Eldritch Horror Theatre - Ch. 171: Legacy of the Sword Heart (18)
What is this guy talking about?
The onlookers, having witnessed the strange exchange between Fu Qian and Ji Liushuang, were once again startled by his words.
Is there something wrong with this guy's head? Not to mention his conversation with Ji Liushuang just now was somewhat unhinged.
Facing a Li Weixuan whose killing intent was already resolved, he actually didn't run away, and even threatened to take him out directly?
"Interesting. I didn't expect to meet an opponent of your caliber on my first day out of seclusion."
"For someone like you to lie low in the Academy, your objective is probably more than just the Sword Institute, isn't it?"
Li Weixuan similarly didn't understand the conversation between Fu Qian and Ji Liushuang, but he wasn't intimidated by Fu Qian either.
"That move of yours just now was very interesting, but it seems it can't be sustained? It must have burst forth at some sort of price?"
"Take a guess."
Facing Li Weixuan's question, Fu Qian's eyebrows twitched, returning a mysterious smile.
"You really are under no obligation to tell me."
Li Weixuan snorted and held up three fingers.
"No matter what it is, it's all the same. Within three swords, I will finish you!"
"Then I'll be waiting to see it."
Fu Qian rolled his shoulders, took a deep breath, and the next moment, a series of crackling sounds echoed from his entire body.
Blood surged, muscles expanded, and his body rapidly shot upwards.
Amidst a sea of terrified gazes, Fu Qian, just as he had when facing the crocodile monster, transformed into his Giant Form once again.
In this form, his size and strength both skyrocketed. The price was that his rationality would be battered by a maddening desire to slaughter, and over a prolonged period, he could easily lose Sanity Value.
But it didn't matter. Not to mention his Sanity Value was still in the triple digits, he had already used up quite a bit of his Mythic Form earlier; this little bit wouldn't make a difference.
The conversation with Ji Liushuang just now—apart from himself, no one understood its true meaning, including Ji Liushuang herself.
From beginning to end, his target was that formless "It".
Although all the preceding probes had basically confirmed the existence of this thing, as a conceptual creature, it remained difficult to grasp.
The reason he had sought out Ji Liushuang to converse was that among all the individuals making up the "Swarm," she alone was the most unique.
A Clear Sword Heart, and a crystalline spiritual consciousness.
Thinking it over, if "It" wanted to communicate directly with a person, Ji Liushuang was the most likely conduit.
Therefore, Fu Qian had been attempting to talk with "It."
Facts proved that when Ji Liushuang's spirit was stimulated and her personal consciousness weakened to its lowest point, "Its" will truly became more prominent.
Of course, from the only two sentences of response, it could also be seen that his "blasphemous" act of observing it was already considered an unforgivable sin, with absolutely no possibility of reconciliation.
But it didn't matter; he hadn't planned on reconciling anyway.
The most valuable takeaway from the conversation just now was, firstly, the confirmation of "Its" existence, and secondly, "Its" description regarding the comprehension of Sword Intent—no matter how you plead, your voice will be forsaken.
This was almost an admission that the comprehension of Sword Intent was indeed manipulated by "It."
And this was exactly what Fu Qian wanted to confirm.
...
Now that what he wanted to know was clear, next, he'd try physical destruction!
The fully-transformed Fu Qian smilingly locked onto Li Weixuan.
Unlike a fraud like old man Chen Xing, Li Weixuan was a genuine Demigod!
Theoretically, although it was only one realm apart from the Fourth Tier, there was already a fundamental difference.
Therefore, how to send this one on his way still required careful thought.
The next moment, Fu Qian slowly raised his right hand. Innumerable tentacles exploded from his arm, twisting into a ferocious giant dragon that thrust toward Li Weixuan.
His self-created restricted-level skill: Biochemical Demon Arm.
Under the Giant Form, the power of this strike was enhanced by more than just a notch.
Hmph!
Facing this terrifying blow, Li Weixuan was entirely fearless. A fierce sword aura erupted, colliding violently with the incoming attack.
"Very strong, but compared to earlier, it's still lacking in class. As expected, you've run out of steam?"
After dozens of consecutive explosive clashes, Li Weixuan stood proudly, utterly spotless from head to toe.
"Then take my first sword!"
Before his voice faded, Li Weixuan leveled the longsword in his hand, as if carrying the weight of a mountain, and slowly delivered a strike.
Fu Qian had seen this move before.
Back in the Furnace, when attempting to break the barrier, he had used it once, and its power had left a deep impression.
And after becoming a Demigod, it was bound to be even more terrifying.
Excellent!
Sanity Value minus 1!
Facing Li Weixuan's attack, Fu Qian once again activated his Mythic Form.
Boom!
Under the combined buffs of the giant and Mythic Form, a Biochemical Demon Arm several times more massive than before shot forth explosively.
What!
This sudden, explosive surge in attack power undoubtedly exceeded Li Weixuan's expectations.
For a moment, his casual, strolling posture could no longer be maintained. He decisively brought up his longsword to block while his body rapidly retreated.
Even with such a swift reaction, a long, tearing wound was still ripped open on his body, spraying blood into the air.
Despite being injured, Li Weixuan's movements showed not the slightest pause. After landing, his figure flashed consecutively, dodging Fu Qian's follow-up pursuit.
"Truly insidious!"
Seizing an opportunity to force Fu Qian back with a sword strike, Li Weixuan stabilized his stance and looked down at the wound on his waist.
"If this were before my seclusion, I truly wouldn't have the confidence to defeat you. Pity... I am different now. Promotion to Demigod brings more than just a change in strength."
Li Weixuan revealed a smile.
"If I'm not mistaken, you should have some other method that requires close quarters to use. That's your true killing move?"
"What makes you say that?"
Fu Qian's expression didn't change at all.
"Because I can feel that you seemingly want to engage in a close-quarters brawl."
Li Weixuan's demeanor was leisurely.
"This is the combat intuition brought about by a sword path entering the divine. Your attack just now was terrifying, certainly, but it wasn't your final trump card."
"Truly a formidable character. Unfortunately, I'm not that rigid a person. In light of this situation, I've decided to abandon the three-sword limit."
"From now until your death, don't even dream of touching me once."
This Demigod is truly hard to kill, to actually be able to sense that he wanted to use Visceral Critical Strike?
Facing the calm and collected Li Weixuan, Fu Qian blinked.
"Then let me try."
Worthy of a Demigod expert, Li Weixuan truly followed through with what he had just said.
No matter what attack Fu Qian launched, he forced it all back with sword aura, fighting and retreating simultaneously, firmly suppressing his opponent outside a certain distance.
Even activating his Mythic Form only gave Fu Qian Demigod-level lethality. Facing a Demigod solely intent on kiting him, taking him down in a short time was almost impossible.
At the same time, his defense had a class disparity compared to Li Weixuan's. Under the opponent's occasional counterattacks, numerous scars quickly appeared on his body.
Seemingly having entered a rhythm of chronic death, Fu Qian showed no intention of giving up whatsoever, continuing his methodical pursuit.
Sword light intertwined into a net. For the fourth time, Li Weixuan forced Fu Qian to open up a distance. The latter raised his left hand, turning it into several tentacles that stabbed forward like lightning.
With a cold snort, sword aura swept horizontally and vertically.
While maintaining his distance, Li Weixuan casually shredded a few of the tentacles.
This kind of interference attack, even if it hits, wouldn't cause any real damage... wait!
The next moment, Li Weixuan suddenly detected a hint of something unusual.
Looking down, a long, slender, strangely shaped arm was pressing right against his waist.
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