Odd Containment Specialist.

Chapter 1048 A Brief Moment of Awake

Every death will not be resurrected when history repeats itself.

Because in this battle, they chose time as their body, and the master of time was responsible for shattering every period of time.

Blood dripping from the sky flowed down along unseen channels, all converging on the antler chalice of the dead deer.

As the deer skeleton unfolds, the beast path leading to the divine realm is temporarily summoned into reality.

Xia Shou, wielding a red spear, fell from the sky. At the same time, the bright moonlight shone from the horizon behind him, dispelling the blood-red hue of the sky.

The moon shines like silver!
"come yet."

Xia Shou turned around, and the blood-red spear transformed into a meteor that tore through the sky, with silver-white fragments being carried back and forth by the red meteor.

He raised his hand, like an emperor on a personal campaign catching a returning spear.

Those crystalline, silvery-white flakes, like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, formed a tattered silver silk cloak on the back of his neck and shoulders.

It is actually three meters long, but the light mist floating at its end stretches for thousands of miles like the Milky Way...

……

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The underground boxing ring was filled with smoke, and spectators cheered around the ring.

On the ring, Sawan leaned casually against the ring railing, watching the man lying on the ground in front of him.

Among the crowd below the stage, Somsak squeezed to the front, watching this scene with a mix of tension and helplessness.

Things shouldn't have turned out this way. He brought this guy in just to watch the fight, but filming is not allowed in underground boxing matches, yet he was secretly filming and was caught.

So, the situation eventually turned out this way: amidst everyone's urging, he had no choice but to go up and fight Sawan.

Perhaps Savan also felt that such a weakling was not very interesting, so he deliberately allowed the other party to choose a short knife and fight him.

Even so, the final result was the same as before: Xia Shou was beaten to the ground by Sawang and couldn't get up.

They didn't even use any drastic methods; they were just teasing him like a dog.

"Sawan, it's time to end this! Use that move!" the audience roared.

There are no countdowns in underground boxing; it's all about bloody, life-or-death hand-to-hand combat. A scene like this, where one side allows the other to rest on the ground, only happens when one side has overwhelming strength.

Sawa shrugged and walked toward the Summer Guardian on the ground.

Songsa covered her face, unable to bear to look any longer.

What could he possibly do?

He was just a tour guide, and he had already reminded Xia Shou of that.

Savan stepped forward, reached out and grabbed Xia Shou's sweat-soaked hair, lifted him up from the ground with one hand, and then raised his other fist.

As one of the Tiger's signature finishing moves, a single punch can completely destroy the shape of a human's facial bones, and its level of gore and violence is unmatched in terms of visual impact.

"Sawan! Sawan! Sawan!"

The crowd began to cheer loudly. Sawan grinned maliciously and threw a punch.

The fist pierced the air, but missed its target.

Sawan was stunned when he saw a strand of black hair in his palm, and the others were also stunned.

When Xia Shou somehow managed to cut off his own hair with a dagger and escape Sawang's deadly punch, the crowd erupted in cheers.

The unexpected thrill of escaping death just as a lightning-fast punch is about to land is exactly what these deranged spectators crave.

Xia Shou took a small step back and jumped to create distance between himself and Savang. He stood there quietly, his weight on one foot, his right hand holding the knife hanging loosely at his side.

Anyone could see that his condition was different from before he fainted!

Now, he is as calm and collected as a battle-hardened warrior!

Was I dreaming during that brief moment when I fainted?

Xia Shou pondered, then raised his eyes, his cold gaze piercing like a knife as he looked at Sawang. The instant he saw Sawang's figure, a flicker of surprise flashed in his pupils.

"Beast King?"

I've already killed the Beastmaster's silhouette, and I killed the Beastmaster outside, so...

"Was it my younger self who was summoned a second time, and dreamed of things that had already ended at the corresponding age?" With his mind briefly clear after waking up, Xia Shou immediately figured out what was happening.

Out of the corner of his eye, Xia Shou saw Savang's fist coming toward his temple, the fist growing larger and larger in his field of vision.

Next second,
Xia Shou twisted his ankle, bent his knee, and bent over in one smooth motion.

Without any unnecessary steps, the other person's fist grazed his scalp.

Instead of retreating, Xia Shou advanced, his short sword flashing out like lightning, easily slicing through Sawang's skin, blood gushing from under his armpit.

The incredibly smooth feel of the handle further confirmed Xia Shou's guess: the Beast King in the world outside the book had been killed, so the extraordinary power of the silhouette itself had long since disappeared.

If the Beast King hadn't been killed yet, then this Savan in the book would undoubtedly not have been harmed by a mere knife.

However, since the self in the previous dream was unaware of all that would happen in the future, it provided inaccurate information to the current self.

Xia Shou was multitasking, thinking about the logic of the whole thing, and he slowly began to understand his current situation.

"So the dream I had when I was eighteen was my future self." Xia Shou said thoughtfully, "It's a pity that dreams are always blurry, otherwise I wouldn't have done this useless work."

As he spoke, Xia Shou dodged Sawang's storm of attacks with ghostly movements, while the cheers of the surrounding audience were as loud as thunder, but Xia Shou ignored all of this.

At this moment, he was like an AI robot that could calculate everything precisely, and only needed the slightest tremor to dodge all of Sawan's attacks.

Xia Shou raised his foot and stepped on the opponent's joint lock, then launched an elbow strike into Sawang's carotid artery.

In the blink of an eye, he spun around and flicked his heel, delivering a final blow to the back of the beast's neck, thus ending the life of the powerful creature.

Easy...too easy. Without the Beast King's power, this man is just a superhuman, not a monster.

With his extensive combat experience accumulated from countless battles, defeating someone like him would be incredibly easy.

Not to mention that he can fight across weight classes even when unarmed, let alone with a short sword to assist him in combat.

As Savan collapsed completely, amidst the frenzied cheers of the surrounding crowd, Xia Shou turned to look at this incredibly strong man.

He didn't kill him because it wasn't necessary; the Beast King was already dead, and what remained was just a prototype.

Of course, sparing his life would allow the power of the Beast King's remains to remain effective in the present world, but that might not be a bad thing.

Because, based on his most intuitive judgment, the real situation in the outside world now... should be the dream he had when he was eighteen.

Although for him now, eighteen years old represents his younger self, that is actually his future self.

To get out of this hellhole, they need to spare Sawan's life and negotiate with the underground boxing boss; that would increase their chances of success.

It feels a bit strange... I am...

Damn it, the dream experience is starting to blur, the information is decreasing, and my thoughts are starting to become unclear!
We need to leave some information quickly.

Xia Shou's cold, mature, and composed expression gradually began to distort.

(End of this chapter)