Chapter 27: Double Shadow Rondo
Xiaxue stood in the hall of the central control room of the transformed weapons (war weapons) in the center of Chita, smiling leisurely, watching Beichen and his group walk into the middle of the huge hall in a dusty manner.
In the middle of the hall, a huge golden transparent sphere is suspended, with a large piece of high-purity Star Spirit Ore wrapped in the middle of the sphere. Countless thick wires hang from the ceiling, connected to the sphere, emitting a faint light. Below the sphere, there is a small round platform. Looking down from above, you can see through the transparent platform the huge golden Star Spirit Power surging below and some unknown substances that look like the trunk of a Star Spirit Ore tree.
——I'm afraid this is the "central point" for creating new Manzu.
"It came pretty quickly."
The black-haired, golden-eyed Star Vein raised his eyebrows and smiled, took a few steps forward, opened his arms, and made a welcoming gesture to the newcomer.
"I didn't expect that with a Star Killer-level dragon, so many violent iron ghosts couldn't hold off for much longer. So—Hercules was defeated by you, too?"
Beichen dusted off his clothes and hair, tidied his appearance, and tried to look more relaxed.
"Hercules."
"Ah—that's a bit inappropriate. That was the name of the original possessed Moon Envoy. Now that he's been possessed by the consciousness of the Scarlet Spirit Turret, he should be called Scarlet Spirit."
"You mean him? He's definitely been defeated."
Beichen said this proudly, putting his hands on his hips.
"Now you're the only one left—and..."
She glanced at one end of the hall - Fei Bai was busy operating something in front of a large machine in the distance.
Xiaxue shrugged.
"Even if you defeat this temporary body, don't forget that the Red Spirit Turret itself is still intact. Besides, don't think that I, the former number one combat weapon, will be easy to deal with."
Beichen smiled with a complicated expression.
"It's true that even if all of us work together, we might not be able to defeat the Red Spirit Turret. But do you think you and Feibai... can defeat so many of us here?"
Xiaxue was silent for a few seconds, then shook his head.
"Perhaps not. It's not that I can't gather helpers, but I'm being a villain for very personal reasons, so I shouldn't drag unrelated people into this."
"Then why would Feibai—? Xiaopeng told me that not long after Feibai left Elysion, you left too. Did you go to win him over?"
"Because he's perfect for being a villain like me. And I didn't push him at all."
Xiaxue said as he narrowed his eyes and glanced at Feibai's back.
"His situation... in some ways, is even lonelier than mine."
“…”
"Xiaxue." Beichen frowned and stretched out his hand, the black claw on the back of his hand pointing straight ahead. "I have never seen a demon king whose power is much smaller than that of a hero. I really don't want to outnumber the weak. Let's fight alone."
Xiaxue glared when he heard this, his expression slightly distorted, as if he was humiliated, but then he thought, maybe this was also because Beichen didn't want to hurt his gentleness. After all, for them, besieging him would be an insult to themselves.
"Well, it seems that you still don't want to admit that I am your enemy."
The emperor-level warrior shook his head helplessly, and a mocking and sad light flashed in his golden eyes.
Then he raised the gorgeous black and gold sword in his hand towards Beichen and his group.
"Feibai, please stop for a moment."
The figure in the distance stopped, turned around, and stared at Xiaxue's back.
"If I lose, remember to open 'that' immediately."
"……good."
Beichen frowned at the ambiguous words between the two, but Xiaxue ignored it.
"Since you're so kind to us, I'm not going to play any tricks anyway. I'll just be frank with you. In 30 riels, the Red Spirit Turret will launch its first attack. It won't be directed at the Wanzu, but a scattered attack aimed at the land of Senagard."
"...What?! Hasn't Wan Zu started creating violent iron ghosts yet?!"
Now, everyone on Beichen's side changed their expressions.
Xiaxue twisted his mouth in amusement: "He also knows that the violent iron ghost alone can't cause much damage, so he launched an attack first to pave the way? If the violent iron ghost attacks again at night, people might not have such a good time, right? And if they attack Wanzu at this time..."
"Damn it...!!" Beichen cursed angrily, "What on earth is it trying to achieve by doing this!?"
"He's not after anything. He only has a desire for bloodshed and destruction, and hasn't even formed the basics of a complete personality. As a turret, of course he uses destruction to relieve his boredom. Why don't you fly over now and ask, interview him?"
"Then we don't have time to whine with you! Everyone, turn around and head to Crimson Moon first!"
"Wait, wait, wait—"
Xiaxue shook the sword in his hand,
"Don't underestimate me, okay? Now that you're here, do you think I'll let you go unless you defeat me?"
“Tsk!”
Beichen smacked her lips, but Yaye patted her shoulder to signal her not to be anxious, then turned around and raised his eyebrows and smiled at the people behind him.
"Hey boys, leave this to Damn Matcha. How about we go to the front and fight that seemingly powerful Red Spirit Turret?"
"Ya Ye!?"
Beichen exclaimed.
"Don't worry, do you think we are so useless? Even if you are not here, we can still handle it on our own, right?"
When the others heard Yaye say this, they nodded in agreement, so Beichen accepted it after some consideration.
"Then idiot Shadow and Little Loach stay, we're going!"
"Wait! Twin brothers!"
Seeing Heihuo and Sujie leaving Beichen's hands and transforming into human form, Xiang Ying pulled them back with some surprise.
"Master, what you're going to do next is hand-to-hand combat. If it comes to close combat, you're more suitable than me, right?"
"This isn't a question of suitability, you idiot Shadow—"
Heihuo shook his head helplessly, while Sujie lowered his voice and patted Xiang Ying's shoulder.
"Xifeng just avenged himself, didn't he? Don't you want to avenge yourself? This guy has been trying to steal your place next to Little Loach time and time again, huh?"
Hearing this, Xiang Ying's expression gradually became serious.
"That's true. You can say anything to me, but if you want to take away my position as the master's sword... I can't just sit there and do nothing. Master, please allow me to take on this fight!"
"no problem!"
Beichen held Xiang Ying's hand, then nodded vigorously to the others.
"Everyone, fight a great battle! I'll come to you as soon as possible!!"
Finally, only Beichen, Xiangying, Xiaxue and Feibai were left in the large hall.
The spacious hall, originally used to create the new Wanzu, seemed especially empty now that there were fewer people. Xiaxue and Beichen each occupied one side of the hall, one holding a black-gold longsword, the other a white, shimmering, crystal-textured longsword.
"Before we fight, let me tell you, in order to avoid damaging surrounding equipment, try not to use star power, okay?"
Xiaxue raised his sword and took a stance.
"If this place is destroyed, it will be of no benefit to either you or me."
"You're right. Let's have a duel as pure 'swordsmen'."
Beichen held Xiangying in his hand and also made a fighting stance.
"...Then let's begin."
When the last word fell, two figures, one black and one white, disappeared from their original places, and then collided with each other in the middle of the hall!
With a loud clang, the gorgeous black sword body and the white sword body collided, producing several dazzling sparks, and then were suddenly separated by the sword holders.
After their initial probing attack, the swordsman in black and the swordsman in white simultaneously took a few steps back, slightly raised their center of gravity, held their swords horizontally, and with a point between them as the center point, they slowly moved their feet horizontally, making a circle - like two beasts about to duel, silently observing each other's weaknesses.
Then, almost simultaneously, within a fraction of a second, they both suddenly switched from ambush to a fierce attack, each crouching down and launching a swift, lightning-fast thrust forward!
The white firefly-like sword light and the black domineering sword light collided with each other, making a clanging sound again, and this loud metallic buzzing sound, like a horn, officially sounded the prelude to the duel.
This is a battlefield like a painting.
A tall and burly black warrior, facing a petite and agile white human figure.
The white, transparent sword body that reflected beautiful light chopped the black, textured blade that shone with golden light.
In the golden pupils filled with fighting spirit, reflected was the enemy's provocative smile with a figure that was sure of victory.
The bright white light traced a complex trajectory in the air, like a ribbon of light, accompanied by a pleasant whistling sound of spirit particles, heading straight for the opponent's throat;
The golden blade of the black sword unhesitatingly drew a simple, direct, yet deadly long straight line, forming an impenetrable attack net, and struck back with the force to sever everything.
Then they converged at one point, striking out once again with black and white sparks!!
The white-clad swordsman thrust forward, slashed upward, and twisted his wrist to create a complex sword pattern aimed at the opponent's heart, but was violently cut open by the black blade. He had to jump back a few steps in embarrassment to avoid the furious counterattack.
The black-clad swordsman slashed with his sword, swung it sideways, and with a powerful step forward, he stabbed his opponent's lower body with a sudden flick of his arm. However, the opponent leaped into the air, performing a beautiful somersault in the air like a white kite, then raised his sword high, once again carrying the momentum of dominating all things.
Heavy slash!!
boom!
The intertwined two-colored fighting spirits violently collided with each other with the two of them as the center, and then spread out in all directions, driving waves of whistling air currents that blew up the lapels of the two people's clothes;
The two-toned sword light merged, using the space between them as a canvas, weaving a heroic scroll filled with murderous intent. Black ink was covered by the white brush, and the white smear was heavily covered by the black scratches. The two colors refused to give in, constantly covering each other's invasion;
The blades butted and bounced off each other;
After the blades bounced off each other, they drew a huge arc in the air and returned again;
After the blade turns back, choose a new attack point and stab or cross again;
After the swords cross, they reverse direction and use tricky angles to block the opponent's attack;
The black one is as domineering and ferocious as a roaring black panther, while the white one is as nimble and precise as a cunning snake. Two completely different swords, two completely different fighting styles, two completely different thoughts, at this moment, on the battlefield, in the most primitive, naked, and unconcealed state, they intersect, merge, collide, and attempt to devour each other.
She took tricky steps to find opportunities to attack, and nimbly dodged his sword light.
He took steady steps and launched a direct attack that was difficult to meet head-on, crossing the sword to defend against her sneak attack.
Sometimes they were extremely close, sometimes they were extremely far apart, alternating between real and fake, soft and hard, it was impossible to tell which move was a test and which was a trap. Every time when one side almost thought it was about to succeed, the other side always found a way to evade and release the attack at the last moment, and so on and so forth -
From the perspective of an outsider, this dazzling array of attack and defense, this dizzying battle that sometimes splits and sometimes merges, almost gives people the illusion that they are not fighting.
Instead, it looked like the man in black and the girl in white were dancing to an intense and emotional dance!
Otherwise, why do the expressions on their faces look so focused and happy, as if something is making them feel very satisfied?
"I forgot to ask one last question."
Amid the intertwined sword lights, Beichen spoke with a slight breath.
"What?"
Xiaxue opened Beichen's front thorn and answered with the same light panting.
"You created this Wanzu reconstruction device, which means you ultimately want Senagard to be better. At most, you just want to change the world, not destroy everything in it. So why are you siding with the turret now?"
"Yes, why—"
A somewhat bitter smile appeared on Xiaxue's lips.
"What if I say I'm just tired of living and want a reason to be killed?"
"If this is really the reason, I will look down on you!"
Beichen narrowed his eyes, swung his backhand and slashed at Ying's sword with force! This blow was so powerful that Xiaxue took a step back.
"Didn't you say you were going to save Theresa?! If she's saved and you die, what reason will she have to live?!"
"If you really want someone to come back from another world, you'll do it no matter the cost! If Xiang Ying had died, and someone offered you your life in exchange, wouldn't you have done it too?!"
Xiaxue roared and thrust forward with all his might, causing Beichen's face to change color. He barely dodged it by jumping backwards, but—
"I won't do that! It's not that I don't love Xiang Ying, but it's because I love him! I won't sacrifice myself unilaterally and let Xiang Ying live in guilt forever! And Xiang Ying is not Theresa──"
She roared, and with a flick of her sword tip, the overwhelming sword light formed a silver-white light curtain that attacked the opponent—
"Xiang Ying wants to live, but Theresa, have you ever asked her if she still wants to come back? If you really love her, would you want to travel through ten thousand years to turn her from a corpse into a living person? It took her hundreds of years to finally let you leave without worry! You don't love her at all, you love yourself!!"
Tsk!!
As these words were spoken, golden blood spurted out from the torn black fabric, splashing onto the silver sword and the ground around him. Xiaxue remained in a daze, pierced by the light curtain, and fell back violently for more than ten meters. Then, within a few seconds, a small pool of golden blood slowly seeped out from under his body.
——As expected, he lost.
He didn't lose because of his sword skills, but because of his heart. He kept wavering and was far less determined than the person on the opposite side.
Beichen gasped for breath as he walked up to him lying on the ground, pointing the tip of his sword at him.
"Xiaxue, I don't care what your reasons are, what your thoughts are, or even if you told a few lies—but now that you've lost, you must obey my orders as the winner and give up all that. The path you could take is clearly wide open, so why are you so stubbornly heading down a dead end?"
"Dead end?"
Xiaxue's mouth twitched, and he slowly sat up from the ground, then used his sword to support himself and stood up shakily.
"It's different because everyone has different ideas."
As he spoke, he moved slowly—then suddenly accelerated and rushed in a certain direction! !
Beichen's expression changed, and he chased after him, but Xiaxue had already reached out and placed his hand on the huge golden sphere in the center of the hall!
"Fei Bai! Activate the life center reconstruction device!!"
The Star Vein Species, covered in blood, roared with a ferocious smile of desperation!
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