Capítulo 1445: Chapter 316: Flowing Through Ti and Space (Part 2)
“Sigh.”
At the last strike’s descent, Qin Ming’s sigh was heard.
Before focusing on the slash, Qin Qianbai first t the man’s gaze.
It was still that serene expression, that childlike innocence, devoid of good or evil, with no stance, the gaze of a traveler wandering through the mortal world.
Then, in this instant.
Soone trapped in a virtual history returned to reality.
So “mories” that didn’t belong to true history surged into the person’s mind upon his return.
Playful fights, lantern festivals, duels in the snow, his laughter in the virtual history. The fact of his return fell like a settled stone into Qin Qianbai’s heart lake.
The heart lake, tranquil since enlightennt, thus beca utterly turbulent.
“——So annoying!!!”
“Huh?! “
The crossed blades pressed down simultaneously, forcefully repelling Qin Ming’s blade. An inexplicable strength allowed Qin Qianbai to execute an impossible counterattack!
Qin Ming let out a sound of confusion as Qin Qianbai stood upright. The Wanhua Blade, chipped from the previous strike, ignored the injuries as it swung, nearly crippling the right arm. Yet, Qin Qianbai’s actions did not stop; she continued slashing, stepping forward in large strides, swinging the injured arm with brute force as if treating her body itself as a tool, swinging blade within her own blood! Swinging the blade!
The once exquisite skills completely vanished, severe injuries distorted Qin Qianbai’s movents, making the simple slashes as rough as a beginner randomly swinging a wooden sword. Yet every strike carried an indomitable montum, every strike was as fierce as destroying the jade along with the stones. Qin Ming’s blade stance was forced back alive, and the girl suddenly erupted with unprecedented focus and valor, shouting fiercely like her own blade, her gaze like twin long nails, so fierce that it seed to pierce Qin Ming’s eyes.
“‘Huh’ what ‘huh,’ so noisy it’s killing ! Do you think everyone is your nanny, able to discern your emotions from your mumblings? It’s like this every ti, like an idiot child lacking language prowess, so annoyingly vexing. Just say what you want, I’m not interested in guessing what you wish to express!”
The Wanhua Blade transford into a long-handled broadsword, Qin Qianbai leapt up, roaring down a slash from above. Qin Ming, for the first ti, took a defensive stance, raising his dual blades in defense, a trace of distress between his brows: “Little Qian, how can you speak like this. I am your uncle…”
“Shut up, shut your mouth!” Qin Qianbai shouted angrily. Qin Ming instinctively shrank his head; he had never seen the girl in this manner, ferocious like an enraged lion.
“Uncle, you have the nerve to say that! From the age of seven till now, have you ever done what a senior should do?!” Qin Qianbai attacked as she spoke, “Living freely outside all by yourself, arrogantly calling yourself so ‘Ming Guest.’ Yeah, being a passerby is so delightful, not having to bear any responsibility or obligations, going wherever you want to go, doing whatever you want to do. But did you ever think about where the burdens you left behind went? Did you ever consider who ca to bear the responsibilities you abandoned?”
Qin Qianbai raised her blade to slash, only executing the simplest of chops, not changing her approach regardless of Qin Ming’s counter. Every strike landed on the sa point, each blade faster than the last, each more forceful, her words like the sparks forging a sharp blade, each speech unleashing an unimaginable surge of montum in the blade force.
“Those responsibilities fall on Yan Qi and Uncle Liu! They fall on and Ah Ce! Who do you think forced since I was young to practice until I beca emotionless? Who do you think made our family recently the enemy of the world? The year you slaughtered the family and left ho, only for trouble to return to the Divine Capital because you ca back with the Hidden Law Master, where do you get the face to call yourself a senior, Qin Ming!!”
The last blade crashed down, finally breaking Qin Ming’s defense. Qin Qianbai loosened her left hand early, making a rock-hard straight punch to Qin Ming’s chest. Trading wound for wound, the simplest and quickest crack thod, forcing both sides to an unavoidable extre, making “counterattack after being wounded” theoretically the best solution!
This punch sent Qin Ming flying backward, and when he landed on both feet, he found himself in a desert in the northern United Federation. Qin Qianbai charged forward at the sa ti, eyes blazing with fiery anger. Qin Ming slashed three tis like lightning, the past strike was blocked, the future one dodged, the present slash aid straight for the chest, only to be broken by the Wanhua Blade which had transford into a spear.
Qin Qianbai swung the spear handle, and Qin Ming nimbly leaped onto the long spear handle. He sheathed his short blade, leaving only the long blade in his hand, narrowing his eyes: “It’s rare to hear you pour out your heart… You don’t like responsibility and obligation either, do you? You wish for a happy life too, right? So why not take my path? Why trouble yourself in this cage?”
“It’s bothering because I can’t be like you, you idiot!”
The pressure clogging her heart completely disappeared, with the once-lost montum rising unstoppably. Her strength increased, her state recovered, her reaction speed and thinking ability comprehensively rebounded. Her heart found the motive power supporting herself, and her body responded accordingly. Now she was more agile than ever, stronger than in any previous battle.
So good, Ah Ce returned. Finally able to frankly admit it. No more need to deceive herself.
——In Qin Qianbai’s heart, this battle had nothing to do with the bigger picture or all beings.
This was a purely personal vendetta, the emotions propelling her to the battlefield, was the “annoyance” accumulated over the years. What responsibility, what obligation, let those things all see to hell. The one busy protecting the world is Ah Ce, she stood here to give this bastard a good beating, to let him know what other’s troubles are!
The long spear rose like a dragon, knocking Qin Ming off the spear rod. Qin Qianbai grasped the spear with one hand, darting through with all her might, closely following the spear, rushing forward with all her strength. The Wanhua Spear was blocked by Qin Ming’s crossed arms, and Qin Qianbai executed a spinning kick right at the spear handle. The spear accelerated a second ti in a roar, breaking through Ming Blade’s interception. Qin Ming slashed to destroy the “being hit” possibility, the spear tip grazing his hair, yet at this mont Qin Qianbai’s backhand had arrived. In mid-air, she twisted and turned, her left foot’s toe sharply jabbed down, striking right at Qin Ming’s neck!
The sharp Foot Blade brought up a glint of blood, Qin Ming had his first injury since the battle began. He took a step back from the impact, with a look of delight in his eyes.
“Great, just like that! Now that’s the strength you should have, Qin Qianbai!” Qin Ming praised. He still smiled in this life-and-death struggle, like a madman possessed.
“Your driving force is anger and annoyance, the purest emotions! Then keep your motive power well, tighten every nerve. I’m going to show my real skills. Be careful, don’t lose!”
Qin Qianbai, who was in pursuit, roared with equal rage.
“I will not lose. I definitely won’t lose. I, definitely won’t lose to an adult like you!!!”
The Wanhua Spear was retrieved by chains, transforming into a simple long stick in Qin Qianbai’s hand. Qin Ming sidestepped, raising the long blade horizontally. The filthy, malevolent killing intent flashed when the blade was drawn, yet was washed by the pure battle spirit in the sheath. This slash washed away any pretense, returning to simplicity, as if slashing from that night long ago, as pure as the first snow of winter.
Dirt World Sword: Slayer Asura. A supre skill slashing towards the past!
It was a slash from the long river of ti, his blade aid at every inch of past ti. mories would be severed, experiences would be cut, any traceable moves were no match for this move, a counter based on the past did not hold up. Therefore, Qin Qianbai used the long stick as a counter; the tip of the stick enveloped in the aura of inevitable victory pointed out, like a grandmaster placing the decisive piece.
This was a move that did not exist in the past, perfected in a “nonexistent” conflict in virtual history, originating from a Rashamon beyond ti and space. This point ignored forr events, not pondering the past, destined as the winning hand of the mont, an impeccable strike soaring out of the evil lands of the United Federation.
Finger Technique: Star Geotrical Decision!
The finger force shattered the blade’s power, reality pressed down the past, the Wanhua Stick, with an unstoppable force, pointed out, striking right at Qin Ming’s head!
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