Eldritch Horror Theatre - Ch. 172: Legacy of the Sword Heart (19)
That wasn't a tentacle, but a real hand!
Only, at this moment, it was bizarrely deformed and elongated, even its skin a dark red. At first glance, it was almost indistinguishable from a tentacle.
And just now, most of his attention had been on Fu Qian, so he hadn't particularly tried to distinguish it...
Feeling the anomaly transmitting into his body, Li Weixuan's heart suddenly sank.
Sanity Value minus 1.
Facing Li Weixuan whose expression drastically changed, Fu Qian didn't hold back and activated Visceral Critical Strike.
A Visceral Critical Strike enhanced by the Mythic Form.
He had been waiting for this moment for a long time.
As his current strongest killing move, while Visceral Critical Strike possessed immense power, its activation conditions were exceptionally harsh.
Among them, the most important was that a hand had to make contact with a wound—Fu Qian had tried it before; no matter how dexterous a tentacle was, it wouldn't work.
And when facing a Demigod, creating such a condition was no easy feat.
Especially since Li Weixuan had actually sensed the danger and began deliberately keeping his distance.
Therefore, after going all out to leave a wound on Li Weixuan at the very beginning, Fu Qian had started playing along with Li Weixuan's kiting tactics.
After several rounds, it wasn't until Li Weixuan was convinced that as long as he maintained a certain distance, his opponent couldn't do anything to him, that Fu Qian finally began to attempt his plan.
Utilizing the effect of Feast, he rapidly deformed his arm and disguised it as a tentacle.
There was only one chance!
If he didn't succeed, not to mention Li Weixuan would be on guard next time, there was more than one Demigod in the Academy; someone else would likely arrive soon.
Blood filled the sky!
The Visceral Critical Strike, unleashed after paying a tremendous effort, finally did justice to the audience.
As a Demigod, Li Weixuan let out an earth-shattering scream of agony under this strike.
Visceral Critical Strike under the Mythic Form wasn't just a doubling of lethality.
Fu Qian looked at his withdrawn left hand.
Amongst the various fragments of internal organs, his hand was flashing with a strange luster, as if every inch of skin had drunk its fill of blood.
Threads of warm currents converged from it into his body, even accelerating the healing of his wounds.
In contrast, Li Weixuan's life aura was rapidly draining away.
A life-steal effect?
Sanity Value minus 1!
Fu Qian didn't hesitate. The Mythic Form activated again, and a Demigod-level Air Bullet roared out.
Li Weixuan's head was struck by a black ray, silently corroding away more than half of his skull.
Amidst violent convulsions, this newly advanced Demigod and future Dean of the Academy slowly collapsed to the ground, his life aura reduced to zero.
Li Weixuan was actually killed by this guy!
In the deathly silence, Fu Qian shook his hand, ignoring Li Weixuan's corpse, and instead looked up into the distance.
Several startling murderous auras were sprinting his way.
They arrived quite fast!
Unfortunately, the prompt for task completion didn't appear.
Fu Qian looked back at the crowd from the Sword Institute and found that the feeling of the Swarm had almost vanished.
Did it flee, or hide?
Physical destruction is most likely unfeasible!
Fu Qian shook his head, verifying his own conjecture.
At this moment, he could already feel an invisible curtain rising around him. Presumably, this was the method of the Academy's Demigods; they had sealed off his escape route before even arriving.
The next moment, accompanied by an extreme cold that could freeze the soul, the invisible curtain rapidly contracted.
"Do not attempt to resist; you have nowhere left to run."
A majestic voice rang out.
"Alright!"
Fu Qian said casually, directly activating "Transcendence".
...
Ever since acquiring this skill, this was his first time using it.
The instant the effect activated, Fu Qian only felt the scene before his eyes warp, and his entire existence was rapidly drawn away.
"Why is there still someone who hasn't gone in? Hurry up, don't delay the schedule."
A familiar line sounded in his ears.
Fu Qian looked up to see a middle-aged man with messy hair staring at him with a look of sheer impatience.
This feeling of voluntarily loading a save file wasn't bad!
Moreover, compared to being besieged and annihilated by Demigods, at least it saved 1 point of Sanity Value.
The only problem was that his reward seemed to have been swallowed.
Even though he didn't complete the main task, he had fought tooth and nail to kill a Demigod!
He hoped it was just a delayed issuance, otherwise it would be a huge loss!
Just like last time, amidst the middle-aged man's impatient urging, Fu Qian stepped into the Sword Pavilion.
Now it was basically confirmed that physical elimination was unfeasible.
But it was just a trial anyway; he hadn't held out much hope to begin with.
Next up was Plan B time.
In fact, Fu Qian had a crazy idea—if physical methods didn't work, then he'd use spiritual methods.
For example, attempting to comprehend Sword Intent, becoming a member of the Swarm, and establishing a spiritual connection with "It."
According to what "It" said earlier, it was impossible for him to comprehend Sword Intent because "It" recognized his voice and would instantly reject him as a Blasphemer.
Logically, there was no issue—provided it was during the previous containment attempt.
At this very moment, it was a story restarting after Transcendence.
He indeed knew of "Its" existence, but because he hadn't observed "It" yet, "It" didn't necessarily know that he knew.
Although it was a bit of a tongue-twister, this represented an opportunity.
An opportunity to utilize the time difference to comprehend Sword Intent and join the "Swarm."
...
Amidst the occasional strange glances cast his way, Fu Qian quickly ascended the stairs.
According to the guard, ordinary students were only allowed to move about below the third floor. Going any higher might entail a certain degree of danger, and only a minority were permitted to continue upwards, such as Ji Liushuang.
Fu Qian's understanding of this was that the higher one went, the more dangerous the remnant Sword Intent on the swords might be. If an ordinary student failed to comprehend it, they might end up getting hurt.
But that was for ordinary students. Right now, what he needed was stronger stimulation.
In Fu Qian's mind, the so-called Sword Intent might just be a collection of special intuitions when wielding a sword.
And as someone who had never used a sword, theoretically, it was impossible to comprehend.
But considering that "It" was currently running a massive Sword Intent giveaway, Fu Qian didn't believe "It" was strictly distributing them based on innate talent.
You just needed to make "It" notice you, make "It" aware of your obsession with Sword Intent, and "It" might just bestow a gift upon you and gather you in as a member.
Yuan Xin and that Ruan Shuo were probably in this exact situation.
And as a Tasker, Fu Qian believed he absolutely possessed a strong enough obsession.
Because only in this way was it possible to kill "It" and complete the task.
With this aspect covered, coupled with some intense stimulation, he might just be able to attract "Its" gaze.
As long as the gift descended and he became a member of the Swarm, by the time "It" realized there was a problem with him, it would already be too late.
...
The fourth floor was much quieter than imagined.
In fact, Fu Qian only saw Ji Liushuang alone.
The latter was blankly leaning to one side, her gaze glazed over.
Sure enough, at this very moment, this lady had already Cleared her Sword Heart!
Fu Qian ignored her and instead scanned his surroundings, locking onto a massive black sword that appeared to harbor the heaviest aura of malice.
Let's begin!
Wasting no time, Fu Qian quickly stepped forward, focusing all his mind onto the sword, indulging his craving.
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