A Scroll of Infinite Glory

Chapter 203 Sky-Piercing Slash, Pure Yin Profound Technique

Numerous building wreckage floated in the air, and the fighters' bodies also floated up slightly, losing weight.

However, since the Oni Warrior mech's thrust was not on the ground, the impact was minimal, and its speed actually increased.

The azure energy was so dense that it formed a dark, turbid current, drawing in the omnipresent gravity and converging on Guan Luoyang's palm.

He raised his eyebrows and met the spiraling blade tip that was already in front of him with a palm strike.

Sword techniques and swordsmanship are often characterized by their sharpness.

And the characteristic of sharpness is often inseparable from "thinness".

The thinner something is, the sharper it is.

But Guan Luoyang's strike went against the grain, making it feel neither fresh nor sharp, but only incredibly "thick" and "heavy".

After the palm struck, the spiraling, high-heat mecha blade was not cut open, but crushed.

A shocking, dark wind detached from Guan Luoyang's palm and rolled forward.

The speed of this dark blade energy naturally far exceeded thirty meters per second, triggering the mysterious effect of the Holtzmann Shield.

An energy field that should have been invisible to the naked eye emerged under immense pressure, resembling a thin film built along the contours of the mecha's body, with a distance of one meter between it and the mecha's surface.

And now this thin film is emitting an extremely unstable light.

The energy field shield of the Holtzmann effect has a certain probability of triggering a subatomic-level fusion reaction when encountering a pure energy attack, causing the attacker to suffer a nuclear counterattack.

However, Guan Luoyang's sword energy was formed by plundering gravity, and the essence of gravity is the gravitational force that can interfere with the microscopic level.

The prerequisites for the fusion reaction were disrupted, the energy field suddenly went silent, and was then broken by the dark wind.

Inside the cockpit, Balot vaguely saw the night sky pressing down, and then he was plunged into eternal darkness. His entire Oni Warrior mech was compressed and deformed to a great extent, and then torn apart by the chaotic gravitational field.

The gloomy winds swept through, leaving the ruins of buildings and the dust on the ground with the same fate: first, the scattered materials floated up, gathered into larger groups, and then were torn apart into smaller pieces.

The billowing dust, like a gradually rising and falling curtain, stretched across the block.

Eight hundred meters ahead of Guanluoyang, the road leads straight to the coast. All obstacles have been reduced to floating fragments, and clusters of water spheres float in the air above the sea.

He lowered his hand, and many pieces of broken concrete fell down, seawater scattered and returned to the surface of the sea.

Some of the fighters around him looked at his profile, others at his back, but no one could stand in front of him; all was silent.

After a few seconds of silence, the crowd, like frightened mountain cubs, leaped and ran away quickly, scattering in all directions.

This is, after all, just one of the thirty-six bases.

Nobody wants to make enemies of those kinds of people just for the sake of a place like this.

Guan Luoyang strode towards the underground base, then suddenly seemed to sense something and turned his head to look.

About six miles away, a dazzling golden beam of light radiated from a tall building, traversing horizontally across the building.

Before the golden afterglow had faded, a stream of icy white energy swept out from the broken staircase, accompanied by thunderous fury and lightning flashing amidst the chilling air.

………………

When the first base was discovered by the former governor, red lights shot straight into the night sky, casting a large, pale red circle on the night clouds.

The building where Irving was located received several uninvited guests.

The dark floor was startled by the flickering light of flashlights and the chaotic gunshots. Without asking any questions, the guards on the ground floor pulled the triggers on the three figures who had come to visit.

As the bullets whizzed past from either side, the airflow disturbed Fang Ping's hair, which was covering his eyes, revealing his chilling eyes beneath.

Di Shaolong, who was originally standing beside him, took a step back, allowing him to draw his knife more calmly.

When Fang Ping drew his ever-present sword, no one saw the sword itself; all that was reflected in everyone's eyes was a desolate, bluish-green halo.

Whether it was the fleeting flame of a gun muzzle or the beam of a flashlight, everything seemed insignificant under this bluish light, and a chilling desolation swept over the hall.

A hazy, deep blue full moon slowly rose, and the moment it touched the ceiling, it shattered like a dream and vanished without a trace.

bass!

The curved knife had returned to its sheath, as if it were hooking the souls of all the gunmen on this floor, drawing them back into the scabbard together.

A bright red dividing line appeared on everyone's foreheads as they collapsed.

Di Shaolong shook his head and said, "Fang Ping, you go up, I'll go down. Xiao Rou, you stay here."

The silver-gray-haired girl nodded, and a narrow crack appeared in the ceiling. Fang Ping's figure passed through it, tracing upwards layer by layer.

Di Shaolong shouted at the crack, "Be careful, don't be impatient, and be careful not to be ambushed."

"Speak," Di Shaolong said, heading towards the elevator.

The elevator doors, which were not powered, did not respond to the arrival of the guest. He reached into the gap between the doors, pulled back with both hands, and tore the elevator doors off.

The elevator didn't stop on this floor. Behind the door was an empty, dark elevator shaft. Di Shaolong peeked out and then jumped down.

It must be said that although Fang Ping was taciturn, he was indeed very efficient. He fought his way up layer by layer, and anyone who attacked him was cut in two by the chilling light of his blade.

When the building was constructed, it was divided into countless work areas. Even the most skilled swordsman would find it very difficult to distinguish the target from the numerous footsteps and breathing sounds.

However, once the corpses are scattered everywhere and the breathing sounds of the entire floor have ceased, it becomes easy to confirm that the target is not here.

—If Irving were that easy to kill, then he wouldn't be the target; he'd just be a dead man.

Irving was certainly not dead; he was sitting cross-legged on a soft, warm red carpet on the top floor, watching a fight video.

The lights in the lobby were off, with only the dim light from a few computer screens illuminating his short-sleeved shirt and knee-length beach shorts.

The brief sounds of battle coming from downstairs were mixed in with the video volume. Owen listened for a while and confirmed that it was neither Guan Luoyang nor Shenwu Mohe who had come.

A person wielding a knife.

There shouldn't have been a swordsman like this in Violet State.

In Irving's memory, there was no good knife that could have climbed up from the bottom to this level so quickly.

Pfft!!!

The blue light flashed and disappeared in an instant.

The floor cracked, covering the entire hall's red carpet. The concrete partition was cut open along with it, and the concrete in the center of the crack was shredded by the blade, turning the narrow crack into an almost rhomboid shape.

Fang Ping's figure leaped out from the rhombus and stood at the edge of the crack, turning his head to meet Owen's gaze.

"Ugh!"

Irving let out a barely perceptible sigh, feeling a pang of nostalgia for his odd-numbered troops. If those men were still around, the enemy wouldn't have been able to reach him, their boss, so easily.

Without a strong enough subordinate to protect and support you, and having to personally handle every situation, you lose the style that a leader should have.

"I don't recall ever having dealt with someone like you before, outsider. If you were just searching for the fruit of the gene tree, you should have gone down underground. What's the point of fighting your way up here?"

Fang Ping scanned the young man in front of him up and down, comparing him with the photos and information Brad had shown them. Although there was a significant age difference, their bone structure was consistent.

"Are you Kyrie Irving?"

He said, "We have received a report from the current governor of Violet State, Brad, that your actions have seriously violated international regulations and caused extremely negative consequences. You will be arrested by personnel from the East China Sea branch of Red Star War Beasts. If you resist, you will be killed on the spot."

Irving was startled at first, and said, "Brad?"

This guy has the guts to betray me and actively seek outside interference?

Even if he really had this intention, these people couldn't possibly arrive so quickly.

In a flash, Owen guessed what was going on and said with a smile, "Are you here for Brad or for the Shenwu family? I heard that the Shenwu family had most of its businesses seized and was expelled from the country by the Red Star War Beasts back then. After so many years, has Shenwu Guiyi or someone else caught your attention again?"

In just a few seconds, he was able to guess most of the truth. This ability to observe, associate, and deduce is truly worthy of someone who started from scratch and accumulated a great fortune.

Fang Ping had seen many people like this before, and his face remained unmoved. He coldly said, "Confess and you will be treated leniently. If you are willing to cooperate actively and provide more information about your accomplices, it will be beneficial to you."

"Hahahaha, coincidentally, I don't like the word 'wide'."

Irving laughed and said, "A wide road means too many people are already walking on it; it means vulgarity, ordinariness, and triviality. But those narrow and harsh paths often mean three hundred percent, or even ten or a hundred times, more profit."

"The mountains and valleys are treacherous, and the steep cliffs and precipices are fraught with danger; a single misstep leads to certain death."

Fang Ping gripped the hilt of the knife, and a desolate atmosphere instantly enveloped the place, with cold winds and bitter rain, creating a hazy, deathly atmosphere.

Objectively speaking, the lobby on this floor was still devoid of misty rain, cold moonlight, and chilly wind; it was only filled with the glow of computer screens and dry air.

However, Irving could already feel the dampness on his skin, and he seemed to smell the cold, fishy odor that comes from prolonged rain.

He didn't reject the discrepancy between his senses and reality. Instead, he took a deep breath, his heart filled with anticipation, and looked at Fang Ping with expectant eyes.

I'm looking forward to seeing Fang Ping's knife with my own eyes.

Fang Ping simply gripped the hilt of his knife, staring intently at the person opposite him. The color of his pupils grew darker and darker, giving the impression that his pupils had expanded to fill the whites of his eyes.

"Not going to use the knife?"

Irving waited a few seconds. "Let me guess, is it because your only criterion for using your blade is to kill the enemy, while my intelligence is still useful, so you're in the U.S...."

With a series of cracking sounds, huge blocks of ice, resembling clusters of natural crystals, suddenly grew in the hall, starting from the crack in the ground and spreading to every corner of the hall in an instant.

The floor is covered with a red carpet, the walls are adorned with famous oil paintings, the ceiling is a cold white, and the floor-to-ceiling windows are made of tempered glass. Everywhere there are clusters of ice crystals, which are still growing.

Even the computers in front of Irving were suddenly frozen solid by the ice. Ice blocks from all directions extended and surrounded him simultaneously, their force surging, cold and hard.

Bang! !

Irving's figure was encased in ice; half of the hall on this floor was occupied by this enormous block of ice.

The other half of the hall where Fang Ping was located was also covered with ice crystals.

A chilling breeze wafted over, and Xu Xiaorou appeared beside him.

"Be careful, this person isn't so easy to trap."

Fang Ping continued to stare at Owen inside the ice block, and gave him a reminder.

He didn't draw his sword just now not because he was afraid of accidentally killing his opponent, but because his swordsmanship was essentially a technique that was so complex that it appeared simple.

At first glance, it seems that no matter who you are killing, what weapon you are facing, or how many obstacles there are between you and the enemy, it is all just a matter of one strike.

But before that direct strike, countless ingenious spatial calculations were already involved, resulting in an unavoidable and unstoppable sharpness that seemed to be filled with divinity and demonic power.

Just now, Irving was sitting on the ground so casually that Fang Ping couldn't find a sure-fire angle to kill him.

Xu Xiaorou's bright eyes flickered slightly, and she flicked a finger towards the ice block.

From the slender, pale fingertips, a wisp of inconspicuous, blue-glowing cold air was flicked out. It looked ethereal and gentle, but the moment it touched the ice, it suddenly erupted into hundreds of dazzling, blinding bolts of lightning.

The superconductivity at extremely low temperatures reduces resistance to extremely low levels. With just a tiny voltage, the current can be so large that it's like a raging thunder beast, howling and destroying creatures surrounded by the cold air.

Sacred Heart Technique, Heavenly Thunder!

With a roar of electric snakes, the computers that had been frozen were first destroyed like dust. Then, the huge block of ice expanded due to internal cracking, causing the floor to sink and the ceiling to rise.

The tempered glass that came into contact with the large block of ice was also stretched and shattered.

Irving's figure disappeared at the brightest moment of the lightning.

The ice block that occupied half of the hall was smashed open by him, creating a human-shaped passage, and sprayed out of the building with surging lightning and debris.

It was as if, hundreds of meters in the air, a stream of sparkling ice water suddenly gushed out horizontally from inside the building.

Clang! Clang clang clang!!!

Irving's figure hovered high in the air, the ice shards and electric sparks all over his body drifting away with the wind, but without emitting a trace of the acrid smoke that would be emitted after an electric shock.

A powerful clang emanated from the robust body, whose clothes were completely undamaged. The loose skin on his hands tightened, and his fingers snapped together one by one.

The sound his knuckles made during this process was like the sound of steel bearings being pressed together one by one by a machine tool.

If the difference between relaxation and tension in ordinary people is merely the difference between curly hair and guitar strings, then the tension that Irving is currently displaying is like the difference between a few loose strands of gold thread as fine as a hair and a solid, high-strength alloy.

From the clasped fingers to the wrist that is turning, the entire arm and even the entire body, every muscle fiber is perfectly integrated.

The texture of the skin on the back of the hand visibly became smoother, without pores or wrinkles.

"This is probably the first time my body has fought seriously..."

Irving lowered his voice, a look of fascination gracing his eyes as he examined his hands. "My body, my skills, don't let me down!"

唿！

He extended his palm.

Supported by capital and having observed countless fighting styles and videos of fighters from around the world, Owen has developed his own fighting theory.

In his view, the essence of fighting is nothing more than arcs and straight lines.

The only truth in martial arts, in its pursuit of ultimate destructive power, is to make the body, breath, and strength infinitely tend toward the most perfect arc or straight line.

This thrust is a definitive move representing a straight line...

Original Fighting Technique: Sunlight Thousand Spears Piercing Kill!

Nothing in the world is straighter than light.

Golden rays of light, like spears, burst forth from Owen's arm, shooting into the floor and colliding with the remaining ice blocks in the lobby.

These rays of light had no physical form, while the ice blocks were as solid as steel.

But this time, when the two came into contact, it was as if illusion and reality had been reversed.

The ice blocks were like phantoms, easily and silently pierced by the tangible beams of light. They couldn't even block the destructive power of the light, let alone use the most basic properties of ice to refract and reflect the light.

These lights, hardly like lights at all, pierced through the ice like sieves, leaving dense holes in the walls of the hall, penetrating layer upon layer of obstruction, and shooting out on the other side of the entire building.

Hundreds of rays of light formed a cone, with Irving's arm as its apex, and destroyed the entire floor as it expanded and scattered.

The walls, riddled with holes, collapsed, the ceiling shattered and crashed down, and the entire building visibly shook and trembled, permanently losing a floor.

Irving stared at the collapsed building, somewhat satisfied with the power of his attack, but he also realized that the people inside were not dead.

The icy white air currents continued to spread, and wherever the cold air passed, lightning always followed.

Despite the many obstacles in between, Irving seemed to see a girl with disheveled hair standing up amidst the ruins.

Is she a girl? Her imposing presence and fighting spirit blurred the lines of gender, and even the very concept of being a mortal.

It still uses the two attributes of ice and lightning, but this time it's not the Sacred Heart Technique created by some old tortoise that has lived for thousands of years by luck, but a set of palm techniques.

"Waterfalls, raging tides!"

(End of this chapter)