Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Blades and violence. These were how the cultivation world was supposed to be like. On the other hand, love, hatred, emotions and feelings were nothing but pathetic condiments to flavor the taste of blood.
Lu Shu had long since been familiarized with Li Xianyi’s 13-letter mnemonic rhyme. But the art of swordplay was ever changing. Lu Shu had been wanting to escape the restriction of the rhyme following Hai Gongzi’s teaching, but he had never gotten the chance to practice what he had learned in actual combat.
When the Department of Faith Theory launched their attack, there were still hundreds of them alive. Like a small boat in a heavy sea, Lu Shu’s life was almost hanging on a thread.
There came the heavy footsteps again. Lu Shu was way too familiar with that sound, which was produced by Francesco’s clandestine technique used to retrain and manipulate Lu Shu’s heart, blood vessels, and even his 36,000 pores.
A blade thrust in from the side. Lu Shu lowered his waist and lifted his sword, splitting the aggressor’s cross sword into halves. The Cheng Ying sword was invisible. Hence, no one knew how the man died.
Lu Shu’s move was crisp and sharp. It was as though he was breaking a chopstick. Clean and easy.
The Department’s cross swords had always been the supreme standard weapon in Europe. But it was broken into halves by the invisible blade in Lu Shu’s hands effortlessly.
“Attack in groups!” the commander shouted calmly in the night’s rain.
Lu Shu could feel the restraint over his body tightening. Now he was like a prey in the face of hundreds of hunters.
Someone mocked him coldly from the back of the team, “We want Coral. Not you. We won’t hurt you if you step out of our way. There have been so many people who have died for beauties. Why do you wish to join the line?”
“Screw you!” Lu Shu lifted his Cheng Ying sword slowly. Instantly blasts of energy erupted from him. It was the sword energy!
This move of his was unexpected. His goal was clear – he wanted to kill!
But when everyone was too caught up with the sword energy, Corpsedog and Concealed Arrow flew out of Lu Shu’s body secretly. They skimmed across the puddles on the floor, thrusting towards the speaker’s legs like a wave-breaking motor boat.
Before the man could react, his legs had been cleanly chopped off!
“Kill them!” The Class B expert was embarrassed and furious. Who would have expected that this man would chop off his legs in front of so many people in the blink of an eye!
Trapped in the crowd, Corpsedog and Concealed Arrow were unable to return to Lu Shu in time. Suddenly the silver glow intensified around Lu Shu. Under the increased pressure, Lu Shu found it hard to even lift his hand.
The cross swords slashed across the air. Light flickered on their blades. The passengers in the train started to get nervous, but they saw the young man remained standing, despite his apparent exhaustion and his injuries.
At this critical moment, a flash of lightning, sharp as a scalpel, accurately hit the silver glow between Lu Shu and the Department of Faith Theory. The glow had been destroyed.
Lu Shu was very familiar with the lightning. It was the Gungnir. Only the Gungnir could be so decisive and powerful.
At that instant, Lu Shu was relieved that he had broken free. But in the Department of Faith Theory, everyone’s expression changed, as though the failure of their technique had resulted in them suffering from their spell backfiring!
However… only Lu Shu seemed to have realized the thick cracks on Gungnir. It was also at that second when Lu Shu finally understood why Coral was in an unfit state!
During the fight with Takashima Tairatsu, Lu Shu knew that Gungnir had cracked. But he always thought it would heal after a few days of rest and nourishment, like his Corpsedog.
But the reality showed otherwise. The other day, Coral almost fainted due to fatigue. It must be because of the cracks on her Gungnir!
Suddenly Lu Shu raised his hand. White light was radiating from the white tree mark on his palm. It was his first time to sense the presence of the white tree!
But before he could figure out what was happening, Coral had collapsed onto the ground, unconscious.
Instantly Lu Shu created a dry environment around Coral to shield her from rainwater.
In his eyes, Coral was a beautiful existence, which should not be tainted by rain.
Standing in the rain, blood oozed out from Lu Shu’s arm and leg wounds, which then healed themselves rapidly. In accordance to Lu Shu’s will, splashes of water danced on the ground. He whispered quietly, “It’s time.”
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The storm dispersed just as quickly as it formed. When the sky cleared, water on the surface was vaporized quickly. It was almost summer. The temperature rose fast once the rain was over.
But the air was not fresh. In front of the Oristano train station, corpses and pools of dried blood sprawled on the ground.
The entire train station was blood red, except for a small patch of clean space beside the railway, as though it was guarded by a deity.
Countless organizations were alerted to the grand battle at the Oristano station. The whole troop of the Department of Faith Theory was wiped out with no survivors. What was even more shocking was that it was only two people who had killed them all.
The drastic difference between their numbers was appalling. The reputation of the Department of Faith Theory would have been obliterated if not for the Bishop.
Coral’s and Lu Shu’s death was almost thought to be certain. Unexpectedly, though, just like how Coral’s cousin put it, the entire world had underestimated that young man.
But how could an ordinary Class B be so frighteningly powerful? When he grew up, there might be another terrifying existence in the Heavenly Network, the second Duke of Xin Ting 1 !
What was more, this man was so much younger than Duke of Xin Ting!
Driven by fear, some people tried to kill the boy in Sardinia before he could ascend further. But others remained uncertain over whether to take that murderous move.
Nevertheless, the two of them had disappeared that night. They were nowhere to be found, as if their existence had been erased from the world.
Some people tried to ask the railway passengers for clues. But all of the supposed witnesses claimed that they were resting in the cabins, and had paid no attention to the fighting outside.
How was that possible! How could you rest well with more than ten corpses in the cabin?!
Apparently they had no intention to leak the secret. But why had all of you decided to help the couple? They were strangers to you!
