Regarding the question of whether one thousand lives are enough to beat Honkai Impact 3rd.

Su Qing'an naturally remained calm.

Whether out of his martial spirit or to put the two of them at ease, he must not show the slightest fear.

So what if the most useful element in your hand, "momentum," is useless?

He still has a sword and fists.

Su Qing'an was no longer the boy who would flee in panic at the sight of assassins.

Even when facing life-or-death situations, he can now remain calm and composed.

He drew his sword.

The first strike in a swordsman's drawing sword technique is often the fastest and most powerful strike.

But Su Qing'an is different.

He is very steady.

The arc, power, and speed of each sword strike are reproduced layer by layer as if replicated.

In the repetitive motion of sheathing and drawing the sword, the blood radiates a unique brilliance.

The boy did not stop. The number of the enemy was not actually exaggerated. Roughly speaking, the number of monsters and villagers combined was less than a hundred. In order to form an encirclement, he did not have to deal with many enemies at the same time within ten steps.

Visual estimations of spatial distance and positional calculations flowed clearly in my mind, and finally, intuitive corrections were used to arrive at the optimal solution for leaving the area and striking the enemy with my sword.

The tough hides and muscles of the monsters became obstacles to the blades. Even with the simplest and fastest swordsmanship, the material of the blade itself determined that its lifespan on the battlefield would not be long.

After cutting through the Honkai energy crystals inside the monster's body, the katana was already close to disintegrating.

It was a mistake.

Faced with ancient Honkai Beasts that are rarely mentioned in textbooks, Su Qing'an not only has no way to use information advantage against them, but also encounters unknown situations.

For example, right now, the deer in front of us, whose head has been cut off, has tendons all over its body that should be crystalline substances formed from Honkai energy.

Such examples are probably not unusual, and it wouldn't be surprising if there were more and more monsters like this in the future.

With a casual swift stroke, Su Qing'an severed the villager's head. Glancing at the fine, spreading cracks on the blade, he realized that the easiest period of combat was over.

In the end, let this knife release a little of its remaining heat.

The teacher is right; every sword is destined to be broken on the battlefield.

In that instant, Su Qing'an channeled all his strength into a single, skillful force that flowed into the blade.

Immediately, he swung his sword.

The knife broke.

Fragments swirled and danced before the boy, each fragment, whether small or large, carrying a heavy force.

The villagers, who had not been significantly strengthened by the Honkai, fell to the ground as if hit by bullets.

The terrifying kinetic energy and sharp, irregular edge made it an excellent concealed weapon.

The boy returned the remaining section of the hilt of the sword to its sheath.

Immediately, he threw a punch.

Su Qing'an's combat power is based on the premise of squeezing out the body's potential; otherwise, with the physical qualities of a simple ordinary person, many techniques would be impossible to sustain.

Therefore, his physical strength is depleted very quickly.

But before all their power was exhausted, there were over a hundred monsters and humans present.

There is no rival.

70. The gradual approach of the ending.

Yae Shrine.

The priestess knelt on the bluestone slab, remaining silent.

The ancient trees planted all around withered from the fire, and flames and black smoke surrounded the view.

The shrine is also on fire.

destroy.

The world is teetering on the brink of collapse.

The fire spread, its crimson color burning everything away.

The scene in the priestess's eyes gradually overlapped with that of five hundred years ago.

It's the same ending.

Even now, Yae Sakura still can't forgive anyone.

I can't forgive myself either.

Yae Sakura murmured to herself:

"This is the end, isn't it?"

A dark red mist flashed by, and the devil whispered.

[Are you just going to ignore them? You stupid shrine maiden.]

The priestess laughed:

“They will come, Higokumaru. It’s time to end this farce.”

"Five hundred years have passed. Thank you for accompanying a good-for-nothing like me for so long."

The mist surrounded the priestess, clearing away the thick smoke and flames that were near her.

The place where the priestess knelt formed a distinct boundary with the outside world.

[Hmph, you might as well just die a peaceful death, you idiot.]

I will go out, and I will destroy human civilization.

Yae Sakura reached out and brushed away the mist, saying:

"Human?"

"Hiyokumaru, do you really hate humans that much?"

"You've been hating for so long, aren't you tired?"

The devil remained silent for a while, and finally, the long-confused sea of ​​consciousness gave an answer.

Aren't you tired? Yae Sakura, you're still so naive. This question is no longer important.

Yae Sakura smiled.

After spending so many years together, she had already guessed some things.

She said:

"Yes, it doesn't matter anymore."

Yes. It doesn't matter anymore.

After countless years of erosion by the links of the Honkai consciousness, the source of that hatred is no longer important. The current Himeko is merely a messenger of Honkai, and the original hatred has long been replaced by other things.

And those who are still struggling and resisting.

Only the little girl named Rin remained.

Yae Sakura said that Higokumaru had been with her for five hundred years, but in Rin's opinion, it was Yae Sakura who had been with him for five hundred years.

She had played house with him for five hundred years, so Rin's consciousness was still alive and she still had the ability to resist.

For five hundred years, Yae Sakura and Rin together bound the demon named Hishigomaru to this place.

Rin was actually very happy. Spending so much time with her sister was an incredibly luxurious reward for her.

After witnessing Sato Yuno break free from the Honkai consciousness, other thoughts began to arise in her mind.

Perhaps, there is even more I can give to Yae Sakura.

But giving this gift will be very, very difficult.

Relying solely on herself and on Yae Sakura is not enough.

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Yae Rin understood the ending.

The older sister killed her father for her own sake.

In countless cycles of reincarnation, this was the first time Yae Sakura had made such a decision.

Yes, only this once.

Only this time, even if it was extremely brief, did Yae Sakura truly treat him as a younger sister.

That genuine love warmed her heart and made her finally make up her mind.

But, the older brother and Theresa...

Yae Rin was moved.

Even with Theresa's eyes covered, she could still see everything in the Stigmata Space.

Both Theresa's anxious yet increasingly resolute eyes and Su Qing'an's blood-stained clothes were clearly visible.

Perhaps she could have made the ending even better.

Su Qing'an adjusted his breathing rhythm. His physical strength had begun to decline, and the spasms caused by overuse of his muscles were forcibly calmed down multiple times by the technique of whole-body strength.

boom!

The force pierced through the monster's head, and the sound of it shattering its internal matter was like a sudden, thunderous roar.

This is a sign that he can't control his strength, because his physical strength is almost exhausted, and his energy is inevitably starting to dissipate.

The boy's fists were stained with blood, proving that he no longer had the strength to even muster the strength to shake off the blood.

Su Qing'an stood tall, like a pine tree standing firm in the cold winter. The young man's expression was indifferent and calm. He silently wiped the bloodstains on his cheek with his sleeve and covered his slightly trembling fingers with his sleeve.

After the knife shattered, Su Qing'an used his explosive power to kill all the enemies in front of him with each punch.