The explosion in the chanical World instantly sent a chill down the spines of the viewers in the livestream. Such a terrifying monster, even chas couldn’t defeat it. What could possibly stop it?
Yet the figure that was blasted from the explosion shifted people’s attention. Feng Xue, who was blown away, rolled several tis on the ground before finally crashing into a pillar of a bird house, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and cried out in pain with his mouth open and eyes closed.
However, the Orochi seed unwilling to give Feng Xue any chance to catch his breath, not even waiting for itself to move, it already spewed eight eerie flas, each with different attributes.
Frost, poison, thunder, flas...
The various forces intertwined, yet didn’t neutralize each other, hitting precisely the man lying on the ground with his mouth open and eyes closed.
But the scene of turning to ashes did not occur. Instead, as if it were a reproduction of the previous scene, the tattered man was blown away again, rolling for dozens of tis before once again lying there with his mouth open and eyes closed.
[Why do I feel like I’ve seen this before?]
[ too?]
[Could it be Izanagi?]
[Or maybe Infinite Tsukuyomi.]
...
The originally silent comnts began to stir again. Feng Xue, who was hit twice, propped himself up with one hand, and the Taiyin Transformation Technique started to operate, converting imnse inner strength into life force, continually injecting it into the Saint Seiya Training Suit.
The bonuses from the Iron Armor and the chanical·World were fully inherited, and he looked toward the ever-expanding giant beast, reaching behind him to pull out a small box with both plastic and tal textures.
[Crap?!]
[With martial arts, piloting a cha, and a Masked Rider belt, who exactly are you?!]
[Masked Martial Legend?]
[Masked Path, a grand serialization begins!]
...
Seeing the strear adopting a "Get out of my way, I’m about to show off" stance, viewers in the livestream room were drawn away from their previous tension. As martial arts experts typed rapidly on their keyboards like tapping acupoints, Feng Xue finally placed the transformation device in front of him—
"Transformation ti~~"
"ARE YOU READY?"
Explosive background sound effects erupted, and Feng Xue took out a card featuring Ukiyo-e style artworks, depicting various demons and spirits, which was ejected by the Phantom Object·Masked Rider System.
He pressed the transformation device with one hand, his lips slightly curling up, as imnse Identity surged into the card in an overload manner. The card, which already seed sowhat flamboyant, began to shine with a crystal-like luster, as fine cracks spread across it.
Just as the card was about to shatter, flas burst from Feng Xue’s hand. With precision, he tossed the nearly broken crystal card into the transformation device. Right hand at the waist, left hand’s fingers angled towards the ground, the Martial Arts True Intent triggered, and ancient-style pavilions majestically rose behind him.
The power of the Mystic Lord Pavilion Master activated, rging the Kaidan integrated with the world’s will against demons into Feng Xue’s Martial Arts Will. As the music reached its climax, he coldly pushed the transformation device at his waist—
"Transform!"
"Dong~~~"
The sound of the Pardon Bell reverberated through the air, as in the Mystic Lord Pavilion, murals representing the various forms of the Heavenly Demons detached from the walls and danced wildly in the sky. Under a scene that would cause anyone’s sanity to drop, chains woven of brilliance shot out from Feng Xue’s gradually forming black armor, entangling all of the Heavenly Demon Illusions.
"Demons and spirits, the Night Parade of Hundred Demons, this very mont, is the ti of the sovereign’s descent!"
The radiant chains abruptly tightened, and the Heavenly Demon Illusions were dragged, contorted into grotesque shapes, into the black armor, transforming into fierce patterns outlined in gold.
The golden cape billowed without wind, and sixteen palm-sized silver short swords interwove at his waist, forming a silver battle skirt.
The earth-shaking sound effects abruptly ceased, leaving only a flat yet explosive spoken line:
"Masked Rider~~"
"Mystical Lord!!!"
[Celebrate the descent of the ruler who suppresses all demons, Masked Rider·Mystical Lord has arrived!]
The viewers cooperated by typing lines beginning with "Celebrate" in the comnts. Feng Xue felt the Power authority at an all-ti high.
Behind him, strands of Poisonous Insect Body manifested, constructing icons representing labels and powers—
[Justice Partner]!
[Martial Arts Legend]!
[Believe in Science]!
[Iron-blooded Tough Guy]!
[Heart Over Matter]!
[Master of All]!
[Evil Slayer]!
[Kaidan Slayer]!
Each label lit up, each power activated, and the aura around Feng Xue imdiately surged! Increased! Exploded!
His montum at this mont was fifty tis stronger than ever before!
Such terrifying strength... what in the world could possibly resist it? Damn it, what could possibly resist!
Even though the giant serpent towering over a hundred ters was so fearso, in front of the two-ter-tall Feng Xue at this mont, it seed utterly insignificant.
"Innate Furnace!"
A standard Yan Country speech echoed from the sky, and the domain that belonged to Tamamo no Mae’s Companion Phantom Object abruptly vibrated, the earth shook, rocks crumbled, and buildings collapsed.
The Orochi seed to sense impending danger, its scorching flas mixed with filthy poisonous blood, transforming into a monstrous flood that surged towards Feng Xue.
Feng Xue’s Kaidan Fire burned rapidly, as infinite Identity gushed from him like a fountain, spreading into the heavens and earth, as if to paint this collapsing Demon Realm in his colors!
"Five tals of Earth Uplift!"
One by one, elents flashed before Feng Xue’s eyes—residue from Takamagahara, the poisonous blood of Orochi, and vast quantities of Identity flowed and continuously disintegrated in his view.
The Golden Finger, originally used for manufacturing, at this mont beca absolute destructive power. Everything ford of Identity, once severed from its original owner’s strength, turned into chaotic garbled data, completely evaporating.
Suddenly, amidst a blaze of light, a massive stone twisted. Feng Xue exerted force through his feet, launching the Shengxuan Dingguan Step. The fortuitously ford phantom object served rely as a stepping stone, propelling him higher.
No, not just that!
As Feng Xue leaped high, the phantom object seed to gain spirituality, tracing pathways in the air, evading the collapsing debris and monstrous blood waves around, aiming precisely at the serpent’s eyes.
Not just one!
But countless!
Countless rays of light surrounded the Orochi at that mont!
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