The force fed back from Shen Ming'an was too strong, and Su Ming'an finally couldn't hold the sword anymore.
With a collision, the bones of the white hand used to play the piano were twisted into a knot, blood gushed out, everything was bright red, the joints were dislocated, and the nails were turned outward.
The left arm was broken and the right hand was fractured.
Blood dripped onto the ground, splashing out in streaks.
Alman's sword fell to the ground, leaving a crack.
“Crack, crack, crack—”
Accompanied by a crisp cracking sound - this companion weapon that had accompanied Su Mingan for ten worlds from the second world to the eleventh world, this top player weapon that had evolved from green level all the way to gold level, this weapon that was invincible and represented the sword of destiny in the old days... broke into two pieces.
The tip of the sword was stained with the blood of God, and the silver turned into gold.
A small section of the sword blade was exposed in the hilt, and the gap looked like a broken cervical vertebra.
——Like a decapitated head.
“…”
The god An did not pursue. His white hair fluttered like silver-white threads in the remaining sword wind. His right shoulder was empty, with a few pieces of torn skin and upper arm bones hanging down.
He still holds the sword in his left hand, and it seems that he is the winner.
But at the moment when Su Mingan's Alman sword cracked——
“Crack—”
The sword in Shenming An's hand also broke with a sound.
The tip of the sword fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
"clang--!"
The god An, who fights only with "human" power except for the power of gods... turns out to be not superior to Su Ming'an.
But Su Mingan still won.
Because he still persists.
He squatted down, stretched out his trembling hands, and tried again and again to pick up the broken sword, wanting to use the remaining tip of the sword to continue fighting.
His arms hung limply like a scarecrow fallen in the wind.
Blood was gushing out, his face was extremely pale, and he almost fell down at the first blow.
The bones in his hands were all twisted, the joints were dislocated and broken, and they were all shocking white and blood red.
"...What are you insisting on?" Shenming An said softly.
The words were double entendres and the voice was full of confusion.
Su Mingan grasped the broken sword, his hand clenched, his bones creaking in pain.
What is he insisting on?
Maybe there really is something that must be persisted.
It's him... it's him as Su Ming'an, just as Su Ming'an, not for anything else, it's something clean and pure that belongs to him.
…
[“These short words are endowed with magical power. It seems that once they are spoken, they evoke solemn and vague images in people’s minds.”]
…
He didn't care about justice, selflessness, salvation, or anything else. These lofty, deafening, solemn and vague concepts were not important to him.
…
[“As soon as it was spoken, it seemed to conquer everyone’s free will, making them willing to uphold the meaning of these words.”]
…
He only knew that compared to other desires such as love, appetite, and power... compared to those desires that were obvious, popular, sought after, and extremely exciting...
…
[“You are only being coerced into elevating a short word to a profound ideal. The so-called ideal and honor are nothing more than flowers framed beyond tools.”]
…
Compared to those,
What he was holding in his hands, what he was seeing with his eyes, what he was pursuing in his heart, what he had seriously thought about, everything about his hometown and old friends...
These,
——These are the reasons why he was willing to die.
…
[“Ideals are just forms, tools, and concepts. Satisfying your own desires and needs is fundamental. In an extreme case of putting the cart before the horse, you regard all your other reasonable desires and needs as ‘useless’, which is an extremely dangerous manifestation.”]
…
These “inverted ends”.
That is the depth of his heart,
The most dangerous
The most stubborn,
The most terrifying
The most evil,
And the most hopeless... [deepest desires and needs].
He is, needs them.
…
They are the most evil and the most lustful thing in his heart——【Desire】.
…
…
“——Let him go!!”
Suddenly, a long sword that was as red as fire and as molten from magma, like the sword of Pangu who created the world, split through the layers of branches and leaves and stabbed straight down!
A young man wearing a retro long gown with golden dragon-patterned buttons appeared in the fiery red sky, riding a giant dragon. In an instant, the sky was filled with rosy clouds, as bright as day.
The giant dragon raised its head high and roared, shaking the trees and making the air resound.
He lowered his head.
The golden eyes are fierce and the flames are flying:
"——Su Mingan!"
…
[So, when his desires become unsustainable and he is about to lose his hold, he liberates himself and throws himself into freedom...]
【The luckiest and cruelest,】
[——“They” appeared and reached out their hands to him. ]
【Always so timely. 】
【Timely and cruel.】
…
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