roar--"

Countless skeletal souls burst forth from the purplish-black soul flames, shooting out like bullets, each meeting the chaotic blades and being neutralized one by one, melting away like rain and snow.

The owl's roar lasted for a full half minute, causing the entire floor to tremble and vibrate. The mournful wails of the vengeful spirits assaulted the soul, as if a vengeful ghost were shrieking right next to one's ear. The sonic waves were enough to make everyone dizzy and have ringing ears.

It was this move that made Xiao realize that these things were all show and no substance, and that their souls seemed extremely fragile.

"Hmph, all show and no substance, you piece of trash." Xiao sneered, using the time provided by the dying vengeful spirits on his body to quickly create distance.

Looking back, sure enough, the turtle-shell creature had slowly risen, and the broken blade reformed like liquid.

"It's just a quack remedy."

He became even more determined. Since the soul level was weak, he would let him taste the feeling of being haunted by vengeful spirits.

Xiao's face hardened, his hand gripping the empty object tightly, as if he were pulling something off his body.

He then threw the blank object in his hand like a grenade.

As the unseen object fell, a thunderclap from the ground pierced through the meninges from the level of the soul.

"squeak--"

The shriek was so sharp that it caused severe tinnitus. The excessive decibels were unbearable even for the White Walkers' eardrums. The eight Kamikawa Yuichis were unable to dodge in time, and even the inanimate objects experienced a brief lag.

Nirvana Bullet —

The high-density soul impact created by the roar of ten thousand ghosts, indiscriminately bombarding everyone's soul, will cause varying degrees of damage, and in severe cases, even death and annihilation of the soul. Because the shrill roar will be followed by persistent tinnitus, temporary hearing loss will occur, and the surrounding environment will become completely silent.

These are the hordes of evil spirits raised by the owl, used as one of its means of survival.

Having been constantly corrupted by vengeful spirits, his resistance to this indiscriminate soul attack is far greater than that of ordinary Others. When this high-density horde of vengeful spirits is released, he will also be attacked and bitten by them, but this only causes him to lose consciousness for a moment.

Having already made ample mental preparations and taken the initiative, the one-eyed man quickly regained his clarity.

The owl roared to the sky, its muscles tensing, unleashing the vengeful spirits that were gnawing at it without reservation.

"what--!!!"

Whether they were newly deceased souls or long-dead spirits, they all began to stir, and white, purple, and blood-red floating objects in the air began to drift erratically and at an accelerated pace.

From Yuichi Kamikawa's perspective, the owl's body was engulfed in purplish-brown flames, and the clusters of stubble were the unwilling heads that spewed out like purple mud bombs.

When the indiscriminate AOE of vengeful spirits hit Kamikawa Yuichi, he could even feel the stickiness and chill on the surface of his skin.

These vengeful spirits were so real that they corroded Yuichi Kamikawa's arm at a speed visible to the naked eye. After the initial coolness, the delayed neurotransmitters sent a hot signal, and the flesh began to hiss and smoke as it corroded!
Xiao's gaze was icy as he watched the actions of the eight martial artists.

To those who cannot see their souls, they appear as if they are being stung by an invisible swarm of bees, constantly fiddling with and slashing at something, occasionally retreating and rolling backward, looking utterly wretched.

In the room, besides them, only the motionless owl remained.

Attacks at the soul level are unobservable to those outside the target, but once the soul is injured by such a spiritual attack, the physical body will quickly wither or even die.

The horrific scene was no different from an attack on the soul level.

Xiao's eyes narrowed as he stared at the eight swordsmen who were powerless to fight back, and he sneered.

Immortality? What use is this body if the soul is annihilated?

Clearly, he had found the monsters' weakness.

Yuichi Kamikawa and his men remained silent, like machines, their gazes cold and stern as they meticulously carried out their counterattack, seemingly oblivious to the pain of their souls being devoured.

Xiao gradually realized that these guys were probably just one of the three souls and seven spirits of Kamikawa Yuichi.

The idea of ​​splitting the soul apart—I wonder which genius bastard came up with it, it's caused him a lot of trouble.

Xiao's smile gradually turned cold.

It's just a hassle.

He took a deep breath. He had used up most of the vengeful spirits in his body. So many people had died this time. As long as he was alive, there would be plenty of opportunities to replenish his strength. Right now, the most important thing was to send off his beloved disciple.

Thinking of this, Xiao's eyes grew even more fanatical. To personally destroy one's own creation was, in itself, a wonderful thing.

"Die!" The purple flames on his body were so thick they looked like mud, and he was surrounded by purplish-red lava, making him look like a demon god.

With two roaring demon heads wrapped around his fists, he arrived in front of Kamikawa Yu's group in the blink of an eye.

A powerful punch landed!

At that moment, precisely because he was very close to the eight Kamikawa Yuichis, just as the force of his punch was about to strike one of them on the cheekbone, he heard the eight of them muttering to themselves:
"Discover the world's anchor."

Ok?
Xiao was astonished. They were about to die, and these bastards were still talking.
He didn't have time to wonder, because his fist had already hit Yuichi Kamikawa in the face.

The guy's face was deformed by the force, and his whole body tilted his head, twisted his neck, and trembled in slow motion, until his eyes rolled back. Finally, time suddenly sped up, and he was already flying out and crashed into the wall.

As the owl exhausted its strength, it crouched down and landed, its body radiating a purplish-brown aura of resentment.

"Hmph." He rubbed the tip of his nose, a smirk playing on his lips. "A small fry will always be a small fry."

Without even looking, it was clear that the soul had completely dissipated.

"Even if your soul is reassembled in the future, you'll still be a broken piece of trash," Xiao said arrogantly.

Ok?
Suddenly, Xiao seemed to realize something, and his pupils contracted sharply.

Soul integration?

When he realized a certain thorny problem, as if by unspoken agreement, all seven of Kamikawa Yuichi's bodies collapsed at the same time.

The smile that had just appeared on Xiao's face slowly faded away.

The smoke and dust cleared.

Yuichi Kamikawa, inside the hole in the wall, flicked his exposed fingers.

(End of this chapter)