ATPnovel Chapter 1265 - 1265 432 Come Die With Me For 19000 Monthly Votes
Chapter 1265 - 1265 432 Come Die With Me For 19000 Monthly Votes
1265: Chapter 432: Come Die With Me (For 19,000 Monthly Votes) 1265: Chapter 432: Come Die With Me (For 19,000 Monthly Votes) The sound of the blade cleaving the air, the quiver of the sword’s edge, the sound of the opponent’s heartbeat, the sound of blood coursing…All sounds within the Arena were captured, all submitted to the Voice Broadcast Immortal Style, offering up their every piece of information, unobscured.
In the world of sound, from another perspective, the blade was reconstructed anew.
Out of utmost respect for Qin Zhizhen’s peerlessly superb Sword Skill, Jiang Wang activated the Voice Broadcast Immortal Style at the first instance.
Gathering all wisdom, mastering all knowledge.
Very good!
By saying ‘very good,’ it’s not because Qin Zhizhen’s Sword Skill is not strong enough; quite the opposite.
His claim holds true: his Sword Skill indeed surpasses the pinnacle of this realm.
The one slash from Qin Zhizhen, an annihilation of past lives, even heavier in momentum and stronger in intent than the Western Extreme Style of the Eight Desolations spear technique of Xiang Bei, was more resolute and also more terrifying.
But in the information captured by the Voice Broadcast Immortal Style, and as personally experienced by Jiang Wang, this slash was only marginally stronger and did not reach the dominance over peers in the Outer Building Environment shown by Dou Zhao.
If it could truly reach the level of “the first Killing Technique since the beginning of the world,” Jiang Wang would opt to immediately create distance, forgoing contesting swordsmanship for a duel of Divine Skills and Dao Technique—a sure sign of conceding a weakness, losing an initial exchange.
That is why it is very good!
Qin Zhizhen wishes to establish an invincible position, to claim an edge over his opponent, but he has chosen the wrong adversary!
For the swordsmanship at present is mighty indeed, yet not mighty enough to make him retreat.
Jiang Wang’s swordsmanship can also contend with the pinnacle of this realm like Xiang Bei’s, merely falling slightly short, with victory or defeat even more dependent on seizing the situation in the moment.
And what of Xiang Bei now?
At this moment with the enhancement of the Voice Broadcast Immortal Style, it is still disputable.
As long as he is not utterly powerless to resist, retreat will not be his first choice.
Under the Voice Broadcast Immortal Style, Jiang Wang becomes even more calm and composed, with the posture of someone who controls the entire situation, stepping upon the Qingyun Mark, embodying the full splendor of an immortal.
At this moment, he fully lets go of himself, wholeheartedly feeling this slash, welcoming it.
To test swords from the east.
Meeting swordsmanship with Sword Skill!
The rolling black blade, like dark clouds overshadowing, like malevolent aura covering the heavens.
A wave of night sweeping over.
Standing before this blade, Jiang Wang feels a profound loneliness.
A vast night without an old friend.
All past connections severed, past life extinguished; when a person’s past ceases to exist, what then identifies that person?
When no one speaks of this person’s story, does this person truly exist?
The Voice Broadcast Immortal Style constantly sends messages, relaying the progression of the slashing blade.
Its force, its sharpness, its strength.
That dark blade, too, has been reflected in his pupils.
In the world of sight there is this blade, and in the world of sound, it is the same blade.
Erasing the past, killing the soul along with it.
This slash is too despairing, and comes too quickly!
This blade kills intent first, then the body.
Who could oppose it?
In the deep oppressive darkness where the path ahead is unseen, amidst the despair of a past life extinguished, Jiang Wang faintly remembers that he has a sword.
He looks at that approaching terrible blade edge, inspiration floods back, awakening abruptly from the blade’s momentum, and he suddenly remembers everything—
On so many nights, he thought he was walking alone, harboring hatred alone.
But in fact, in the endless dark of night, there has always been someone walking with him!
As he traveled through the night beneath the stars, someone else was also forging ahead.
He was not struggling alone, nor was he the only one resisting.
How many times, he looked upon the bright moon during the long nights.
Even when the moon’s light is dimmed, there is still light.
The hometown is no more, yet the ideals persist.
Some old friends die, some old friends return!
The moment of killing Dong Ah, the moment of seeing Xiao Wu.
Two scenes overlapped.
I wish to cry and yet I wish to laugh.
The Lovesickness Sword, within the emotion of longing, is sublimated.
And so the people outside the arena saw, upon the ancient stage, amidst the pitch-black night, arose a bright moon!
As the edge of the Horizontal and Vertical Blade descended, the Lovesickness Sword also rose upright, placed just inches from the neck!
The style of longing was elevated, the style of returning friends.
At that time the bright moon was there, already illuminating the return of an old friend!
Clang!
Qin Zhizhen’s past life annihilation had fallen away, the blade edge had reached Jiang Wang’s right neck but was impeded by the body of the Lovesickness Sword, unable to advance any further!
The Horizontal and Vertical Blade edge followed the motion and pulled diagonally, once again grazing the edge of the Lovesickness Sword, sparking a trail of stars.
Sparks dotted the scene, piercing through the long night.
Because the long blade, as it descended, happened to be perpendicularly aligned with its midsection.
A three-foot blade, on the sword’s edge covered only one foot and eight inches before the tip bade farewell to the sword edge.
They pass by each other one beside the other.
In the spray of sparks and the shrill sound of slicing.
In the clash of will against will.
That one foot and eight inches distance is like a person’s long journey through life.
Perhaps glorious, perhaps mediocre, perhaps painful, perhaps fortunate…
but all have been lived.
Therefore, the next slash was so naturally expected.
It was, The Cut of the Present World!
The Horizontal and Vertical Blade had barely left the sword’s edge, then came an upward thrust, from below aiming diagonally towards Jiang Wang’s throat.
To sever him from his present life,
This blade belongs to this world, uses the body, cuts through life, splits the soul, and severs the path.
It is a true and absolute cut, severing all of this life.
Ku Hai henceforth forbids passage, a single slash severs the bridge of the present world!
Facing this slash, who could be fearless?
Yet, against such a terrifying slash.
Jiang Wang displayed an exquisitely impeccable reaction.
In his eyes, people saw not a trace of hesitation; it seemed like every one of his moves were the most instinctual responses—this is absolute confidence.
The Lovesickness Sword, positioned next to his neck, swung downwards, halting midway, then sweeping outwards—a horizontal line appeared before Qin Zhizhen’s neck.