Chapter 1240: Chapter 116: Majestic Freedom, All thods Without Self (Part 2)
However, Klein did not use the fla of the Supre Heaven; his deadly strike ca from the ninth layer of the abyss, the deepest level of hell where sinners struggle. In the bottomless abyss, Qin Qianbai seed to hear the man’s mocking laughter. Did you think that was the entirety of the realm? Did you think the champion only had one move?
A little girl who hasn’t even touched the edge of the realm, how could she possibly see through the “final” martial arts?
This abyss is treacherous as if eternal, an infinite fall with no possibility of evasion, and the attack’s hit becos an inevitable convergence. This is also the ultimate body technique; no one can touch the champion in the abyss’s infinitely distant land. The irreconcilable contradiction is fused in a single strike, and Qin Qianbai, imrsed in the scene, couldn’t help but be awed.
This ti, truly defeated speechless; Klein’s previous head-on assault was precisely to paralyze her into negligence, and at the mont she exerted all her strength, he unleashed a killer move never before revealed, delivering a fatal blow to an enemy with no chance to think. This is how battlefield confrontations should be, no holding back and no opportunity, striking down the enemy’s head with one sword when least expected. Qin Qianbai clearly realized that she could still think thanks to Dreamland’s acceleration; even with the infinitely slowed ti blessing, she had only a mont left to face death.
In this fleeting instant, there was no room for thought flow, not even space for instinctive action. The martial arts projection on the verge of collapse flashed before her eyes; the peaceful expression of a blind Rashamon seed to be waiting for her final words.
I don’t want to lose.
The jade-faced Rashamon opened her eyes, looking so startled as if she only intended to wait for one regretless sentence before taking the Martial Artist to a land without worry and strife. But Qin Qianbai did not see this scene; her ti was up. The cold sword had pierced her skin. A drop of crimson blood rolled down the sword’s edge, and a ruby-like rounded blood bead reflected her tense face.
Qin Qianbai roared as she reached out, grabbing at the thousand arms of the jade-faced Asura. The final instant had co to an end, but her fighting spirit had not burned out. She had no ti to consider failure or death; she wanted to win, to achieve victory. She had seen the champion’s martial arts and heard Ah Ce’s warning; she had thought about what to do if martial arts weren’t just heavenly fire, she had made counterasures!
That was the strategy to turn defeat into victory, a risky sche as much as gun techniques; but changing moves required ti, a life-and-death struggle required opportunity, and a re instant was not enough; she needed more ti to transform the path to victory, to realize how to win!
At this mont, the endless fall slowed down, the extre stubborn obsession swept away with the montum of jade burning, causing the world of the heart to shake the mountains. Qin Qianbai heard a slight explosive sound; countless tiny disturbances spread throughout the endless darkness, like nine hundred blooms, three thousand worlds perish. Suddenly, recent mories popped out, nearly imaginary perception captured by her mind; it was the Mandala displayed by Ah Ce earlier, ink color scattering bloom within the world of inner circle outer square.
——One flick is sixty instants, one instant is nine hundred births and deaths.
The scale of ti extended at this mont, a new vitality erged in the disappearing extre instant. She suddenly felt as if she returned to that late February evening battling fiercely with Qin Ming, within the dusky blade light, infinite possibilities like stars revolved. That was the path of Ming Guest, the road spanning three lifetis; she did not wish to beco another Qin Ming, so she halted before the road, until turning back.
The path reappeared, and only a bright one lay ahead, like fate from the past mocking the stubborn daughter of the Qin family.
But she was still a headstrong girl, even facing death she simply refused to step forward. And this ti she had ceased being Dragon Species, her mind beca light, lighter than ever before.
So she made a different choice; she stopped, leapt, leaping beyond the three worlds into illusion, leaping into nothing without a path!
Birth and death converge with nothing, a bit of erald light grew from darkness, she saw the path of illusion paved by will and martial arts, at the end of birth and death was the blooming Mandala. The leaping “Qin Qianbai” vanished into nothingness, the leaping Qin Qianbai grasped the thousand hands of Rashamon, grasped the spear in hand, she roared boldly and swung her arm, thrusting the spearhead towards the abyss!
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Looking at that impatiently confident face, those eyes with flas burning inside them, there was a sudden urge to say sorry.
The utmost preparation should be ready; relying on ceremonial martial arts to push oneself to the limit, only waiting for heavenly fire to ignite as the chance to break through limits, succeeded or perished.
I’m truly sorry, this is not the arena. It won’t allow your preparations to take effect, won’t give you a chance to break through, won’t intentionally hold back like a ntor, and will never tolerate juniors. Here is the battlefield where fate is decided, a genuine hell where distinctions are made, determining life and death.
“Extre Cold Abyss!”
The other side of Martial Arts erupted with the changing sword path, as Klein Aiman used his unknown second ultimate skill. The contradiction between evasion and hit constructed an abyss of extre evil; at this mont, he was the demon reigning over hell. His roar and blade existed only for taking lives. The broad sword made an all-out effort to pierce the enemy’s skin… and as the crimson beads of blood rolled down, a violent and deep rumbling echoed from the bottom of the abyss!
It was the Wanhua Spear! That spear should have fallen with gravity, but instead, it pierced towards the ground following the martial artist’s will. The suddenly descending spear shaft precisely smashed into the Second Sword Guard of the broad sword, turning the defensive thrust into the last hope. The shaft caught the sword body, tumbling down with imnse force, and the blade created a crimson path on the torso, turning the lethal thrust into a shallow diagonal slash.
Blood curtain imdiately stained Klein’s vision red. Qin Qianbai did not die, exchanging her survival for severe injury nearly splitting her in half. At the sa ti, the spearhead of the Wanhua Spear hit the ground, the grand roar resembling a dragon turning over. Abundant dust swept up in a brown waterfall, covering both the bloodstains and Qin Qianbai’s figure.
Klein made no move; he drew back his sword imdiately because he couldn’t find Qin Qianbai. This was fundantally an impossible absurdity; the logic of the abyss dood those who fell until death without escape. Yet the girl fled from hell’s deep pit, returned to reality, and struck an impossible spear, vanishing like a phantom into the dust.
Clearly, her blood was yet to drip from the sword, but in Klein’s perception, there was no second life present. No breath and no spirit, the girl disappeared into thin air… as if from the beginning, Qin Qianbai did not exist in this world!
“If the champion hadn’t used heavenly fire, I would have perished… at that ti, I could only leave, trying every way to escape from the style.”
Suddenly, Qin Qianbai’s voice echoed, ethereal as a spirit across the universe, yet her form remained unseen, her voice omnipresent. This ti Klein captured the “life and death” from nothing to existence. He twisted his waist and spun, wielding the sword with both hands, and the silver light slashed at a miraculously surviving withered old tree. A girl with black hair and green armor stood beneath the tree. She held the knife in her left hand, the right palm raised, her face peaceful not like a martial artist, but like a monk enlightened under the Bodhi Tree. Grand and magnificent Mandala blossod layer by layer like a lotus, within the heart-circle, a thousand-handed Rashamon taphorically embraced the martial artist, speaking insight at the end of ti.
“No permanence, inherently impermanent, mind births true form.
Observe the three worlds, enter the three poisons, dissolve differences through unity.
In all thods, there is no self; all thods return to heaven, self-transcend!”
Ice-blue knife light drifted from dust, eting Klein’s silver slashing sword at the front. At the mont the weapons of two martial artists collided, the dusty earth instantly cleared, the crisp clashing sound ringing through the city. Suddenly, clouds rolled backwards, the sky cracked, and an unbelievable slash mark cut across the night, a chasm forcibly appeared in the northern sky!
That night, the sky was chaotic like a hellish cauldron, a battleground of chaos where several Creator Realm Mages fought fiercely for world conquest. Those battlefields fell silent at this mont, their blades and swords severing and splitting all worlds. From deep inside the earth ca a chilling moan, the land rising like ocean waves, separating the two, the aftermath of blade and sword dividing teor City in half!
Qin Qianbai felt a numbness in her arm and shook her wrist. She adjusted her stance anew, looking towards Klein on the other side with a strange expression.
“Sorry, still not very good at controlling power. Next strike, I’ll make sure you’re wounded.”
“Damn it!” Klein cursed, also assuming a stance to engage. The man’s lips curled into a crescent smile, his eyes brimming with fighting spirit and thrill.
“Congratulations, Qin Qianbai. Welco to the Ultimate Realm!”
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