Chapter 1697 - 1692: Sword, Come
Chapter 1697: Chapter 1692: Sword, Come
Life is truly beautiful.
As dusk descends, the city lights gradually illuminate, marking the time when every household starts cooking, soothing their stomachs for the last time each day.
The doors and windows of these old houses are not particularly tight, and for Fu Qian, just taking a breath can discern what the neighbors are cooking, and even whether they mistakenly used dark soy sauce instead of light soy sauce.
However, considering most are elderly grandparents, perhaps their cooking skills aren’t great, but with a lifetime of experience, they generally know their seasonings.
Sitting on the sofa, Fu Qian stretched lazily, confirming that no one made such a basic mistake.
Of course, feeling relieved, he didn’t do anything further, simply activated the mark and returned.
Then he performed a double jump with his mask on.𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦
One must admit, the Zawarudo technique is increasingly profound the more it’s used.
Reappearing at Miss Wen’s mansion, the surroundings were still quiet.
Although the scenery in his view was rather dazzling to the eyes.
Dozens of crescent-shaped arcs imbued with pure energy were flying through the air, tracing graceful paths, ultimately heading towards Chief Yuan’s location.
Fortunately, the latter was adept at taking advice, such as the full defensive effort just mentioned.
At this moment, the intersecting black stripes formed a sphere, even more swollen than before he left, without a single flaw.
At a glance, it truly seemed like a heap of defenses with even the soft whip not unleashed for counterattack.
Even though a huge number of arcs were crashing and tearing from all directions, they merely adorned the target like a black sesame ball dipped in sugar for the time being, breaking through would take time.
Of course, breaking through wasn’t the main objective anyway.
The moment he appeared, even the hand continuously shaping arcs paused momentarily, confirming it.
It’s said I’m a patient specialist for eradication.
...
Indeed, the methods were remarkable, previous estimates were not exaggerated.
Even in the Blood Conquest state, Lord Prison Angel could indeed confirm if I was still present.
The reason for Chief Yuan’s exploding defensive pressure was simple; I genuinely took off the mask and left during the Blood Conquest state.
And directly returned to the real world, taking a lazy fake in the process.
This theoretically covert action promptly made the originally outstanding Lord Prison Angel during the patience match resurface, bombarding Chief Yuan recklessly.
The fact that it can actually confirm whether I’ve gone invisible or have left almost leaves no other explanation.
Therefore, in my return situation, Chief Yuan’s side is no longer important.
Originally using this method, I was attempting a desperate chase to force me back.
As for forcing back for what reason, the answer is even simpler—
Watching the blazing white greatsword rapidly forming upside-down in the opponent’s hand, Fu Qian instinctively dashed backward, dodging the sweeping waist-cut attack.
Clearly confident in body technique, not wishing to undertake counter-strike risks, the opponent decisively chose close combat, seeking a better strike opportunity.
Even the spot where the sword swung through was clearly empty, yet time and space seemed to tremble for it.
For a moment, Fu Qian sincerely doubted that if he stayed still and chose to dodge with Blood Conquest, he wouldn’t escape the fate of the waist-cut.
Just like Su Gao did in Night Holy City.
As to why not use Blood Conquest?
Things have progressed to this stage; after some probing, it’s obvious ultimate techniques are about to be revealed.
Despite being Second Order Extraordinary, previous lack of cross-dimensional pursuit doesn’t mean it’s impossible.
Since opting for close combat, it must be considered optimal for the current situation, this move is likely contemplated, how could one not defend against it?
In summary, the methods are superb, and the mind is cool, this person indeed performed excellently.
But regrettably, Lord Prison Angel chose the wrong opponent.
Countless heroes exist across the world, daring to compete with me in Sword Dao is one in a million—
"Sword come."
With a cold smile and incredibly calm voice, Fu Qian raised one hand, grasping the void.
Such momentum prompted Lord Prison Angel at that moment to abandon pursuit, focusing and being alert.
Of course, this doesn’t mean it did nothing, another greatsword seemingly formed by feathers quickly took shape in its free hand.
The efficiency of transforming into Dual Swordsmen was so high that Fu Qian’s right hand, forming a blood-colored pointed blade, barely outlined—plop!
This race against time was ultimately interrupted by a peculiar sound, and simultaneously, it seemed that ethereal feathers splashed from Lord Prison Angel’s chest.
Sigh—
And opposite, Fu Qian casually blew the gun muzzle of Mercy in his left hand, while the "sword" halfway solidifying in his right was directly abandoned.
...
Is the depth of Sword Dao something a person with blind eyes can estimate?
At that moment, with a cold hum in his heart, Fu Qian faced the opponent’s eyes filled with brightness.
The Iaido Technique I used was tempered with the help of Emperor Yasui, a generation of New Gods.
The right hand transformation was merely a sword trick.
Obviously, Lord Prison Angel was not easily dealt with; simple deception might not be effective.
Therefore, Fu Qian, who never becomes overly optimistic, chose to layer "Suffocate" additionally.
Mercy’s inherent ability to effectively reduce perception probability deeply caught the essence of Dark Sword injury, ultimately achieving good effect.
"...You’re still messing with that thing!"
Even after one successful hit, Chief Yuan sent a congratulatory message.
Though the pressure drastically reduced, her absolute defense still didn’t reveal any gap, having more energy to observe outside was apparent.
"Be careful... I can’t fully sense any damage it has taken."
Upon Fu Qian’s indignant choice of such joke-like attack, Yuan Shan quickly recalled the opponent’s impenetrable usual demeanor, lowered her voice, and reminded tactfully.
So here’s why you can only fully defend at this moment.
Receiving this helplessness, Fu Qian felt no dissatisfaction, only a sigh.
Chief Yuan, equally skilled in long-distance combat, clearly wasn’t deeply versed in the Path of Tyrant.
Damage certainly could be negligible, but why did Lord Prison Angel, who could sense this better than you, remain unmoving?
Retracting Mercy, Fu Qian grinned viciously, crossing his formidable claws over his chest, opposing the Double Sword Angel without retreating half a step.
To correspond with the differing style of the two great swords, his right claw was even polished specifically.
Calamity plus Graceful Release, bearing these dual blessings, do you still have the courage to let me witness your Instant Thousand Strikes?