Chapter 122 Chapter 122: When Will Death Cease?
Chapter 122: When Will Death Cease?
Almost before Stelle could even react, the frenzied Blade had already drawn the longsword from his embrace. Bending low and leaping forward, he charged right up to her and mercilessly swung his weapon at her.
BANG————!
The incoming longsword was barely blocked by the baseball bat Stelle seemed to pull out from her chest, but the immense force sent her flying backward uncontrollably. Pom-Pom, frantic, spun around several times before barely managing to catch her.
"Ouch!"
"My... my butt..."
Even after managing to catch her, the two of them still tumbled to the ground under that force, leaving Pom-Pom's little bottom tingling and numb.
That seemingly ordinary attack just now contained not just simple brute force, but also... sword energy?
Although Kevin didn't fully understand this unique form of energy seemingly created by the people of the Xianzhou, the faint crimson fluctuations vaguely revealed during that swing were undoubtedly very similar to the techniques Sushang had used not long ago.
Without a doubt, even if this guy wasn't a true Xianzhou native, he was certainly deeply connected to this place. And if we're talking about who around Stelle seemed unusually related to him, that would undoubtedly be Dan Heng.
Kevin had never delved into the backgrounds of the Astral Express crew with others, but just Dan Heng's attire alone bore similarities to Xianzhou styles everywhere. Was there even a need to guess?
"It's not over yet... it's not over yet! The fight never ends until death!"
Clearly, once fallen into Mara-Struck state, Blade wouldn't care whether his enemies were defeated or not. He probably wouldn't stop until everything before him was slaughtered.
His words clearly held intense hatred for that person named Dan Heng, which might also be one of the reasons that drove him into the Mara-Struck state—though none of this had much to do with Kevin. But Pom-Pom was still sitting there; how could he just let Blade run amok?
Just as Blade's attack was about to pierce Pom-Pom and Stelle who were still on the ground, Kevin instantly appeared in front of him. His palm, covered in frost and resembling sharp claws, easily clamped down on the opponent's blade.
The longsword was black and red throughout, yet covered in gilded cracks, giving the illusion that it was extremely fragile and would shatter into countless pieces at any moment.
But...
Crack—Crack—!
Kevin tried to directly snap this seemingly fragile blade. Even steel, conventionally considered unbreakable, would be no harder for Kevin to crush than crumbling a piece of tofu if he willed it.
Yet this longsword before him kept emitting sounds of strain as if不堪重负, but never completely shattered under Kevin's power. How could this not be surprising?
BOOM——!
Realizing this, Kevin didn't hesitate to kick Blade squarely in the abdomen, sending him flying out like a cannonball to crash heavily into a wall not far away.
Since it was still unclear whether the Stellaron Hunters were friend or foe, Kevin had many questions he wanted to ask. So he controlled his strength precisely, just enough to completely incapacitate someone with Blade's physical constitution—not through pain, but through genuine injury.
But contrary to Kevin's expectations, Blade, who should have been seriously injured, stood up from the ground as if feeling no pain or injury, even letting out further wild laughter.
"Hahahahaha, that's it, this is what makes it meaningful!"
Even though the disparity in power was glaringly obvious, the other party acted as if he had suddenly found a worthy opponent, his entire body unable to conceal that frenzied excitement.
"I see... such an extreme regenerative ability...?"
After a moment of confusion, Kevin successfully discerned the essence behind the other's behavior—even injuries that would completely incapacitate an ordinary person were mere shackles he could recover from in an instant.
As for so-called pain... presumably someone who developed such an ability had already experienced death-like agony countless times. The key point was, would someone deeply entrenched in Mara-Struck state really consider so many things?
"In that case, I won't hold back much from now on."
Even though he knew the other party, whose mental state wasn't quite normal, definitely wouldn't listen to these words, Kevin still said them. But he wasn't saying them for Blade; he was saying them for his companion Kafka not far away.
Unfortunately, that Kafka fellow still smiled as if she hadn't heard anything, while this seemingly irrational guy laughed even more unrestrainedly.
"That's best... that's perfect!"
"When will death cease? I'm growing somewhat impatient waiting!"
Almost the moment his words fell, Blade dragged his sword and transformed his entire figure into a black streak of light flashing before Kevin.
This time he learned very cleverly, or perhaps his body, injured and recovered again, successfully remembered the lesson from just now... Blade didn't directly close in on Kevin but stopped about several meters away from him, swinging his sword through the air.
In an instant, vast and razor-sharp energy carrying a wave of frenzied will surged toward Kevin—this was sword energy. Only by pouring one's unwavering will into it could one condense such a devastatingly powerful attack that could even cut at the enemy's spirit.
From the opponent's attack alone, Kevin could clearly sense that will toward death, and... the determination to inevitably bring death to others.
The seemingly sharp energy could be easily blocked, but that will directly targeted the spirit. Even if it couldn't directly kill the opponent, it could still render them somewhat incapable of resistance.
Unfortunately for Kevin, such influence on will was utterly laughable.
Even without any other means of mental defense, such a simple will could absolutely not affect Kevin, who had persevered alone for tens of thousands of years.
"I see your persistence. It's just a pity..."
At the same moment, the attack slashing at Kevin exploded violently, forming a scene akin to hell itself, drawing everyone's gaze toward it.
On a crimson canvas, legendary彼岸花 (Biyanhua - flowers of the other shore) bloomed in competition, creating a stunning yet bizarre spectacle.
However, what was even more shocking wasn't just that—Kevin standing right at the center of this dazzling attack seemed completely unaffected. Only pure blue frost could be seen flashing...
The next moment, Kevin's palm was already pressing down on Blade's head, his voice cold as if devoid of any emotion.
"If I wished to die, I would certainly not be standing here right now."
BOOM——!
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