Chapter 956: 954: Concentration
When the music started playing,
Reagan, as the Observer, naturally focused his gaze on the other’s head, as if a Fra and title would soon appear.
Of course, he quickly realized this was another form of music expression.
The opponent wasn’t a Patient, and this music was not the biological lody expressed by DNA, but a malicious special expression, restoring the classic music recorded between its literary diums,
the kind that always plays in the background when a Murderer in the movies is about to start a Slaughter.
A feeling absolutely different from before surrounded Reagan, even Miss Faye, who often ca out during dangerous monts, was hiding inside Reagan at this mont, as if recalling the monts she was once slaughtered.
All alarm systems inside Reagan were fully activated, chanical lubricating oil seeping from his forehead, quickly passing a ssage to Yi Chen below.
"Mr. Yi, the opponent has compressed all external ’energy’ back into his body to a single point, even like a singularity of a small universe... unlike anything we’ve dealt with before.
He is a pure Murderer, having no other distractions besides killing.
Before, it was only tracking and probing;
now he has officially listed you as a target for Slaughter, the quality of attack is likely to change drastically."
However, the information Reagan sent over received no feedback, audio data seemingly sinking directly into the Deep sea.
It was then that Reagan realized, Yi Chen’s aura was also withdrawn into his body, without any Death extending outward, and the vast Dead Sea behind him was without a ripple, calm and still.
Also an extre of purity.
"The sa type? In that case, I also need to focus."
Reagan closed his eyes, even temporarily wiping away the structure of his eyes, abandoning conventional Vision to amplify the power of his detectors, seriously perceiving the impending butcher.
...
Sigh~Huff~
Yi Chen, who had completely quieted down, filtered out all invalid information, only the rhythmic closeness of heavy leather shoe sounds by his ear.
Heavy and with every step, it seed to step on the soul’s surface, such a strong oppressive feeling that it could directly strip most opponents of their fighting spirit, leaving them at the rcy.
It had been a long ti since Yi Chen t such an opponent who surpassed him in multiple aspects.
At this ti, a woman’s hand gently placed on his shoulder.
This hand was not young, one could say weathered by the years, even with nurous battle scars seen. It did not belong to Fu Jiang, but another woman.
When the palm gently rested on the shoulder, Yi Chen’s thoughts returned to childhood, back to the enclosed office of the Orphanage.
Five-year-old Yi Chen sat on the director’s lap, a hand naturally rested on her shoulder.
"Your performance today was great... however, the ’projects’ prepared by the Orphanage for you are mostly set within your greatest potential range, or you could say so scenes and external conditions can be utilized to turn the situation around.
But if you really encounter soone who surpasses you in all aspects, and the opponent has you completely locked, how would you handle it?"
"Escape... at all costs."
Crack!
Director Cao’s fingers lightly exerted force and shattered Yi Chen’s shoulder.
"I said, the opponent is superior in all aspects, even more familiar with the surroundings than you, can you escape? What should be done then?"
Yi Chen, with a shattered shoulder, didn’t scream or panic, calmly responded,
"Can’t escape? Then only beco more focused than the opponent, focus on one point, the point I’m best at, fight at all costs."
"Finally, sothing like proper. Exactly, the Orphanage’s training for you seems all-around, but what they truly want to teach is[Concentration].
Do not get distracted by emotions, harsh environnts, and the oppressive feeling brought by Death, anything that affects your Heart Realm is garbage, waste, unnecessary.
You must focus, more focused than anyone, then there will always be a chance, even if you die, there will be no pain or regrets."
"Got it..."
In reality,
Director Cao’s phantom was whispering in his ear, "Worthy of being my student, this level of concentration is truly reassuring..."
The leather shoe sound was already near,
Yi Chen, wearing a white tie, had Black Liquid dripping continuously from his hair, his eyes tightly closed.
Step! The leather shoe sound stopped just like that.
The Disaster towering over two ters stood in front of Yi Chen at this mont, standing more than a head taller, wider even in side view.
The dinner knife under the Black night was shining with a silver glow.
Reagan and Lene, as Observers, were already sweating profusely watching this scene, only Yi Chen remained without any feeling.
Just like a scene in a movie,
The Disaster did not quickly draw the blade but slowly lifted his arm, slashing down like an ordinary person.
Seemingly easy to Dodge, yet it actually had a ’compulsive constraint’ effect, as if the "murder script" was already set, being chopped was an established fact.
Yi Chen’s body was bound by an invisible Murder Mark script, unable to move, as if countless giant hands of the Disaster were holding his body, imprisoning his soul.
Unlike the previous Consciousness Slash,
this slash was a real cut, gathering the highest levels of Malice and the heart realm of the ultimate Murderer.
Swoosh!
The blade fell,
In theory, unable to make any moves, yet Yi Chen’s eyes subtly changed, his concentration at that instant surpassed the Disaster in front of him, breaking through the limitation.
But he only managed to shift his body to the right.
Swoosh!
The severed left arm soared high, with Black Liquid splattering from the wound.
According to the script, Yi Chen, who should have been split from head to toe, due to the tily Dodge, only lost his left arm. Since the fact did not progress according to the script, the constraint was temporarily broken.
Yi Chen regained his Freedom with a smile on his face,
he didn’t take this chance to wield the Black Blade in his right arm.
Instead, he dropped the blade, grabbing [Disaster] by the collar with bare hands.
His body tilted,
pulling Disaster down together while grasping the collar,
Falling backward, Yi Chen did not hit the ground, but at the mont of contact, Black waves splashed... the originally muddy ground had turned into the surface of the Dead Sea.
Sinking into the Dead Sea, Yi Chen rapidly dissolved and disappeared.
Drawn down, the Disaster also ca to this Dead Sea that forbade the living, his physical body easily blocked the invasion of Death, with not a trace of impurity in his gaze.
Because he firmly locked onto Yi Chen as the target, the Murder Mark drove him decisively to swim toward the deep of the Dead Sea.
No need for long dives,
’Murder Mark’ allowed him to instantly arrive at a landing position within a thousand ters around the target,
Therefore, the Disaster only slightly dived before arriving at the indescribable front door of the great hall,
Countless dead were kneeling before the door and inside the hall, each holding their severed head, performing such a posture for worship.
The Disaster stepped through the road among the dead with his giant leather shoes, eyes naturally moving upward, looking towards the Executioner tableau at the center of the great hall.
The one-ard Yi Chen was sitting on the Throne of the tableau, pressing down the knife with one hand, observing him like a King.
The Disaster tilted his head again, expressing confusion,
even having severed his arm, the other’s aura should have significantly reduced, yet Yi Chen on the Throne had not only not weakened but strengthened a lot.
In a certain sense, even overpowering him.
At this mont, Yi Chen was no longer rely a Murderer but had ascended to a King, a ruler of the Realm of the Dead, accompanied by subjects like a King.
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