Chapter 242: Reminiscence Maze
In the center of Nightmare City, in front of the Demon King's Castle.
Chu Hengkong raised his sword to block, defending against the reverse-edged sword attack from behind. A black blood bullet shot towards him from the shadows. He remained in his position, only slightly shifting his blade to deflect the blood bullet. The blood reflected at a sharp angle and shot towards the middle floor of a bell tower.
There was a sound of wind from the empty space, and Ye Xing appeared and leaped down, blood grazing his hood. He swung his dagger in mid-air, the short blade like a spike, striking Chu Hengkong's head. Chu Hengkong shook his blade to block, discharging the force into his feet. The ground he stood on suddenly sank three meters. Then he swung his blade, exerting force, and the divine slash brushed the short blade's blade, the red tip of the blade piercing Ye Xing's head.
His mind froze for a moment, the blood-red light of the divine slash blazing, the sharp sound of the sword reaching his brain. The world before him shifted to black and white, like a flowing landscape painting. In this still, black and white world, only Night Walk moved normally.
He slid sideways to avoid the slash, and the blade changed from a stab to a slash, sweeping straight at Chu Hengkong's neck. The black short knife flashed like a meteor, and in the stillness of time, he swung out Thousand Nights of Flashing Stars!
“——Radiance!”
Chu Hengkong's left wrist transformed into an ominous scythe, the order-shattering curse briefly disrupting the stillness of space and time. He swung the scythe to block the twinkling star, and the explosive pressure from the clash sent both men flying. Chu Hengkong stabilised himself by stabilising himself by stabbing the ground with his blade. With a flicker of his night-walking robe, he returned to darkness.
The technique of shadow turning, and the technique of using the Zanshin technique to assassinate while hiding in the darkness of the night.
Chu Hengkong sheathed his sword again. At this moment, Ye Xing disappeared, and the spider was watching him for an opportunity. Although he was in front of the Demon King's City, he could hardly move forward.
He spoke with a trembling spirit: "Fander, do you feel it?"
"I see. That's a tricky idea," said the Eye Demon in his pocket. "That thing should be the secret soul technique of the night walk, but stopping time... or any ability involving time... requires crossing the Second Abyss to truly master it."
"Night Walker didn't reach level 7 before he was alive, so that thing is a degraded version?"
"No, that's why the technique is so powerful, beyond common sense. I only know of one family that has a similar technique, no wonder that guy is so nice to Qing Ye." Fander said, "The essence of all Zanshin techniques is the combination of elements and will. I guess Ye Xing forcibly slowed down or 'severed' the historical record of the current surrounding area by controlling photons. When using the technique, he becomes the only interfering party, so he can move in a static world."
"Can't understand."
"He severed the carrier of time, so you can understand it this way." Vander said, "I can only think of two methods at the moment. Either draw the sword and use the Shura state to overpower the opponent, or use the scythe of disaster to forcibly interrupt the control of the spell. But the scythe of disaster also consumes a lot of energy, so it is difficult to fight."
There's actually a third method, which is to use Thousand Nights' Flash Star to sever the willpower controlling the photons. Ye Xing's current output is too low, and the secret teachings of Shura Island are the best way to break the time stop. But Chu Hengkong doesn't know Thousand Nights' Flash Star. His personality is naturally incompatible with this fighting style, so he can't learn this method of killing the enemy without taking any damage.
Fortunately, Chu Hengkong now had the Heavenly Demon Furnace Heart, and his vitality was different from before, so he could still afford the consumption of the Disaster Scythe for the time being. However, he was more worried about the other messenger's tricks.
"Don't be impulsive, buddy." Vander whispered, "If you lose your temper here, all your efforts will be wasted."
The figure of the broken-hearted vanished, leaving the dark moonlight shimmering across the cold streets. At some point, the city's architecture had warped and transformed, black stone houses transformed into skyscrapers. The neon lights of signs shone through the hazy mist, and the cacophony of street rap mingled with the blaring of horns. In the changing light of the traffic lights, Chu Hengkong spotted the bar he used to pass daily and the glass-walled buildings.
The family headquarters in New York.
He gripped the hilt of the knife tightly, his heart beating heavily, and a murderous aura unconsciously emanated from him. A faint sigh came from the fog, the malicious whisper of the fallen one.
“Some people live their whole lives in the past.”
Dead Body Reanimation·Remembrance Maze.
The image of Earth before him flooded in. Sirens and cries for help followed, followed by deafening explosions and the indelible color of blood that seeped into the rainy night. He returned to the night his family was annihilated, to the day he lost everything. He saw the members of the Velus family rushing out of the fog, replaying the bloody battle he had witnessed in the streets. A weakness he hadn't felt in a long time suddenly seeped through him, like a gunshot wound.
He had just finished fighting Shax at that time... so his gunshot wound hadn't healed yet...
"Damn it, hold on! Brother Chu has already killed 5 and 7!" He heard his younger brother's voice, "Wait until we kill these rubbish-"
"No. 4 is at the headquarters! We will defend..."
Explosions. The intermittent crackle of electricity. Hysterical laughter. In his memory, Chu Hengkong threw two shell casings through the enemy gunman's throat and walked past his younger brother.
"Go prepare the car underground. I'm going back to headquarters now." He heard his own voice, "Leave it to me."
It was his only option then. His boss was still in the building, and he had to save her. The building was about to collapse, so he had to kill the enemy assassins and retreat before then, driving to a safe house. His judgment was correct, and it was his only option then, but…
He needed to break free from the illusion, so he walked forward. He saw himself scaling the outer wall, walking in a straight line up the upper floors of the building. Another explosion, and a man in ostentatious attire laughed wildly amidst the flames. The killer was a single step away from his boss. He saw himself charging forward, roaring like a beast. He killed his enemy in the explosion. He entered his boss's office.
"Dude! Wake up!" Fander shouted, "This is an illusion. Don't pay attention to the tricks of the Fallen!"
This is an illusion, it cannot be disturbed. At that time, the boss was still there, and the car drove out. He wanted to go downstairs to help the boss get into the car... They went downstairs, and then the car door opened. The younger brother came out and handed over a familiar knife.
"The Dark Throne sends greetings," the assassin said.
He didn't have time to snatch the knife away. He should have. He should have realized it was Wang Quan in disguise. He should have realized the face was a mask of human skin. But he didn't. The Sacrificial Snake miscalculated. He watched helplessly as the knife pierced the black suit jacket, the blade about to be stained with blood—
Chu Hengkong suddenly stepped forward, grabbing the knife. At the same moment, he unsheathed his Divine Slash and slashed at the knife-wielding man's head with frantic fury. But the unstoppable blow was blocked, and he saw the enemy's face clearly. That wasn't Wang Quan, that was Ye Xing!
The world froze in black and white, and an irresistible knife slashed directly at his throat. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw "The Boss" transform into black blood and disperse. It was just a controlled corpse. The Fallen One controlling the corpse was in the distance, shaking a pale finger.
"See," the spider whispered, "you can never escape the past."
It's too late to react. The evil wrist is restrained. Should I use the Zanshin Soul Resurrection at this time? Or -
At that moment, he saw the golden arc of a blade, a slash as bright as sunlight. The blade's light pierced his body from behind, but it didn't cause pain, instead clearing his mind. Chu Hengkong instinctively dodged, his speed startling even himself. At the same moment, the gleaming long sword slashed down with immense speed, blocking Ye Xing's attack!
"A surprise attack during an illusion isn't our style, Mr. Nightwalker," a clear female voice echoed through the light. "A fight between warriors should be fair and square, a fight of the heart with the sword!"
Ye Xing slowly sheathed his sword. The girl in the yellow battle uniform stood before him. Her long sword gleamed with the power of her Zanshinjutsu, and her scarf fluttered behind her in the wind. The girl's attire remained unchanged, but something else had changed. Something crucial on the battlefield.
"Mr. Chu, please leave this to me." Qing Ye looked back, "I still owe him a defeat."
"Don't lose this time, genius Zanshin."
He sheathed his blade and fled, leaving the terrifying foe to the young girl. Two-toned slashes crisscrossed behind him, a battle only for the remnant began. He ran through the streets of the illusion. The familiar New York City now seemed eerie and terrifying. The surrounding alleys were blocked by eyeballs and blood vessels, leaving only a single path open. The last bringer of fear blocked the only exit, like a spider trapped in a web.
The spider's face was as gloomy as water; its plan had failed once again. Chu Hengkong was already awake, so he had no choice but to fight in person. Perhaps he would die, perhaps he wouldn't be able to force the opponent to reveal all his hidden cards, but if he could wear down the War Ghost, he would win.
Their lives are all controlled by Vansalar. As long as the Demon King is not dead, they can be resurrected countless times, endlessly resurrecting from the nightmare!
The spider raised its arms, and a foul, smelly web descended from the roof of the city, clutching at the War Ghost with the magic of the Dark Moon. Chu Hengkong was about to attack, but he let go of the hilt and simply charged forward.
He saw specks of crimson, like raindrops falling from a night sky filled with sunset clouds. The crimson dimmed amidst the black blood, then erupted in a brilliant brilliance. Such a fierce force tore through the webs of the Fallen, and the entire illusion burned in a blazing heat!
The fallen who had been blocking the way suddenly vanished, and the limbed spider instantly appeared at the other end of the city, its voluptuous body mired in a mountain of corpses. The source of light floated above the maze's exit, and warm hair brushed against Chu Hengkong's ear.
"That's the way it should be. Don't be confused, don't hesitate, just keep charging forward."
"You are not a man who will be haunted by the past!"
"You've already started lecturing me..." Chu Hengkong chuckled, "You've really grown up."
He crossed paths with the light, bursting through the shattered illusion's exit. In the distance, the limbed spider reared up, its super-fast regenerative power healing the wounds, though its blood still trembled from the blows. Drawing on its vast experience, it had deciphered the enemy's tactics, but its conclusions completely contradicted the scene before it.
There is no way that race could become like this!
"What on earth have you become...?"
The crimson light converged, revealing its true form. The wild horse's body vanished, replaced by slender, powerful legs. A bone-white battle suit enveloped her towering figure. Fluorescent red veins embedded within the armor stretched throughout her body like conduits of energy. Her blood-red hair reached her waist, fading to a blazing orange at the tips. Teardrop-shaped sunglasses covered her pupils, making the golden light appear restrained and soft.
Yet her spirit remained undimmed, her powerful aura carrying the strength gained through hard training. She floated above the nightmare city, her arms folded, a confident smile beaming. Her translucent cape fluttered in the storm, like a blazing fire behind her.
No, that wasn't a cloak. Those were transparent wings, thin as a cicada's wing, the very reason for her transformation. They transcended a moment's burst of energy, reaching a sustained, extreme speed, allowing her to leap the barriers between islands with her flesh and blood.
The path to forging destiny and returning to unity, Sephiroth 4, Chengkong Wing!
"I am Qingxia, the passionate Blood Knight, the leader of all battles in the wilderness of despair!"
(End of this chapter)
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