A Scroll of Infinite Glory

Chapter 195 Heavenly Arc Slash Technique, Residual Uranium Light

Swish! !

Without a word, Irving struck first. With a pipe dangling from his mouth, he inhaled, and the pipe gleamed as his hand sliced ​​through the air, aiming for Guan Luoyang.

With this strike, the invisible and colorless air was squeezed out like mercury, becoming thick and viscous, vaguely forming a tangible object. This was clearly an extremely skillful technique for generating force.

The arc of the hand's movement, combined with the slight change in wrist direction during the swing, creates the illusion of a strike that moves with the wind and rises and falls with the waves.

Even though the palm strike was a diagonal slash coming from below, Guan Luoyang felt the atmosphere around him tighten from every angle. Even the air behind him was noticeably affected, as if it were turning him into a radish that would be easily sliced ​​off by the hand chop.

The technique was superb, but neither the speed nor the power was particularly impressive.

Guan Luoyang easily kicked him away, sending him flying. Afterwards, the anger in his chest subsided, and he felt a deep sense of confusion.

In fact, from the moment he saw Owen, he had already sensed that this person was not as powerful as he had imagined. However, it was also possible that this person had cultivated some kind of secret technique that could conceal his aura.

In this world, which has been influenced by countless reincarnations, it's not surprising that all sorts of secret techniques exist.

But once the fight actually started, Guan Luoyang was certain... this person really was that weak!

Let alone Harry and his group, if it were a one-on-one fight, Guan Luoyang thought that Owen would probably be swatted to death by the golden retriever he kept.

It's really strange. How could such a thing be qualified to be the leader of these people?

Even if we assume that this person is truly the kind of person who gains so many followers solely through his intelligence, then he should be cautious enough to seize the opportunity and leave as soon as possible. Why would he be foolishly and arrogantly waiting here?

Upon closer inspection, this person's senses are different from those of the clones, leaving only one possibility...

"You're not the real leader of this organization, are you?"

Guan Luoyang swiftly caught up, stomping his foot on Owen's chest. A surge of mental electricity coursed through Owen's head, drilling into his temple, as he demanded, "Who is the real leader? Where does he live?"

As he spoke, he unleashed several palm strikes from a distance, causing the light to shift rapidly and converge on his palms, as if several beams of light were bombarding the crystal elder. The last line of defense provided by the crystal ball could not withstand the escalating violent impact.

The crystal sphere shattered, the cloak tore, and the old crystal man coughed up blood and screamed before collapsing to the ground, utterly defeated.

Owen, who suffered a crushing defeat in the first exchange, was covered in dust on the ground, his clothes torn. Stimulated by the electric current, he couldn't help but make a trembling, chattering sound from his teeth. He only lasted for less than five seconds before panting and confessing, "Yes, it was me, I was the highest leader."

"Still not telling the truth!"

The lightning flashed more clearly, and Irving's hair stood on end. He lost the strength to scream, his throat gurgled, and he stood with his neck outstretched like a goose on the verge of death.

Guan Luoyang continued, "If it were you, why are you so weak? Haven't the technologies and resources you possessed provided any real advantage?"

Irving said in a strained, hoarse voice, "It's because I didn't use those things on myself, because I wanted to retain more, more experiences!"

Powerful fighters can accomplish feats that ordinary humans wouldn't even dare to dream of, and experience a sense of satisfaction that transcends common sense.

However, because the strength of fighters in this world is inseparable from their physical bodies, even someone like the Crystal Elder, who seems to fight purely with mental power, actually has a physical strength that surpasses that of ordinary people. Therefore, many exciting entertainment activities that ordinary people enjoy are difficult for them to experience.

For example, the stimulation of alcohol, that euphoric feeling, the enjoyment of tobacco, the sensation of irritating the nasal cavity and mouth and affecting brain cells, and other forms of entertainment such as overeating and staying up all night on forums—many forms of entertainment are essentially harmful to the body, while the physique of the strong can exempt them from all of this.

Even in bed, if one's physical qualities are too high, one's endurance will also be too strong. If the chosen partner cannot match oneself, then one needs to resort to more extreme means such as violence, suffocation, group sex, drugs, or the wilderness to seek psychological satisfaction and take a longer time to reach the peak.

Violet is a city of fighting, a capital of violence and entertainment. When Guan Luoyang drove through the city before, although he did not deliberately listen to any unsightly things, he already knew that the people here generally had higher desires.

In that sense, according to the Violet People's way of thinking, they might actually do something like Irving, deliberately maintaining their weak physical condition so that when they are truly terminally ill, they can then strengthen and repair themselves.

However, Guan Luoyang was not satisfied.

Is that really all there is to it?

He bent down slightly, extended his fingers forward, and visible blue qi extended from his fingertips, condensing like the tip of a knife.

Like the sharpest jade in the world, it was polished into a blade of deep blue, slowly approaching Irving's face.

Irving's facial muscles twitched, and his sensitive facial pores could feel the burning pain like being pricked by needles. Every wrinkle exuded unease, and his eyes turned to terror as he stared intently at the tip of the knife, watching it approach little by little.

"Besides fear, you're also anticipating it. Anticipating experiencing death?"

The cyan blade tip suddenly vanished, and Guan Luoyang transformed his fingers into a palm, pressing down.

The raging electric current brought immense pressure, causing Irving's facial features to appear slightly flattened, and tiny cracks to appear in the ground behind his head.

Guan Luoyang changed his question: "Tell me the most important thing you don't want me to know right now!"

"The experiment of 'Returning to One's Divine Martial Arts' is nearing success; the seeds cultivated in the thirty-six bases..."

Irving's face contorted, but he couldn't control his mouth.

He was indeed waiting to experience death. The feeling of death was very precious and something he was very curious about. This opportunity helped him make up his mind.

However, while a death with a backup plan is acceptable, the exposure of something one doesn't want to reveal is absolutely intolerable, and this infuriates Irving far more than the former!

Just when he was trying to find a way to commit suicide, someone gave him this opportunity.

Guan Luoyang suddenly dodged, avoiding a blade that passed right past where he had been standing.

The armored giant, a hundred meters away, had several deep, charred wounds that exposed the bone. The executioner had used the giant's fist as leverage to leap over it and speed towards them.

The battle itself wasn't a problem, but the mere hundred meters was just a blink of an eye, yet the armored giant, who clearly could still hold on, suddenly reverted to Faki's original form and disappeared into the forest. That was too strange.

Guan Luoyang's mind raced. Was this whole "Divine Martial Unity" thing something even Fachi and the others were unwilling to expose so quickly? It seemed there was something more complex involved behind these disgusting cloning incidents...

Ha! Then I'll definitely have to play with you guys even more!

The moment Guan Luoyang was forced to move away, Irving, lying on the ground, used his willpower to rupture his own cerebral blood vessels and successfully committed suicide.

The executioner glanced at the corpse with a hint of regret and stammered, "He was actually very strong. Many aspects of my swordsmanship were learned from him."

"So, he really did have another state, or rather, another body?"

Guan Luoyang dusted off his collar and said somewhat strangely, "You don't seem to mind revealing his information, so how about we say a little more before we start fighting?"

The executioner glanced quickly at Guan Luoyang, then lowered her gaze, her face flushed crimson: "But...you and your clothes look really hard to kill..."

"I can't hold back anymore."

Before the words were even finished, the two figures by the swimming pool suddenly vanished.

The turbulent surface of the swimming pool, eerily still, remained in a state of unease.

Amidst the undulating waves, countless clear and deep footprints inexplicably appeared.

There are two types of footprints: one is similar to the marks left by military boots, and the other is barefoot, where the toes and arches can be distinguished.

When the power within those footprints erupted, the water in the entire swimming pool roared up into the air, scattering like a torrential rain.

In the end, only a shallow layer of liquid remained at the bottom of the swimming pool, while extremely deep cuts and fist marks were left on all sides of the pool, turning the rectangular swimming pool into an irregular pit with a volume that had increased at least five times.

But when those two elusive figures crossed the manor and entered the living room, everything seemed less violent.

Their power became more restrained.

Guan Luoyang consciously gathered his vital energy because he was excited to find that his opponent could catch up with his full speed. If he dispersed his vital energy, he would not have time to affect his opponent before he changed positions, which would be a meaningless waste.

The executioner's restraint was more like an instinct; he didn't think during the entire process, but simply followed his desire to "kill Guan Luoyang" and made changes accordingly.

When he appeared in the living room, his feet were on the leather back of the sofa. When he raised the butcher's knife, not even the wind was disturbed, and he slashed at Guan Luoyang, who appeared at the other end of the sofa.

A subtle bronze drum luster appeared in Guan Luoyang's palm. The eight-sided bronze drum, which had been dismantled and incorporated into his body, provided his palm with a divine weapon-like texture. His left hand slashed the blade from the side, and as sparks flew, his right palm aimed at the tip of the blade and pushed it out.

The most dangerous part of a knife is its tip, and it is also the most vulnerable part. Guan Luoyang's left hand has already neutralized much of the force on the knife. If his right palm were to strike the tip directly, the high-temperature shockwave would destroy the knife, shattering it into countless fragments.

The executioner had no choice but to deflect the blade, and Guan Luoyang's right hand slipped through, flicking his middle finger and striking the executioner's wrist that was holding the knife.

The large tendon under the skin of his wrist was aroused by the force of his fingers, making it stand out. Guan Luoyang hooked his index finger, and his nail cut slightly open the skin that could protect against bullets, precisely hooking out the large tendon.

Guan Luoyang possessed a divine weapon, but he rarely used it because he was more skilled in fist techniques. The changes between his fists, palms, and fingers were far more satisfying to him than weapons. He could use swords occasionally, but holding them in his hand all the time would only restrict his fingers.

The tendon was torn off, and the electric current rushed into the body through the wound, causing the executioner's entire arm holding the knife to go numb. A burnt smell emanated from the wound, the muscles atrophied, and the complexion on his face became even more cheerful, revealing a perverse, delicate red.

Although he stuttered, his intuition was sharp. He could sense that Guan Luoyang's fighting spirit and killing intent were as fierce as wind, fire, thunder, and lightning, and that he had no intention of deliberately killing him.

Yet, someone who doesn't intentionally torture or kill can still display such brutal skills.

The executioner's hunger was even greater. He raised his left hand, his elbow arcing upwards from his waist, and his forearm swung out in front of him to block Guan Luoyang's grab, as if drawing an arc.

Full and perfect!

The arc, which was clearly not yet finished, gave Guan Luoyang such a strong sensory stimulation.

This is by no means a combat technique using a butcher's knife, but a hand-to-hand fighting technique that requires every joint of the limbs to invest a much stronger trust than that for the weapon in order to draw such an arc.

This skill not only deflected Guan Luoyang's deadly claw, but also seemed to have the effect of stimulating the vitality of the executioner's own genes.

His right hand, though still wounded, regained its strength, and his entire body was enveloped in a chilling white light filled with ominous premonition. He gripped the knife with both hands and slashed out following the afterglow of the perfect arc he had just executed.

A terrifying radiance emanated from this strike, and all the furniture, including the crystal chandelier that was itself glowing, seemed to collapse into a silhouette of black ashes on a camera film in that instant.

Guan Luoyang gave a low shout and raised both palms. The light that should have expanded outward was forcibly suppressed and drawn back.

The room was suddenly plunged into darkness.

In that brief darkness, it seemed as if numerous flying insects were surging, then transforming into something more abstract, like dragons and snakes lurking and moving among the dark tides.

The executioner swung his blade again in the darkness, the darkness unable to impair his judgment of position, the butcher's knife eager to drink the blood of this troublesome enemy.

But an arm, like a dragon or snake, clung to the side of the butcher's knife and shredded it.

The hand, gathering all the light, rose from the executioner's chest to his forehead, emerging from his sleeve with incredible speed, like a dreamlike transformation of a dragon or serpent into a ferocious bird or divine bird, a flash of lightning, thoughts arising and vanishing.

The palm struck the executioner's head, and a fierce light poured down, flowing throughout his entire body.

"Here you go!"

The executioner paused slightly, his crystalline eyes widened, and he stared at Guan Luoyang with resentment, but his body had already turned to ashes.

The surrounding light returned to normal, the chandelier was broken, and only the night light shining in from the window remained.

Guan Luoyang glanced at his hand and could feel that the magnetic field in this area had been disturbed by a vicious and unsettling disturbance, and a subtle radiation still lingered here.

This thing is similar to sunlight, but it seems very unstable and full of the feeling of destroying the vitality of nature.

"Nuclear radiation?"

If Irving's other body possessed this power, and was more mature than the Executioner, then it would indeed be a formidable challenge.

(End of this chapter)