Chapter 2567 - 2562: Extinguished Light
Chapter 2567: Chapter 2562: Extinguished Light
The reason to thank Ah Fei is because after being blinded in both eyes, he realized that "it" was not the sun but the Prism of Radiant Transformation?
Similar suspicions had been there before, but at this moment, it seems that this claim has truly been confirmed.
Because Fu Qian noted that the Sun Apostle now looked amazingly similar to a warehouse containment object he had once seen.
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It was described at the time as a poison apple, a spy device from the Prism of Radiant Transformation.
But then comes the question, isn’t Lord Rainbow of Radiance going to manage it?
"I’ve shown my cards; I’m not pretending anymore,"—this kind of sentiment isn’t unwarranted, but it needs to have significance.
For example, if there’s something he wants to discuss deeply with himself, using this as an opening shows sincerity.
Simply providing intel so plainly does not fit with his style over the years.
It even conflicts with the previous performance during Engraving Wisdom.
Could it be that he is absent?
At a certain moment, Fu Qian thought of the Judgment Chief.
This time, the latter also only displayed a slight trace of related contamination without appearing in person.
From this perspective, there is a bit of consistency.
But the problem is there is always a reason for things. Why are the elements related to the Superior Being so weak in Engraving Wisdom this time?
The situation seems to have become more complex.
And Fu Qian is increasingly satisfied with the previous decision to choose Ah Fei as an agent.
If he had fought his way through alone, it would have been difficult to notice such subtle details.
As for having fought up to now, how to continue fighting?
It does seem a bit tricky, especially now that the Catastrophe Blessing on Ah Fei’s sword has been largely consumed...
Assessing the dire situation, Fu Qian still made no move, merely watching the confrontation between the two.
"You’re nothing more than a clown for amusement, not even worth being a tool... How long do you wish to be manipulated?"
Though theoretically having long lost his sight, the Sun Apostle was clearly still observing Fu Qian’s actions. For a moment, although puzzled, he relaxed somewhat and attempted to destroy Ah Fei’s morale.
Ka—
Unfortunately, the only response to him was a strange shattering sound.
In keeping with his fierce and taciturn style, Ah Fei had swiftly delivered a sword strike, even subtly using the Apostle’s momentary distraction while speaking.
And the target chosen was highly strategic, actually the already broken eye socket.
Indeed, isn’t finding a new battlefield more effective than deepening existing damage, especially since the head is generally a vital point?
From this alone, one can see that Ah Fei lived up to the earlier assessment: once armed, he was the purest slayer.
Of course, here lies a question: the eyeball had already been shattered once, so how could there be a shattering sound?
Simply put, this time, it wasn’t the eyeball that broke.
The rapier, seemingly perpetually in flow, indeed hit the eye socket at that moment, tearing through the barrier and piercing the seemingly indestructible head outline.
And like the surface of a light bulb pierced by a grain of sand, the shocking crack continued to spread.
"Since you are manipulated, you are a tool."
Only then did Ah Fei finally speak, correcting the Sun Apostle’s evaluation.
...
"Impossible—"
The voice was unprecedentedly miserable, clearly indicating more than just physical pain; this Heartbreaker battle finally seemed to have a loser.
The loser was utterly unable to accept this outcome, wailing while desperately clutching the wound, an unusual storm howling out of his body.
Where the storm passed, everything seemed to fall into an incredible ripple, withering into colorful dust.
It was understandable that he couldn’t believe it; even this unconscious counterattack already had the feel of High-level Extraordinary.
The situation took a favorable turn, yet Fu Qian continued to appreciate the brilliant scene, along with a casual evaluation of its power.
The Sun Apostle, though ranked not high in optical radar, certainly managed to wield miraculous methods.
This is indeed the benefit of following the faith school.
But precisely because of this, the meticulously set defense was actually broken by a single sword, making one doubt life even more.
Despite being a victim, he should know the reason—this too was a Demigod-level strike.
Indeed, Ah Fei’s performance seemed a little too outstanding.
Compared to the opponent, he instead appeared to be divinely assisted, with the decisive blow worthy of ascending from Extraordinary to Saint.
Sword Intent?
Having studied multiple times at the Sword Pavilion, at that moment, Fu Qian easily thought of an explanation.
Miss Liushuang had shown more than once how unreasonable their faction could be.
Among the most special was none other than such mysterious elements.
But to muster up courage in a desperate situation, even in blindness, achieving a sudden enlightenment is conceivable?
Seeing that the combat power was verging on collapse, while utilizing his professional knowledge to make slight compensations, Fu Qian continued to observe Ah Fei’s attacks.
Indeed, even as the storm struck, this Hunter did not retreat a single step.
On the contrary, the rapier in his hand flipped eerily, further deepening the damage—crack!
The other partially uncovered eye socket was hit again, and this time the effect was truly more breathtaking.
Fu Qian clearly saw fragments flying out, as the shattering sound suddenly intensified.
The facts proved very stable performance, as this strike turned out to be another Demigod-level attack.
And it was evident that as Ah Fei’s body withered rapidly under the storm, Lord Sun Apostle had already passed the point of no return.
"Light—"
In a desperate, elongated cry, no miracle appeared to help him through the ordeal.
...
Indeed, it seemed he wasn’t present.
A sparkling heap, still warm to the touch.
Gazing at the final remnants of Lord Sun Apostle, Fu Qian confirmed in that moment that he would not be seeing his old friend, the Prism of Radiant Transformation.
"Well done, you did a great job."
Not fixating on futile obsessions, Fu Qian stepped aside the next moment, offering verbal commendation to the tool person.
Uh...
And the latter, displaying astonishing vitality, despite having a hand vaporized partially while holding the sword, not only responded but also took action.
With his other hand, he picked up the rapier from the ground, pointed it remotely at Fu Qian.
Oh?
The gesture seemed somewhat unfriendly, though as the one being pointed at, Fu Qian found no fault in it.
"Want to replace it with another?"
Furthermore, smiling, he attempted to interpret it from another angle the next moment.
The originally radiant rapier had indeed gathered a deep layer of dust, with its tip scorched off.
After a simple comparison, one of Fu Qian’s tentacles swayed, even offering it genuinely.
Hmm...
Ah Fei made no sound, staring at what appeared to be the extraordinarily heavy third weapon—if anything, more a giant iron block than a sword.
A moment later, he really handed the rapier over in a reverse grip, wanting to replace it with the "iron block".