Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 522 "Victory" (4K)

The remaining nineteen fire seeds were extinguished at the same time, and the majestic flames of disaster surrounded the psychic like a planetary belt.

The "quantity" of spiritual energy can never represent its true killing power.

The raindrops sliding through the bamboo joints and the roaring waves of the river, admittedly, have very different destructive powers, but in the final analysis, neither of them can break metal. When the "quantity" reaches a certain limit, its "quality" tends to a marginal attenuation line.

This is also the reason why Song Shi never tries to blast twenty-eight fire seeds in one breath.

I have done an assessment. If it is used for a single attack and only for increasing the pure killing power, each additional fire can increase it. With my current strength, the critical point of this increase is 10 fires. Above this, the additional fire will only increase the range of destruction, and the killing power will be negligible.

But this can't defeat the opponent.

So, go all out and exceed the critical point.

It was like an endless flame of disaster rising up. It was a vast spiritual energy that surprised Isidore. Under the constant blessing of [Heavenly Sun], they had now reached an unprecedentedly strong state. In the usual context, a person with "determined will" would have his mind burned through by a trace of it, and his consciousness would collapse into ashes.

Even Song Shi himself is not immune to this.

It can be considered a two-way journey.

In the moment before he actually reached the "top of the mountain", Song Shi only maintained a small, central point of his true self, allowing the violent and rampant murderous intent to fill his mind. He released the blockade on Huo Yan and actively pushed it to climb to the extreme.

The vast spiritual energy transformed from the nineteen fire seeds rushed into the "sun" dragged out by Chongshi.

The killing power was more terrifying than ever before. As Song Shi exhausted all his means, his conception became a real entity. Even though Chong Shi was trembling with sorrow and the rolling flames of disaster made Song Shi seem to be burned and melted, even this killing power that he had exhausted could only last for a short moment.

But killing someone only takes a brief moment.

The ultimate peak, the ultimate killing power.

Time became quiet, the never-ending river slowed down silently, and then froze into an invisible layer of ice.

All that was left between heaven and earth was a pitch-black sun filled with violence and destructive power.

If Song Shi had paid a little more attention during this gap, he would have noticed Isidore's face.

The corners of her mouth lifted unconsciously, and the woman's eyes revealed undisguised admiration, and her approval was radiant with substance. Her pupils reflected the dark sun that was getting closer and closer, but what really appeared in her eyes was the young man's appearance on the verge of being torn apart.

Then Isidore moved.

Like a skillful dance, the halberd first turned between the five fingers, then grabbed it and chopped it from below towards the setting sun that was falling from the sky. Six, seven, or ten? Multiple psychic skills worked together to produce a frightening light.

If the sun evolved by Song Shi was a mighty and desperate gamble, then Isidore's move inherited her previous style. From the deepest part of the external brilliant light, it was pure and straight power.

Because it is pure, it is indestructible; because it is straight, it is unstoppable.

The heavy assassination and the halberd collided, and even the latter could not bear the extreme killing power. It trembled continuously, as if it wanted to stay away from the battlefield. The dark sun sank little by little, and the glaring halberd was pressed down inch by inch, almost touching the tip of the woman's nose.

Isidore loosened his grip on the halberd.

it's time.

Even though Song Shi was concentrating, he couldn't see what happened at that moment. He only saw what happened in the next moment.

The five fingers of that well-proportioned and powerful hand were clenched tightly.

This long-accumulated move was performed in the most leisurely manner.

So, heavy murder.
It shattered.

Amidst the slowly flying fragments, a leisurely punch hit the sun straight away, causing the latter to let out a deadly whine. At the same time, the skin on Isidore's five fingers and arms melted away silently. The killing power never ceased, and it was deeply imprinted into the bone marrow, and even rushed into his limbs and bones, destroying his entire body.

But the punch did not waver at all, and the remaining fist shape was still straight.

It shattered the heavy murder and pierced through the sun. From then on, there was no obstruction and it accurately pierced Song Shi's heart.

it's time.

Isidore raised his eyes suddenly, but before that, Song Shi's figure blurred for a moment.

No, it's not blurry, it's overly powerful psychic energy, like a huge gravitational source pulling at the stars, which causes a distortion of perception.

Those wailing evil flames that were blasted into pieces all solidified and collapsed towards Isidore, who was almost sticking to them.

It was stronger than the blow from the combined attack of 19 fire seeds, but also shorter in duration. Under the unimaginable pressure of the blow, it transformed once again, surpassing the ultimate and peak spiritual energy, and condensed into a thin line of fire.

Gone in a flash.

In less than a thousandth of a second, the fire mark disappeared.

Isidore looked at the place where the fire had faded, and after a long while, her eyes moved to the floor. The spotless ground reflected the woman's face and the silver-gray hair that was missing by her right ear.

After a long while, the woman chuckled.

"Hmph, you learn pretty fast."

No reply.

Song Shi lowered his head, his expression could not be seen clearly, and his breathing was so weak that one could not hear it even if it was put close to his ear.

Isidore took back his bloody right hand, and Song Shi fell to the ground with a plop, and the red-gold slurry boiled and burned tirelessly.

She didn't take it seriously. She first restored her hand to its original state, slapped away the evil flame that had devoured most of her body, then half-knelt down and snapped her fingers at the young man.

Song Shi opened his eyes.

I saw a cold woman.

He subconsciously vomited blood, but he didn't expect that after vomiting twice, he didn't cough up much.

"A little repair," said Isidore.

The brief sense of clarity brought by awakening disappeared, and the deep pain surged back.

Song Shi tried to sit up, and then found that lying down was more comfortable. He subconsciously looked down, and saw that the big hole on the left side of his chest was still open, spewing plasma sparks out, like a dying volcano.

"Why didn't you fix this?"

As soon as the words came out, they were so hoarse that Song Shi was startled. He felt a tearing pain in his throat, as if he had swallowed a bag of red-hot charcoal. It should be the sequelae of the previous series of blessings to the limit. His throat was probably burned through.

"Do your own thing." Isidore glanced at the big hole in his chest. The heart that was pierced before was intact. No, this new heart looked like it was made out of a pile of minced meat. It looked simple and shaky. "I'll keep your life. You have to take care of the rest of the injuries yourself."

"That's okay"

Song Shi's mouth curled up slightly, and with the burnt facial features and the wisps of flames, the smile looked a bit horrible. The only thing that could not be dimmed was the happiness in this smile.

"--How?" he said.

"Hmm, that's unexpected." Isidore's brows were relaxed, his tone was calm, and he said frankly: "You fooled me."

"There's no other way. After thinking about it, this is the only possibility for victory."

Although his condition was extremely bad, he had managed to stabilize himself after all, and he would not die for a while. Song Shi was in high spirits, and his words sounded a bit impatient.

"Whether it's the Sun or 'Self-Immolation', including the blessing of 19 fire seeds. At the moment of the peak state, all the killing power is used." Song Shi said fluently: "But even with such a move, I am still not sure that I can knock you down. I think at most 30% of the chance."

"And you only have this one chance." Isidore nodded.

"Yes, it is only valuable when I reach the peak. After that, even if I can maintain this peak for a while, the threat will be much lower, not to mention winning from it."

"So there must be a second strike." Song Shi's eyebrows were filled with obvious joy. "If the first strike can win, it would be the best. If not, then we have to bet on the second strike. But my first strike was meant to be a gamble, leaving no room for maneuver. I should have prepared for the second strike in advance."

Song Shi shrugged: "First of all, the killing power of the first attack will inevitably be affected and cannot reach its maximum. Secondly, I am afraid that I can't hide this hidden intention from you."

If it was the initial confrontation, some intentions such as hiding moves could still be concealed, but in the final stage just now, with such an extremely intense collision, the minds of both parties were almost entangled together, their qi were mixed, and the slightest change could not be concealed from the opponent.

What's more, Isidore's combat experience and awareness are so terrifying that in this situation, it is almost impossible to hide the idea of ​​"betting on the second strike".

"Throw yourself into death and live again."

Compared to the indifferent expression on his face, Isidore actually showed great patience. He not only listened to the young man's story, but also provided support when necessary.

"That's right, you have to face death first before you can survive."

Song Shi raised his face happily: "I have reached my limit. In the situation just now, if I want to go further, I must have external force to push me forward."

A series of blessings such as "self-immolation" can make a ball of firewood burn vigorously, but no matter how much it burns, there is a limit. If a gust of wind blows in suddenly, the flame will exceed the limit and swell up in an instant.

"You must have heard of the revolving lantern, right? I completely suppressed the idea of ​​'betting on the second attack' in my subconscious mind, so that I could focus on the first attack wholeheartedly. But if the first attack fails, there is no doubt that I must have been defeated by you. Then, at the moment of my near-death, this idea will surface in my subconscious mind."

"Death can make people burst out with unprecedented strength. This is a widely circulated truth." Song Shi sighed: "I have indeed reached the peak, but after you punched me to the point of near death, a new step appeared on the top of the mountain. I just need to grab it at that moment."

Isidore had of course already understood the whole situation, and his expression did not change.

After the final punch penetrated the first attack, Song Shi's reaction was indeed beyond her expectations. The last consciousness frozen at the moment of death affected the surrounding spiritual energy that had been dispersed and posed no threat.

Facing Isidore's powerful punch head-on, they were broken apart, but they were also transformed like compacted sand under heavy pressure.

A new peak at the moment of death and new spiritual energy of transformation.

The second strike was not as powerful as the first one. The only thing worth mentioning about it was its “quality” that broke the limit.

If the first strike is to polish the divine weapon to the extreme, then the second strike is to discard the rest of the divine weapon, the sharp edge on the divine weapon. It is short-lived, fragile, thin, and sharper than one can imagine.

Before Isidore could react, I broke her defense. If the ends of her hair could be cut off, then the rest could be cut off as well.

"—Do you see clearly now?" Isidore spoke again.

There was no immediate answer.

Song Shi closed his eyes and pondered for a long time before opening them again.

Although from a pessimistic point of view, he bet his chance of victory on the second strike, but the first strike was still an all-out effort, undoubtedly the ultimate move, with incredible killing power.

As a result, this move was penetrated by the opponent's frontal punch - at that moment, I didn't even understand what was happening.

"I can only say that I have figured it out a little bit."

As he spoke, Song Shi couldn't help but fall into thought again. After a few minutes, he came to his senses and finally spoke formally.

"This punch is indeed very powerful, and it is indeed of an incredible level. But whether it is martial arts, energy circulation or other aspects, let's not talk about whether I can reproduce it, at least it is still within the scope of what I can see and understand."

Song Shi's speech was not fast: "If that's all, I have a 60% chance, no, I have a 70% chance of defeating you with the first strike, or at least we are evenly matched."

"But there is a 'thing' that I don't understand, attached to this punch. Based on my current judgment, it should be some kind of spiritual power involving cause and effect? ​​You anchored the result of victory, and this punch is the cause of getting there."

"Although it's not right, it's not far off either." After hearing this, Isidore said something in the style of Donglu.

She didn't stand up, but looked at the young man lying on the ground: "As a reward for the younger generation, you win?"

Song Shi stared at the woman for a long time. Then the young man suddenly relaxed and sighed deeply.

"If I'm not mistaken, you didn't seem to have any killing intent at all during this whole fight."

"Humph." Isidore's mouth curled up slightly: "Why would I want to kill you?"

"."

"Very disappointed?"

"Disappointed? How is that possible?"

The stable injury gradually showed signs of being shaken again. This time Song Shi successfully coughed up blood, but on the young man's face, there was only joy from the bottom of his heart.

Song Shi coughed up blood, and looked upward with bloodshot eyes. There was a blazing fire burning in his pupils: "This shows that I can really go one step further!"

"Do you want to continue my patrol inspection?"

Isidore raised his index finger, long and powerful.

"Haha." Song Shi smiled: "Guess?"

He placed his index finger between his eyebrows and poked it.

The huge trauma of being on the verge of death finally broke out. The young man's body went limp, his head tilted, and he fell into a coma.

"Not a good kid."

(End of this chapter)