Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 392. The Frenzied Attack (Part 084)

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The person inside the hole in the wall moved their arms, causing the mud and sand inside the wall to flow down.

Xiao's face was grim, and he didn't say anything more.

Because he realized that Yuichi Kamikawa's three souls and seven spirits seemed to have returned as well.

Now only this guy is the original body.

Something unusual is bound to happen. The fact that the beings whose souls were previously scattered and restraining each other has regrouped indicates that the situation inside this building has changed.

He's getting serious.

Xiao found it somewhat amusing that he realized this.

"I forgot to mention, now that you know my destiny and can see ghosts, right... would you like to meet your precious master?"

Xiao revealed a sinister smile.

Yuichi Kamikawa's movements paused almost imperceptibly, but Owl still caught it.

There is a play.

Xiao glanced at a corner before continuing, "He's only been dead a short while, and he's staring right at you."

"What a tragedy! To be killed by the one you trusted most—I would die with my eyes wide open in disbelief."

"I'm joking," Xiao said.

Yuichi Kamikawa's eyes were cloudy and lifeless.

The owl was met with another slash from Kamikawa Yuichi's blade.

Xiao didn't rush to take the hit head-on. This guy's eight clones had very strange abilities. After they merged into one, Xiao wasn't naive enough to expect those eight abilities to disappear.

However, even in the brief exchange of blows, an unprecedented sense of unease surged through Xiao's heart like an electric current.

This is--?!

Xiao stared in disbelief as the knife, which should have been dodged, was now firmly embedded in his chest.

why?
He clearly saw a slash that reversed the robe, but the actual effect was—

Similar to a sword slashing down from mid-air!

The trajectory of the knife and the actual swing path are completely different.

Visually, it appeared to be a downward slash, but the wound stretched from the left shoulder to the ribs, bursting open and bleeding profusely.

The owl collapsed backwards in shock.

Phantom Blade Technique.

He remembered that Yuichi Kamikawa did indeed have a clone who was skilled in using a kind of illusory sword technique. By utilizing the effects of light and shadow, he could slightly create the effect of a forked trajectory and sword shadow, but it was not as dangerous as this outburst.

It's likely that after the several figures merged, this guy's various abilities were significantly enhanced.

What a monster.

A vast swath of purple vengeful spirits served as energy, providing Owl with formidable physical regeneration. Before he could even stand up, his pupils, gazing up at the ceiling, suddenly widened as Yuichi Kamikawa, wielding his sword, reappeared in his sight.

The silver thread broke.

The owl's skull was also separated from it.

He was somewhat incredulous, but then finally revealed a look of fury.

Dense, purple flames erupted from his wounds, as if his body could no longer suppress the endless stream of wronged souls.

The overwhelming purple demons completely enveloped Yuichi Kamikawa, forcing him to abandon his offensive and retreat quickly.

Purple smoke slowly dissipated as Kamikawa Yuichi's figure appeared, adding considerable negative effects of corrosion and weakness to the simple encounter.

The owl in front of me has completely abandoned its human form.

The dense purple vengeful spirits gripped his neck and gnawed at his body, yet they became part of his form, forcibly piling him into a lava-like purple giant.

It's as if with a wave of the arm, the vengeful spirits biting at the hand would also be driven along with it.

The owl's eyes were bloodshot, and his roar drowned out the howls of the ghosts. How long had it been since anyone forced him to use this form?

"The Demon God Descends!"
The owl's eyes turned completely crimson as he, with his powerful body reaching the ceiling, faced off against the ancient warrior in thin clothing.

Countless souls clung to his body, these wronged spirits gnawing at him like maggots, yet also becoming his scapegoats or nourishment.

In his demon god form, he resembled a true immortal demon from mythology, with turbid purple vengeful spirits burning fiercely, completely igniting his body, like a skeleton that had come treading on hellfire, his eye sockets radiating a terrifying red light.

Physical attacks are almost ineffective; the terrifying bone strength is comparable to high-density alloy, and it is accompanied by endless curses, which are beyond the scope of human comprehension.

He extended both palms, bringing them together, and his giant hands slammed towards Kamikawa Yuichi in the middle like two doors.

At this moment, facing the overwhelming killing intent, the samurai sheathed his sword. From the moment the tip of the sword was aimed at the scabbard opening to the moment the blade slid in, his thin clothes faced the terrifying monster as if the fierce purple hurricane in front of him was nothing, and his movements were slow.

Only his eyes remained devoid of any sparkle.

"Keng."

The sound of it returning to its sheath was exceptionally crisp at this moment.

The turbulence on the samurai's robes subsided at that moment.

The owl froze, its skull-like eyes filled with disbelief.

He could feel the vengeful spirits on his body... dissipating.

In an instant, countless vengeful spirits, like snowflakes, were split in two and scattered into countless purple starlight.

This, this is—

Xiao understood; the opponent's return to the sheath was the true way to draw his sword.

Yuichi Kamikawa's ferocious swordsmanship has finally begun to shine!
This is iaido—

No, reverse Iai!
The moment the sword is sheathed and closed, all things crumble.

Like a terrifying law of cause and effect, when the sword is sheathed, it is destined that the blade has already struck its target and achieved its purpose.

Xiao couldn't even comprehend how such terrifying and chilling swordsmanship was achieved.

Moreover, this strike can actually sever the soul!

What kind of swordsmanship is this, that it can even sever a soul?

Xiao looked at his severed hands, and the countless vengeful spirits on his body were also annihilated.

Even the most abundant reserves of vengeful spirits cannot withstand such depletion!
Xiao's eyes flickered slightly; this time, he had truly stumbled.

Without a word, enduring the pain of rebuilding his severed arm, he detonated countless vengeful spirits. The dense purplish-red resentment instantly transformed into a high-density soul impact, like a shrill explosion in the brain.

Xiao knew full well the power of the vengeful spirits he had consumed; those with fragile souls could easily have their three souls and seven spirits damaged, turning them into idiots. Even those with strong souls would be disoriented for a long time under such close-range impact.

Taking advantage of this moment, he condensed his entire body into a ball of purple ghost fire and rushed out of the room and flew towards the corridor in the blink of an eye.

In his ghostly form, he is immune to all physical attacks. Even souls dare not easily confront him, as this ghostly fire can ignite their souls. Daring to approach him would only provide nourishment.

The owl moved swiftly, shooting left and right like an arc of lightning, disappearing at the end of the corridor in the blink of an eye.

He dared not be careless. The current Kamikawa Yuichi was too strange. Although he was arrogant, he would not joke with his life.

Just as he caught sight of the fire escape stairs leading downstairs, almost instantly, a chilling sensation surged up behind him.

impossible!

Xiao was horrified and instinctively looked back. He saw that blank face appear in the blink of an eye, with one hand grasping the ball of will-o'-the-wisp that he had transformed into. It instantly appeared on his face and actually forced him to return to human form from the form of will-o'-the-wisp!

Immediately afterwards, Yuichi Kamikawa's palm strike continued with undiminished force, slamming Xiao Meng into the ground. The entire floorboards couldn't withstand the impact, cracking into countless fragments with a hum, and deformed steel and concrete pieces crashed down through the floor.

Thus, the scene that Jin Ziyue and the others described earlier occurred.

The ceiling suddenly collapsed, and the falling cement and steel bars stirred up a cloud of dust. As the dust gradually thinned, a thin figure slowly stood on the broken building blocks.

I have some bad news: I'm out of drafts.

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(End of this chapter)