Chapter 132 The battle began the moment their eyes met.

"etc!"

Surprisingly, that crazy bastard actually stopped.

He turned his head slightly, and although I couldn't quite make out his expression, he did seem to be listening to what was happening on the other side.

With no time to think further, Sheng strode forward, stepping over the pile of corpses and fragments, and finally stopped ten steps away from the sword demon.

This is already a very dangerous position.

Based on the sum of the opponent's arm length and the sword length, one only needs to raise their hand and make a slight movement to easily cut Sheng, who is standing not far away.

"I think we need to talk."

Taking a deep breath, Sheng tried to begin his persuasion: "I know you've been through a lot..."

But he was quickly cut off by that cold, hard voice: "You know nothing."

“Go back. If you want to struggle in this beautiful dream for a while longer, then don’t try to get close to me again. Otherwise, I won’t hesitate to send you on your way.”

Thick-soled boots trudged through the soft, damp mud, soaked with blood and chunks of flesh, and began to move away with a rustling sound.

“He saved us on the road, but… I didn’t know he was that kind of person…”

The mountain's whispers rang in his ears, but they did not reach the boy in the distance who was still determined to chase after the departing man's back.

Then, just as Sheng was about to leave my defensive range, and just as I was considering whether to move forward, a sharp, piercing wind howled in.

Although I reflexively deployed the defensive barrier, it was far too hasty, and after only a slight flicker, tiny cracks appeared on its thin outer edge.

The soft cap that held down her hair was blown away, and her green, tousled hair danced wildly and messily.

Damn it, could that be a secret technique unique to the Sword Saint, the ability to project one's aura outwards?

Because of what just happened, I felt my pupils trembling unnaturally. But quickly, as I forcibly suppressed my shock, my fully activated rationality switched to analytical mode, allowing me to analyze everything that had just occurred in that instant and draw conclusions as quickly as possible.

No, that's not it. Although it's similar, it's still missing something. It's only somewhat similar, or rather, it barely scratches the surface.

Just like what Miyuki showed me before.

It resembled a burning flame or scattered light, flickering and changing, but in reality, it was far less powerful than the special effects depicted.

Most of the power was lost in the dazzling and eye-catching effects.

There was also the factor that the other party showed some leniency when they made the move, but that's not the case anymore.

Of course, this is also within my consideration.

As for the excessively shrill and sharp aura, it was perhaps due to the long accumulation of time and the assistance of the blade that the final result was even greater than that of the Miyuki Hand Blade.

If it's only at this level, I can barely react.

I quickly stepped forward, pulled Sheng back behind me, and set up a new defensive barrier. Only then did I have the confidence to face that madman head-on.

He looked genuinely surprised; for the first time, a slight distortion appeared on his cold face in the warm glow of the firelight, causing him to hesitate for a moment as he sheathed his sword.

"...This is the final warning."

He hesitated for a moment, then sheathed his straight sword, seemingly still trying to distance himself from us: "Don't come near me, or you'll be killed by your own curiosity."

"...Should we leave?"

Xiaoxi, who was at the very back, sounded like she was about to cry.

Sheng seemed to want to say something more, but it was clear that the bastard didn't seem to want to listen to him.

Because he did indeed have some oversights in his understanding of him.

And part of the reason is that his strength is completely insufficient to support the content of what he says.

Vast disparities in strength can easily lead to inequality in status between people, especially in today's chaotic and disorganized context, where this is particularly evident.

However, if the information we've seen before is correct, perhaps we can find a breakthrough here.

There's an old saying that goes something like this: A person's essence cannot be completely changed, even if they are forced to change a lot after a long period of time and many experiences.

That's roughly the idea.

Maybe I should give it a try.

Pressing down on Sheng's shoulder, who looked troubled and opened his mouth as if to speak, I looked into his eyes for a moment by the firelight, watching the warm orange flames slowly and laboriously die out in his eyes, before finally pursing his dry, pale lips and nodding gently.

He now looks like a slender sapling that has just been transplanted to the sandy shore of a reef that is often licked by storms and tides. Even if it manages to take root, it will still sway and tremble when faced with danger.

This is not a game character he is familiar with.

For him, understanding this might be difficult.

His precognition allowed him to anticipate events many steps ahead, seeing the general outline and possible developments of future events, but it prevented him from grasping every single detail.

Especially people's hearts.

Because people's hearts are fickle.

No matter how much they are promoted, their will and emotions will not be swayed by external factors.

That's just because the price wasn't right.

Therefore, I need to prepare a new, appropriate price.

I gestured for the three people, who were uneasy about the unexpected situation, to settle down here first, and to do a quick clean-up of the dismembered bodies on the ground. After setting up a concealment and protection barrier in this space, I looked in the direction that bastard in the black trench coat had left and slowly chased after him.

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