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

Honkai energy is converted into primordial electrical and thermal energy, thereby generating terrifying power that makes the fist force unparalleled.

However, another parallel system also began to operate. The frequency of the Honkai energy was adjusted to a suitable range, and the new cannons that unfolded from the front of the gauntlets began to accumulate, preparing to release the Honkai wave.

Boom boom boom!

The two fists pressed together.

Amidst the violent roar of the earth sinking, the raging wave unleashed by the girl's fist shattered the Honkai wave released by the white Titan. Clearly, in such a battle with little time to build up power, it could not display its full might.

The fire and light were shattered by the immortal, as easily and decisively as tearing away a painting before one's eyes.

But at the very moment the final inch strike hit Titan, the Inch Heart Fist technique, which had never made a mistake in hundreds or thousands of years, made an unbelievable error.

This time, the arrangement of the inspiration memes had a flaw at the moment when the immortal should have ended the battle, causing the Honkai energy arrangement structure of this final punch to collapse on its own, and the punch's force was forced to dissipate by more than half.

But Titan's swinging fist still carried a terrifying power, coldly pressing down.

At the same time, [Thousand Stars] was forced to withdraw due to the disordered flow of Honkai energy within her body.

Like the last straw that broke the camel's back, the sweet words and clanging sounds in the girl's ears faded away, and her slender body was blown away like a kite with a broken string by an unparalleled force.

In that moment of shock, the battle-hardened body instinctively used force-dissipating techniques to rotate and deflect most of the force.

After fully realizing what had happened, the immortal sighed.

She thought to herself, feeling a little lost and confused.

Was it a mistake?

How long...

Or do you remember ever making a mistake while throwing a punch?

That must be in a distant memory, sealed away by herself, where that innocent girl and her father were learning the basics of martial arts, earnestly drawing that perhaps uncertain but beautiful future with each punch and kick.

In its original form, Cunxin Boxing was just an ordinary martial art.

The way he had failed to throw a punch before might not have been a big deal in the past, but now it was proof that his body was becoming increasingly damaged.

How much longer can they fight?

Before the question could be answered, the expected pain of rolling to the ground did not come. The gentle force spun away all the residual force, and then the body naturally fell into the arms of an unfamiliar person.

The boy's hands circled her soft knees and back, while he simultaneously tugged at a section of the not-quite-torn silver-gray skirt, his movements elegant and polite.

The standard princess carry stunned Fu Hua. She recalled that she had never been treated like this before. Even though the hands were very proper, the touch on her skin still made her unconsciously shake her slender legs.

He frowned and asked:

"Are you alright, Hua?"

Su Qing'an placed her on a chair, wiped away the blood that had spilled from the girl's lips with a tissue, tore his coat into strips and wrapped them around her bare feet before releasing his grip on her bare feet and placing them on the ground.

This action naturally prevented her from being injured by glass shards. Unlike before, when she could ignore these details with skill and speed, Fu Hua, who had suffered injuries both internally and externally, could hardly pay attention to these minor details.

Her pale, delicate face resembled a flower petal falling hazily in the mist, possessing a captivating charm that evoked pity.

The frozen lake of the heart was now churned into a raging ocean, with violent emotions wreaking havoc like sharp blades.

The inner demon that was suppressed by Rin's power last time has reappeared.

Once the peaceful daily routine is over, this devil will arrive as promised, as long as there is even the slightest intense emotional fluctuation.

Like a gentleman who never breaks his promise.

Kill the person in front of you.

"I would have done it even without you telling me," the boy replied indifferently.

Dismantle that bulky machine.

I will.

You can do it, Su Qing'an. You are stronger than you think.

Artificial Stigmata? We don't need such inferior things.

"Don't you have something more powerful? It's in your soul, right inside your heart, where a greater demon, a greater evil, resides!"

The illusory whispers filled his mind, and he roared furiously.

[Do you know why you can't use the holy mark that the god gave you? You're not qualified, but I am! Give me your body for a moment; this level of trash doesn't require much effort to kill.]

[Hahahaha, isn't this a great deal? You just need to let me get some fresh air, and you get a victory in return.]

The inner demon laughed loudly, seemingly omnipresent. Increasingly heavy, illusory double images and hallucinations lingered in his senses, finally dragging his consciousness into the lake of his heart.

Standing in the center of the lake, Su Qing'an frowned slightly as she gazed at the tumultuous scene within.

"You've talked even more nonsense this time."

"I don't need to deal with the distorted products of emotional remnants."

"I wouldn't believe such nonsense."

As the boy's clear, cold voice faded, the lake of my heart froze back to its original state, or perhaps the previous scene was just an illusion created by my inner demons.

Back to reality.

Su Qing'an looked at the Titan, which had once again deployed its Vulcan machine gun, and the man's arrogant, loud laughter, and said calmly:

“I will tear it apart, in my own way.”

126. I can only speak to your corpse.

Su Qing'an had always considered ways to win without sacrificing his life, even though he didn't have much room to maneuver due to various factors and realities. But not giving up hope was the only thing he could do.

In the final battle in the Sacred Mark Space, he forcibly increased the operating speed of [Thousand Stars] to its maximum, reaching a limit that was previously unattainable. Even though he still suffered a crushing defeat in the end, the actual effect of this approach cannot be denied.

Now, what he is about to do is a similar but completely opposite action.

That is, by using the lowest possible release power, even someone with extremely poor adaptability to body collapse energy can use [Thousand Stars] without having to use artificial stigmata.

It's inevitable that the amplification effect won't be as strong as the original power, but it will still give him a completely new breadth of combat capabilities.

They can stand firm on this level of battlefield without relying on external aids.

Su Qing'an had tried for a long time, and the probability that he would successfully use it without getting injured was fifty percent.

The realm of still water.

A dust-free realm.

Each level of the realm is a leap forward but parallel path. The Realm of Still Water represents absolute control over the body, while the Realm of Dustless enhances this effect and amplifies the previously almost non-existent ability to control Honkai energy.

The realm beyond this might become increasingly closer to the Sword God that Fu Hua spoke of.

At this moment, Su Qing'an immersed his consciousness in the lake of his heart, maximizing the first two levels of the Taixu Sword Qi.

The gradual, incremental increase in flow, like a tiny thread, can steadily and boldly construct a familiar structure within the body in a very short time.

As if a sighing breeze gently swept by, Su Qing calmed the girl's impending action, while the grander, more intense atmosphere gradually intensified, creating a pleasant commotion in their ears.

The next instant, the sparks from the bullets didn't even touch the hem of their clothes, and Su Qing'an was already holding Fu Hua in mid-air again.

Schrödinger's "Thousand Stars," a phenomenon where only success and failure exist, responded to the boy's expectations at this moment.

If it's successful, then it doesn't count as a breach of contract.

Fu Hua's soft arms instinctively wrapped around the boy's neck. Her breath and the touch of her hair against his skin created a romantic and ambiguous atmosphere.

The girl calmly and quietly said:

"You reduced the power of the Thousand Stars? A smart move."

Su Qing'an didn't notice the slight blush on the earlobes of the person in his arms. He said softly and earnestly:

"more than."

The boy stepped on Titan's head, and before Fu Hua could warn him, the boy's reaction made both Fu Hua and Welt feel strange.

The White Titan stopped moving.

why is that?

The man roared in frustration:

"Move! You piece of junk, kill them!"

These two guys, who inexplicably replaced the original invitees from who-knows-where, kept annoyingly running around. Apart from the punch from the white titan earlier, all his other attacks were just playing a game of drawing outlines of human bodies, and he couldn't even touch the hem of their clothes.

The humiliation of being fooled weighed heavily on Walter's pride, making anger almost burst out of his head.

Now, Su Qing'an stood arrogantly atop Titan, the girl in his arms embracing him peacefully, her profile beautiful. The swaying, tattered hem of her dress partially obscured her snow-white skin, creating a hazy effect.

This scene resembles a hero standing on the boss's throne in the Demon King's castle, holding a princess.

And now he was the BOSS, and the scene before him was clearly mocking his incompetence.

Walter's eyes were bloodshot, and the whites of his eyes were covered by blood-red threads, making him look even more sickly.

His voice became low and somber:

"You're rats sent by Destiny, aren't you? You're really troublesome. But it's fine, it's only a matter of time before I meet you here. I once fought an S-class Valkyrie in Changkong City, but I couldn't settle the score with that short nun because of the mission."

"But none of you are S-rank, are you? One is A-rank? And there's a male with poor Honkai energy adaptability? Even if you use some strange techniques to temporarily increase your speed, that's all you'll get."

"I don't know what methods you used to cut off Titan's signal, but I am the First Herrscher! You piece of trash, die!"

Walter opened his arms and stood in the void.

The gravitational field intertwined to form the steps beneath his feet, and the increasingly violent Honkai energy fluctuations were approaching the initial operational state of Sato Yuno's pseudo-Herrscher core.

The sudden increase in gravity began to tear apart the building debris that had been shattered by the aftershocks of the battle. All the debris floated around him. Clearly, this was the only fighting method he knew, one that was convenient and purely violent. However, given his location on a high-rise building, this method of attack was undoubtedly very intimidating.

The girl frowned and said:

"We can't let him continue like this; three minutes have already passed."

These words stemmed from her compulsive habit of resolving battles in five minutes and her dislike of the hassle of processing reports afterwards.

Su Qing'an responded affirmatively, placing the girl in his arms on Titan's head and saying:

"It will be over soon; he was just a defective product."

"Whether it's strength or mentality."