Exploding God

Can you afford it...?

Can you afford it...?

Lin Zhidao sat there blankly, feeling his mind begin to wander and even experiencing hallucinations.

That's right, such unrealistic things only happen in dreams.

Who would dare to directly confront Lin Chujun? You must be joking, hahaha, it must be a joke.

But he soon stopped laughing as the chill began to set off, raising goosebumps on his arms.

Lin Zhidao shrank back.

They share the same surname, but he's just from the Lin family of Heishui Street in Tingluo District, while Lin Chujun comes from the Lin family of Shangnan City. If things continue at a normal pace, perhaps Lin Chujun, despite his family's past profligacy, could catch up to half of that difference by the time he's 80 years old through hard work and self-improvement…

Even her own father had to smile obsequiously and treat Lin Chujun with great hospitality and care when he saw her.

Even though he had sent Lin Chujun that message before, and even offended her, when she actually appeared in front of him, the fear of seeing a natural enemy resurfaced in his heart.

It would be a lie to say I'm not afraid!

Lin Chujun's gaze instantly turned icy; throughout the entire Shangnan City, no one dared to speak to her like that.

In the past twenty years, no one has ever dared to be so presumptuous in front of the Shang Nanlin family!

"A subject dies for his lord's dishonor." Yi Ying, who had stood silently behind Lin Chujun from beginning to end, flashed a cold rage deep in her eyes.

Beneath her neat short hair lies a face with androgynous beauty. A white suit accentuates her exceptionally dashing figure. However, when you add the two swords, one long and one short, hanging diagonally side by side on the left side of her waist, the standard Japanese samurai style of carrying dual swords gives Yi Ying a sharp and dangerous aura at this moment.

"presumptuous!"

The woman shouted, her left thumb thrusting forward, a cold glint flashing in the air. Her right hand gripped the weapon in mid-air, and with a twist of her wrist, Yi Ying took a step forward.

The 43-centimeter-long wakizashi [Cherry Blossom Crimson] sliced ​​through the air with a visually distorted effect, like a flowing stream. The faint pink cloud-like patterns on the blade shimmered with a bewitching beauty, silencing everyone's voices as it cut straight down to three inches below Lu Ze's neck.

From the shout to the drawing of the knife, only a fifth of a second passed. That slender body displayed a sharpness and domineering power that was completely out of character!

Lin Chujun's expression remained unchanged. Although she was sitting there with her chin resting on her hand, she exuded a sense of looking down from above, as indifferent as an ice sculpture.

Lin Zhidao's mouth was agape, his pupils suddenly contracted, and a tremor from the depths of his soul surfaced in his eyes.

Zhao Ping and Yao Zhou were still staring blankly at Lu Ze, not having reacted at all.

Lu Ming, with his back to Lin Chujun and the other person, quietly stared at his brother, seemingly unaware of what was happening behind him.

The stirred dust, gently swirling with the airflow, cast dappled patterns of light in the sunlight streaming into the room, making time seem to slow down. The movements of everyone in the room…

At this moment, everything is within sight.

Tick, tick.

The Star Source Clock remained quietly suspended above the Sea of ​​Consciousness, ticking at a steady pace.

However, that wisp of crimson flame, as thin as a cow's hair, trembled slightly at that moment. Every pore on its body opened simultaneously, greedily sensing all the life force around it: blood flow, sound waves, air currents, stellar energy…

Crack...pop.

Like a candle accidentally bursting into flame, when this non-existent voice bloomed in the mind, the tranquil sea of ​​consciousness was suddenly stirred into a raging storm.

Lu Ze's gaze was calm, yet beneath his composure flashed an indescribable air of authority.

Just as no one could see how Yi Ying drew that wakizashi, no one saw when Lu Ze's right hand, which was placed on the tea table, disappeared, leaving only two curved, thin white wisps of air in mid-air.

That's the trajectory of two fingers cutting through the air; you can clearly see it, but you can never catch up with it.

Spread out two fingers of your right hand, forming a V-shape at a 30° angle, hovering in front of your eyes. In the next tenth of a second, the two fingertips casually come together.

Ding!

The cold light abruptly stopped.

The slight tremor from the weapons clearly rose in the tea room.

The strong airflow spread in all directions, cutting the rising steam of the fragrant tea into pieces.

The turbulent currents ruffled the boy's bangs, revealing his bright and calm eyes.

It was as if time had returned to normal after it had slowed down, but it brought a shocking scene that was beyond reality.

Lin Zhidao's mouth was so full that it could almost fit a fist; he felt as if he were watching a science fiction movie.

Lu Ze, with just two fingers, effortlessly caught the wakizashi that could slice through the air.

At the end of the dagger was Yi Ying's equally shocked and angry gaze. No matter how hard she thrust forward or pulled back, her two fingers did not budge an inch, as if cast in steel.

"Second-rate swordsmanship, third-rate swordsmanship. Is this how Tsukahara Chizune taught you? Then he might as well kill himself."

"Don't insult my teacher!!" Upon suddenly hearing that familiar and respectful name, Yi Ying was first stunned, then her eyes instantly turned red, and she blurted out.

"Insult?" Lu Ze was taken aback, then tilted his head and added in a low voice, "You probably overestimate yourself. Even if Tsukahara Tokuchi were here, he wouldn't be worthy of my insults."

Yi Ying's eyes were visibly bloodshot; those words pierced her heart, and her hatred instantly surged to its maximum level.

Abandoned as a child, she was found by Tsukahara Chizuru and raised in the Shinto school. Her martial arts skills were passed down by Tsukahara Chizuru, the head of the Shinto school. Tsukahara Toku was the restorer of the Shinto two-sword style for nearly fifty years and was also Tsukahara Chizuru's father!

Beneath these layers of relationships, the bond is stronger than blood ties. Lu Ze's words thoroughly denigrated Yi Ying's family, almost pushing them into a swamp.

"You have insulted my sect! Die!" Yi Ying roared, gripping the wakizashi with both hands. At this moment, she held back her 6-star, Gale-level strength, unleashing a terrifying constricting force of over 1200 kilograms on the hilt.

"I will spare your life today. Go back and tell Tsukahara Senso that when your plans are fulfilled, that will be the day I, Lu Ze, crush the Shinto Mountain Gate."

Upon hearing this, Lu Ze's previous composure vanished completely, replaced by a chilling tone in his voice.

Then, the two fingers, joined together, twisted suddenly.

The wakizashi trembled and let out a mournful cry.

A sound...

Boom!

A crisp snapping sound rang out, and to Yi Ying's astonished and incredulous gaze, the Wan-forged Wakizashi [Sakura Crimson], which she cherished as a treasure, broke in two.

Lu Ze held the less than 5-centimeter-long blade tip between his fingertips and gently pointed it out.

"kill!"

Completely enraged, Yi Ying seized the opportunity of the broken sword to stab.

The fact that the wakizashi is 5 centimeters shorter will only increase the danger in close-quarters combat indoors, not reduce it by even a fraction.

As the broken blade trembled, a fleeting afterimage appeared in the air, converging before one's eyes.

Aside from Lin Chujun, Yi Ying no longer cared about holding back against anyone, including Lin Zhidao! As for Lu Ming, he was right in front of Lin Zhidao, at the forefront of those dozens of afterimages with his back to them.

Lu Ze also took all of this into account.

Time... stands still.

As this thought emerged, the Star Source Clock in the sea of ​​consciousness suddenly stopped.

As the wheels of time come to an abrupt halt, everything in this world is frozen in its most authentic form before our eyes.

Lu Ze's gaze was indifferent and cold as it fell upon the radiance hidden behind layers of illusions, like a pool of autumn water suddenly appearing.

Yi Ying's katana, which was slung at her left waist, was finally drawn in the most concealed manner, carrying the purest killing intent.

Little did she know that she was facing the most terrifying enemy of the Shinto School in the world, a terrifying man who had deduced and broken through all 1,700 sword techniques of the Shinto School in the future.

In this time and space where nothing has happened yet, Lu Ze extended three fingers from his left hand, which had been hanging down, and gently placed them on the tea table. He then stood up and gently pressed down.

On the edge of the heavy nanmu tea table, strange shallow ripples appeared, seemingly trying to spread out under pressure but forcibly stilled...

Without a trace of worldly fuss, Lu Ze performed a front flip over Lin Zhidao and Lu Ming, landing lightly in front of Yi Ying, with the stabbing wakizashi right before him.

He raised two fingers of his right hand together, holding the broken blade between them, and gently tapped it with his backhand. Solidified ripples spread through the air, blooming between the broken blade and the tattered remnant.

Within his mind, the golden pointer trembled once more, and the world returned to normal.

Everyone's gaze seemed to still be fixed on the spot where Lu Ze had been sitting, but now...

It was completely deserted.