Chapter 522 "Victory" (4K)
The remaining nineteen fires were extinguished at the same time, and the majestic disaster surrounded the psyker like a planetary belt.
The "quantity" of psychic energy never represents true killing power.
It is true that the destructive power of raindrops sliding across bamboo joints and roaring river waves are very different, but in the final analysis, they cannot break gold and iron. When the "quantity" reaches a certain limit, its "quality" tends to a line of marginal attenuation.
This is also the reason why Song Shi never does anything like blowing up twenty-eight fire seeds in one breath.
I have made an evaluation myself and found that if it is used purely for one strike and only seeks to enhance the pure killing power, each new fire seed can be improved by one step. With his current strength, the critical point for this enhancement is ten. Above this, investing more fire will only increase the scope of destruction, and the lethality will be minimal.
But this can't defeat the opponent.
So, go all-or-nothing and go beyond the breaking point.
It was like endless misfortune rising up, which was a vast spiritual energy that even surprised Isidore. With the constant blessing of [Heavenly Sun], they have now reached an unprecedented level of strength. A "strong-willed" person in the usual context will burn through his mind if he is contaminated with it, and his consciousness will collapse into ashes.
Even Song Shi himself is not exempt from vulgarity.
It can be regarded as a two-way rush.
The moment before he truly reached the "top of the mountain", Song Shi only maintained a small, central point of his own authenticity, allowing the violent and arrogant murderous intention to fill his mind, and let go of the blockade on the misfortune. Take the initiative to push them to the extreme.
The vast spiritual energy transformed into nineteen fire seeds surged into the "sun" dragged out by Zhong Xi.
The murderous power was more terrifying than ever before. As Song Shi exhausted all means, the imagined concept truly condensed into an exact entity. Even though Zhong Kill was trembling with grief, and the billowing flames of disaster made Song Shi's consciousness seem to melt, even this all-out murderous power could only be maintained for a short moment.
But killing someone only takes such a short moment.
The ultimate pinnacle, the ultimate killing power.
Time became quiet, and the never-ending river slowed down silently, and then froze into invisible layers of ice.
The only thing left between heaven and earth is the dark sun that is full of violence and destruction, and then descends.
If Song Shi had put some thought into this gap, he would have noticed Isidore's face.
The corners of her mouth were raised unconsciously, and the woman's eyes showed undisguised appreciation, and her praise was filled with substantial brilliance. Her pupils reflected the approaching dark sun, but what really emerged in her eyes was the young man's appearance on the verge of being shattered.
Then Isidore moved.
Like an ingenious dance, the halberd first rotated between the five fingers, then caught it, rising from the bottom and striking at the setting sun falling from the sky. Six paths, seven paths, or ten paths? Multiple psychic skills worked together, bursting out with a heart-stopping light.
If the great sun evolved by Song Shi is a mighty and desperate move, then Isidore's style inherits her previous style. From the deepest part of the external brilliant light, it is pure and straight power. .
Because it is pure, it is indestructible, and because it is straight, it is unstoppable.
The heavy sword collided with the halberd. In the face of the extreme killing force, even the latter couldn't bear it. It couldn't help but tremble and seemed to want to stay away from the battlefield. The dark sun was sinking little by little, and the blazing halberd was lowered inch by inch, almost touching the tip of the woman's nose.
Isidore loosened his grip on the halberd.
It's time.
Even though Song Shi was concentrating, he couldn't see clearly what happened at this moment. He could only see clearly what happened in the next moment.
The fingers of that well-proportioned and strong hand were clenched tightly.
The move that had been accumulated for a long time was executed with the most leisurely attitude.
So, kill again.
Shattered.
Among the slowly splattering fragments, a leisurely punch hit the sun straight, and the latter let out a deathly cry. At the same time, the skin of Isidore's five fingers and arms melted silently, and the murderous power never stopped, deep and deep. It was deeply imprinted into the bone marrow, and even rushed straight into the limbs and bones, destroying the whole body.
But this punch did not waver at all, and the remaining fist shape remained straight.
It shattered the heavy sword and penetrated the sun. From then on, there was no obstruction, and it penetrated Song Shi's heart accurately.
It's time.
Isidore suddenly raised his eyes, but before that, Song Shi's figure blurred for a moment.
No, it's not blurry, it's an overly powerful spiritual energy, such as a huge source of gravity that pulls the stars, causing distortion of perception.
The whining disaster flames that were blasted into debris all solidified and collapsed towards Isidore, who was almost touching each other.
It was stronger and shorter than the blow of nineteen fire seeds. Under the weight of the unimaginable blow, it transformed again, and the spiritual energy that surpassed the ultimate and peak condensed into a thin line of fire traces.
Gone in a flash.
In less than a thousandth of a second, the fire marks dissipated.
Isidore looked at the place where the fire marks dissipated. After studying it for a while, her eyes moved to the floor. The spotless ground reflected the woman's face, as well as the unexpectedly missing section of silver-gray hair beside her right ear.
After a long while, the woman chuckled.
"Humph, you learn pretty quickly."
No reply.
Song Shi lowered his head, unable to see his expression clearly, and his breath was so weak that he couldn't hear it even if he pressed it to his ear.
Isidore took back his blood-stained right hand, and Song Shi fell to the ground with a plop, the red-gold liquid boiling and burning tirelessly.
She didn't take it seriously either. She first restored her hand to its original appearance, swatted away the evil flame that had swallowed up most of her body, then knelt down and snapped her fingers at the young man.
Song Shi opened his eyes.
I saw a cold woman.
He subconsciously vomited blood, but he didn't expect that he didn't cough up much after vomiting twice.
"It's been fixed a little bit," Isidore said.
The brief sense of clarity brought about by waking up disappeared, and the deep pain suddenly came back.
Song Shi tried to sit up, but found that it was more comfortable to lie down. He subconsciously looked down and saw that it was very good. The big hole on the left side of his chest was still open, spewing plasma and sparks outward, like a dying volcano.
"Why haven't you repaired this area?"
As soon as the words came out, they were so hoarse that even Song Shi was startled. A sharp tearing pain came from his throat. It was like eating a bag of red hot coals alive. It should be the sequelae of the previous series of blessings that reached the limit. It was probably that his throat was burned through. .
"Do your own thing." Isidore glanced at the big hole in his chest. The previously punched heart was intact. No, this new heart looked like it was pinched out of a pile of minced meat. It looked crude. On the verge of collapse: "My life is on the line for you, and you will have to take care of the rest of your injuries."
"Okay"
Song Shi grinned. Against the backdrop of the burnt features and wisps of misfortune, the smile looked a little too horrible to look at. The only thing that cannot be dimmed is the joy in this smile.
"How?" he said cheerfully.
"Hmm, it's unexpected." Isidore's brows were smooth, and his tone did not fluctuate at all, and he said frankly: "I have deceived you."
"There is no way. After much thought, this is the only possibility of victory."
Although his condition was extremely poor, he had allowed the opponent to stabilize his attack after all, and he would not be dead for a while. Song Shi was very interested, and his words were impatient.
"It doesn't matter whether it's day or night, or 'self-immolation', including the blessing of nineteen fire seeds. At the moment when the state is at its peak, use all the killing power." Song Shi said smoothly: "But even with such a move, I I’m still not sure, I’m probably 30% sure at most.”
"And your chance is only this one blow." Isidore nodded.
"Yes, only the moment you reach the peak is valuable. Going forward, even if I can maintain this peak for a while, the threat will be much lower, let alone winning through it."
"So there has to be a second strike." Song Shi's brows were filled with explicit joy: "If the first strike can win, naturally it's the best. If not, then I have to bet on the second strike. It's just my first strike. It means making a desperate move without leaving any room, if you are prepared for the second blow.”
Song Shi shrugged: "First of all, the killing power of the first strike will inevitably be affected and cannot reach the extreme. Secondly, I'm afraid I can't hide this hidden intention from you."
If it were the initial confrontation, intentions such as hidden moves could be concealed, but in the final stage, with this super-intense collision, the minds of both sides were almost entangled, the energy and energy were mixed, and it was difficult to make any changes. Outwit your opponents.
What's more, Isidore's combat experience and consciousness are so terrifying. In this case, it is almost impossible to hide the idea of "betting on the second strike".
"Throw yourself into death and live again."
Compared with the indifferent expression on his face, Isidore actually showed great patience. He not only listened to the young man's story, but also provided timely support.
"That's right, put yourself to death and live again."
Song Shi raised his face happily: "My limit has been reached. In the situation just now, if I want to go further, I must have external force to push me."
A series of blessings such as "self-immolation" can make a ball of firewood burn vigorously, but no matter how much it burns, there is a limit. If a gust of wind rushes in, the flame will exceed its limit and surge in an instant.
"You must have heard of the revolving lantern, right? I completely suppressed the idea of 'betting on the second hit' in my subconscious, so that I could hit the first hit with all my heart. But once the first hit failed, nothing happened. There is no doubt that I must have been defeated by you. Then the moment I was on the verge of death, this thought came to my subconscious.”
"Death can make people burst into unprecedented strength. This is a widely circulated truth." Song Shi said with emotion: "I have indeed reached the peak, but after being punched by you and dying, a new one appeared on the top of the mountain. Ladder, I just need to grab it at that moment.”
Isidore had already sorted out the whole picture, and his expression remained unchanged.
After the final punch penetrated the first blow, Song Shi's reaction was indeed beyond her expectation. Her final consciousness, which was fixed at the moment of death, affected the surrounding spiritual energy that had been blasted away and was not threatening.
Facing Isidore's powerful punch, they fell apart, but they were also transformed like sand after heavy pressure and compaction.
The new peak at the moment of death and the new spiritual energy of transformation.
The second strike was far less powerful than the first strike. The only thing worthy of praise was its "quality" that exceeded the limit.
If the first strike is to polish the divine weapon to the extreme, then the second strike is to abandon the rest, the edge of the divine weapon. Short, fragile, delicate, and sharp beyond imagination.
Before Isidore could react, he broke through her defense. The ends of the hair can be cut off. The rest can naturally be cut off as well.
"——Do you see clearly now?" Isidore spoke again.
There was no immediate answer.
Song Shi closed his eyes and pondered for a while before opening them again.
Although from a pessimistic point of view, he bet his chance of victory on the second strike, the first strike still used all his strength. There is no doubt that it is the pinnacle move and its killing power is unbelievable.
As a result, with such a move, he was punched in the face by the opponent - at that moment, he didn't even understand what happened.
"I can only say that I have figured it out a little bit."
As he spoke, Song Shi couldn't help but fall into thinking again. After a few minutes, he came back to his senses and finally spoke formally.
"This punch is extremely powerful. It is indeed of an incredible level. But whether it is martial arts, energy operation or other aspects, let alone the question of whether I can reproduce it, at least it is still at a level that I can see and see. Understand the scope.”
Song Shi's speaking speed was not too fast: "If that's all, I'm 60%, no, 70% sure that I can beat you with the first blow, or the bottom line is evenly matched."
"But there is a 'thing' that I can't understand, attached to this punch. According to my current judgment, it should be some kind of psychic energy involving cause and effect? You anchored the result of victory, and this punch is the cause of getting there.”
"Although it's not a hit, it's not far off." After hearing this, Isidore said something in the style of Eastern China.
She did not stand up and looked at the young man lying on the ground: "As a reward for the younger generation, do you think you win?"
Song Shi stared at the woman. After a long time, the young man suddenly relaxed and sighed deeply.
"If I hadn't made a mistake, you didn't seem to have any murderous intention during this whole scene."
"Hmph." The corners of Isidore's mouth curved slightly: "Why do I want to kill?"
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"Disappointed?"
"Disappointed? How is that possible."
The stable injury gradually showed signs of shaking again. This time, Song Shi successfully coughed up blood, but there was only joy from the bottom of his heart on the young man's face.
Song Shi coughed up blood, looking up with blood-burning eyes, and bright fire ignited in his pupils: "This shows that I can really go one step further!"
"Do you want to continue to be my patrol patrol?"
Isidore raised his index finger, slender and powerful.
"Haha." Song Shi smiled: "What do you think?"
The index finger was placed between the eyebrows and poked.
The huge trauma of dying finally broke out. The young man's body became limp, his head tilted, and he fell into a coma.
"Not a good boy."
(End of chapter)