Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 156 Monsters (Part )
"Song Shi, you can feel it, right?"

Although it was their first meeting, there was no sense of strangeness in Chakolo's tone, as if the two were not fighting each other, but were just chatting with each other while strolling along the river dam.

He stared at the young man in front of him and said softly.

"——The generosity of the Tao towards 'us'."

Song Shi nodded.

In the previous life, except for the early days when he did not understand psychic power and had not yet fully revealed his talent, the Dao Path treated everyone equally. In the days that followed, [Dayuan] generously gave him top psychic skills, extra blessings and a series of other gifts.

And the same is true in this life.

Even this generosity came earlier.

Whether it is the higher-level psychic skill [Flame of Forging] given at the first ring, or the [Spark] obtained after being promoted to the second ring without occupying the original psychic skill space, it is a manifestation of this generosity.

"So, what do you think?" Chakoro spoke again.

Song Shi slowly smiled.

“——Because we have the hope to open up new boundaries for the path, allowing the path we are on to go further and reach an unprecedented limit.”

"We can create a wider 'width' for the path, expanding the techniques, abilities and fields included in the entire path. But the real, most precious and only 'height' is ultimately just that one."

The young man said something shocking in a leisurely yet matter-of-fact tone: "Three thousand years have passed since the birth of the first throne."

"It's been long enough - it's been too long." Song Shi raised his eyes, as if stating an indisputable truth: "The seventh ring above the [God's Throne] will eventually be opened up by someone."

Chakoro paused slightly, seeming a little surprised.

Then, the surprise on his face disappeared, replaced by a smile with a hint of sigh.

"You can understand this in the second ring. I am not as good as you." Cha Keluo shook his head and concluded: "Song Shi, you are very strong - just based on this point, you are better than I was back then."

Song Shi did not respond to this question.

——Because in his previous life, he truly realized this point shortly after he was promoted to the third ring.

Fortunately, neither side cares about these things.

They hadn't finished their words, but neither of them wanted to continue talking at this moment.

Red-gold flames surged out.

——Song Shi took the first step!
This opening strike completely abandoned precision and simply caused the flames to rise violently, turning into a raging tide of flames that engulfed the space within a ten-meter diameter centered on Chakoro.

The temperature of the entire hall rose in an instant, and the scorching air waves swept in all directions. If Song Shi did not control it, this "air wave" alone could seriously burn a natural person. In the real flame tide, even a cyborg with a certain protective module implanted would easily melt into molten iron and ashes.

Looking at the flames, Chakoro nodded slightly.

The next moment, the red-gold flames completely engulfed him.

However, no matter how furiously the flames roared, they could not burn the things inside - no, it could not even be called "burning".

Amidst the surging flames, a vacuum appeared with Chakolo as the center.

The flames that were powerful enough to burn steel rushed towards Chakoro, but like a magnet of the same polarity, even though they were close at hand, they could never actually touch the man's body.

No mace was swung.

Chakoro stood and slowly raised his free left hand.

He clenched his five fingers, as if issuing an order that could not be disobeyed, and the surrounding flames began to retreat!
The original "vacuum" expanded inch by inch, forcibly squeezing out the flames. As the flames were forcibly separated, a path in the fire was revealed.

Chakoro walked along the road step by step, strolling through the angry but helpless flames, and finally walked down the platform completely and stood on the ground.

At this moment, their eyes were level for the first time.

--"reject".

If one were to summarize the ability of the Rebel in one word, then the fifth ring would be "reversal", the third and fourth rings would be "negation", and the first and second rings, that initial power, would be "rejection".

He "rejected" the burning of fire.

Thus, the flames that had consumed countless lives could not even approach his body.

After summoning the flame tide, Song Shi did not attack again.

He just watched Chakoro slowly walk through the flames and down the platform.

In the previous life, when the name of "rebel" was completely at the top of the world, the opponent who had reached the peak of the fifth ring of [Balance] once told me that he had glimpsed a glimpse of the scenery of the sixth ring. It started from "rejection", after "denial" and "reversal".

——The throne named "Paradox" will be forged by Chakoro himself!

Unfortunately, in the end, before his true promotion was completed, Chakoro Vaughn was officially killed in an unprecedented joint siege by most of the corporate alliance.

Seeing this familiar power once again with his own eyes, even Song Shi couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

Then, these emotions turned into pure joy.

"very good."

Song Shi smiled and raised his sword.

Just as Chakolo did not use his long mace, Song Shi also did not hold a knife just now - that terrifying flame wave was more like the fireworks before a grand event than a starting move.

As if it could sense the state of mind of its owner, the straight knife that was infused with Song Shi's blood trembled slightly, and the winding patterns on it lit up inch by inch.

Song Shi's pupils were so bright that it was hard to tell whether they were flames or joy. At this moment, they were also incredibly bright.

"——That's great!"

While laughing loudly, Song Shi attacked with one strike!
The flames followed like a shadow, with the heavy killing as the pull, the blazing flames engulfed the blade, turning into a golden scar that cut through the atmosphere.

And this time, Chakoro finally did more than just raise his hand.

He swung the mace, moving it like a mountain, blocking the scarlet mark - and then smashing it!

The straight blade collides with the prism.

Neither of them retreated at all, but as the collision continued, the former continued to emit surging flames, like scattered fireworks.

Under the enormous pressure from "rejection", most of the forging flame that originally flowed into Chongshi for blessing was forcibly repelled by the other party.

——He made Chongshi “reject” the Forging Flame!
But at this moment, Chakoro frowned slightly.

It doesn't feel right.

——The force of “rejection” that I used was already quite strong, but in the end I was unable to completely exclude and defeat it?

If a normal second-ring middle-level Great Source had been hit by that attack just now, it would have been like iron hitting a sand castle. Not to mention defense, even his spiritual energy would have been easily crushed under that attack.

Looking at the flame that he had just repelled, which came back in an instant, and feeling the subtle touch, Chakoro's brows relaxed again.

He nodded: "I see, it is inherently very stable. Is it because of the burning blood?"

In the gaps between words, the heavy sword and the long mace collided at an almost violent frequency and high speed.

--boom!

Around Chakoro, flames engulfed him and then suddenly went out, turning into broken wisps of flames.

The pressure called "rejection" used the long mace as a medium to try to crush Song Shi along the heavy murderer, but each time it could only make the flames that engulfed the latter shake, and could not affect the real body.

After another collision, the two stood up again and looked at each other.

“No need to do this kind of stuff anymore.”

Red balls of light emerged one after another from the young man's body. After leaving the dormant volcano, he had increased the limit by one more through his practice in the past few days, and a total of eleven "fire seeds" were revealed.

"With this level of power, it doesn't matter how much we want."

"Don't tell me—"

The black hair began to gradually turn into red gold, like cracks on shattered porcelain, bursting out from Song Shi's body inch by inch. He began to "self-immolate" with boiling blood, and there was an indescribable pain rising, but the young man showed a laugh from the bottom of his heart.

"This battle, between you and me—you don't want to know the true outcome!"

Chakoro stared at the posture of the person in front of him.

He closed his eyes and opened them again.

Only this time, the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.

他 说:

"--Come."

(End of this chapter)