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Chapter 597 The Magic Sword That Changed Fate

It is not a matter of one fist and two cakes, nor is it the creation of heaven and earth.

Feng Xue was only sparring and naturally had no intention of using any killer moves.

This punch, all it had was speed.

Shedding its material form, it accelerates recklessly!
It's no longer the kind of speed that relies on airflow for propulsion, but something even better: the Light Escape Technique!
The spell to transform into starlight had already been deduced by players in the game world, but for Feng Xue, this spell has always been positioned as a "show-off tool," since it's not fast.

Yes, it's not fast. Although it looks like it has turned into a beam of light, it is actually a flying technique with added special effects.

However, the moment the power of "Primordial Beginning" was applied, the instant Feng Xue's fist and her entire arm shed their material form, the advancement of the Escape Technique no longer needed to consider the physical body's ability to withstand the force, the air resistance encountered during the advancement, or the energy loss caused by the gradual acceleration.

And so, in the brief span of less than two meters that the arm that had transformed into starlight crossed, a starlight beyond imagination was born!
Diarmuid's mind even faltered for a moment. It wasn't a basic mistake like "daydreaming on the battlefield," but rather a slowdown in thought caused by trying to keep up with the speed of that punch.

Because it's so fast, everything around seems to slow down in order to keep up.

Even so, when Diarmuid regained his senses, he was sent flying backward as if hit by a battering ram.

Intense pain spread throughout my body, yet it remained confined to a bearable level, as if the power that should have been focused on one point was instead dispersed throughout my entire body.

"Dina!" the village chief's daughter exclaimed, rushing to Diarmuid's side. This caused Diarmuid's expression to change drastically. He hurriedly got up to shield his lover while turning his gaze back to Feng Xue—

At this moment, Feng Xue still maintained her punching posture. Her right arm had been restored to flesh and blood, but the skin was emitting an eerie crimson color, with faint smoke rising from it. The slightly twisted knuckles were rapidly repairing themselves, and the skin, which seemed to have been thoroughly cooked, returned to normal in a very short time.

"As expected, timing is hard to catch. If you're too late, you'll pass through; if you're too early, your hand will suffer the backlash from the extremely high acceleration... I still need to practice!"

Feng Xue shook her arm, which was numb from the intense pain, and with a flick of her toe, kicked Delis back into her hand, then casually hoisted her onto her shoulder:
"Do you want to fight again?"

"..." Diarmuid adjusted his joints slightly to assess his current condition. However, after seeing that punch, he understood that the scales of victory had begun to tip!

Diarmuid gritted his teeth. He had already exhausted all his means in the previous battle. Even if his opponent could not throw another punch in a short time, his defeat was only a matter of time.

As this thought arose, his destiny began to change, and he felt as if he was about to break free from his cocoon, as if he was just one step away from achieving his goal.

only……

A resolute yet complex light flashed in Diarmuid's eyes. With his last ounce of strength, he pulled out the seemingly most unremarkable short sword that he had never actually used.

It possessed neither earth-shattering grandeur nor dazzling brilliance. It was as ordinary as a common brass dagger. But the instant Diarmuid grasped it, Feng Xue's keen senses went into overdrive! An indescribable, subtle power, seemingly capable of distorting reality, emanated from the dagger!
“Master, this sword is called ‘Minor Wrath.’ It is a weapon rarely described in Diarmuid’s legends. It is said that Diarmuid regarded it as his last trump card, but because of the boar Geis, it has never been drawn.”

"In other words, a trump card?" Feng Xue narrowed her eyes, looking at the short sword that was about to be swung, and said:

"Diarmuid has never been able to unleash [Minor Wrath] in his entire life, yet you intend to use it now?"

"..." Hearing Feng Xue's words, Diarmuid nodded slightly.
“That’s right. If I use the power of this sword, it will exceed Diarmuid’s destiny, which will reduce my compatibility with my fate, and may even cause me to lose that fate. However, I have reasons to use it. After all, only this sword, which can change destiny, can make me…”

Feng Xue stopped in her tracks, watching helplessly as the destiny that had begun to transform suddenly shattered and returned to its original form. She looked at Diarmuid, whose eyes were resolute, and at Princess Grani, who was covering her mouth tightly and weeping.

He suddenly laughed.

"The power to change fate? Perhaps it is indeed a power to change!" Feng Xue put away the iron rod, waved her hand, and turned to leave.

"No, who's going to fill in the gap in my life with Pigsy?!" Chen Xuan stared wide-eyed, looking utterly bewildered. Feng Xue rolled her eyes and flicked Chen Xuan on the forehead: "Let's go, let's go. They're a perfect match, what right do you, a monster, have to object?"

Chen Xuan: "No, a monster? I'm Tang Sanzang!"

Dirumdo and Grani were also stunned, staring at Feng Xue in disbelief.

Feng Xue said no more, humming an off-key tune, ignoring the knights lying on the ground, and strode into the depths of the forest.

Seeing Feng Xue leave, Chen Xuan quickly chased after her. He could tell the difference between the two kings. It didn't matter if he couldn't get Pigsy, but he absolutely couldn't lose Feng Xue, his powerful ally!
Watching the two disappear into the depths of the forest, Diarmuid and Grani looked at each other for a long time, until a knight groaned as he got up from the ground, and they finally realized what they should do at this moment...

……

"No, brother, what are we going to do without Pigsy?" Chen Xuan asked, frowning, but Feng Xue waved her hand dismissively.
"Pigsy isn't important; what's important is the eighty-one tribulations. Back in the Tang Dynasty's Records of the Western Regions, the real Tang Monk didn't have a pig's head by his side, did he? The important thing is that we went through the tribulation of 'subduing Pigsy,' and that's enough. After all, we beat him into submission, and that's all that matters. As for whether we take him with us or not, that doesn't matter!"

Feng Xue blatantly lied without batting an eye, leaving Chen Xuan speechless for a moment. However, he quickly frowned and said:
"Wait a minute! Even if we don't need Pigsy anymore, we should still keep going. Why are we heading into the woods?"

"Oh, this..." Feng Xue shrugged, then her eyes lit up, and she pointed to the towering tree in the distance:
"I'm going to take care of some personal business. You stay here and don't move."

"No...you..." Chen Xuan's face darkened. He wanted to ask more, but then he stared in disbelief as Feng Xue suddenly pounced on the big tree like a hungry tiger, and then...

Did he take a bite out of a tree root?
"What the hell?!"

(End of this chapter)