Chapter 81

Thud!!

When the two figures landed, their feet smashed several cracks into the concrete ground.

One held a blade, one held a sword, and their momentum was equally astonishing.

But there were great differences in their appearance.

The silver-haired old man holding the blade was dressed in a suit, long trousers, and leather shoes, looking luxurious, yet there were dozens of bloodstains all over his body; although most of the wounds in those places had healed, only the tears in his clothes remained.

But on his shoulders and waist, there were two or three places still oozing blood, not having had time to self-heal.

The young man holding the sword had eyebrows that seemed to be slightly puffed up due to his full-body exertion, thick and long.

Yet, apart from wisps of heat rising from many parts of his body and his skin being flushed red, not a single wound could be seen.

"What were you laughing at just now?"

Chu Chu Tianshu exhaled a puff of white air; amidst such singing, he also felt exceptionally happy.

"The Great Wall will never fall, hahahaha, it seems that even if ghosts and gods show initiative, they still haven't shaken our world yet!"

Nie Nie Longding knew there was no hope and his expression was blank.

"Singing in this kind of occasion? Singing here is actually effective? And the order of the lyrics was even wrong?"

Nie Nie Longding's gaze shifted slightly, noticing the crowd over there.

"Singing breaks the law; Shen Yuntai, it really is you."

Shen Yuntai stared at him for a while and said, "Ah Jun chose this song."

"Uncle Nie."

There wasn't much change on Fang Jun's face, but between his brows, it was as complex as two dying silkworms.

Not willing to die until seeing late autumn, and still unwilling after seeing autumn.

Nie Nie Longding had already withdrawn his gaze, staring at Chu Chu Tianshu, but said, "Ah Jun, in my plan, I really never thought I would see you here."

"But I..."

Fang Jun said somewhat with difficulty, "I had already dreamed of it long ago."

He was indeed the one who had received the most of Nie Nie Longding's true teachings, and he even understood the essence of the secret techniques of the two ghost cards.

It was just that he had never gone to search for fierce souls to raise by his side.

He wasn't afraid that he couldn't handle one or two fierce souls; he was afraid of his foster father.

If he really raised two fierce souls by his side, then he would truly be too much like Nie Nie Longding's successor.

When the time came, would there be things he absolutely couldn't accept in the business Nie Nie Longding handed over to him?

He had always been afraid of this point.

Especially in the past few years, after Nie Nie Longding recovered from a serious illness.

Fang Jun felt that his foster father seemed to treat that serious illness as a form of tempering; after passing it, he had even more spirit and fighting will.

That made him even more afraid.

Therefore, he had indeed dreamed many times of meeting his foster father on the battlefield; even if it wasn't an occasion like today, it might have been some other occasion.

He could use waking up in a fright to escape the situation in his dreams, without having to make a choice.

But reality finally forced him into the appearance of his dreams.

Fang Jun suddenly took a step forward.

"I originally really didn't know what choice I would make if I stood opposite Uncle Nie."

"It seemed extremely difficult, so I escaped too many times."

Nie Nie Longding didn't care.

"You're just a child. In the past, you escaped the position I arranged for you, so you weren't important in my industry. Later, you escaped the soul-raising technique, your combat power wasn't enough, so you aren't important here today either."

Nie Nie Longding's voice was flat, but it sounded like a mockery.

"The saddest thing isn't that my child is my enemy, but that you don't even have the weight to make a choice."

"Are you going to plead for mercy for me with your weak language to your superior and your partner?"

Fang Jun was very calm: "My choice isn't important, but I must also make a choice."

"Only when I really encountered this kind of thing today did I know that the answer was already in my heart; there are only two sentences."

His hands hung down, each holding a playing card.

"Director, please guide me on the timing of my strike."

This sentence was said to his senior, and there was another sentence for Nie Nie Longding.

He was very serious; even if the occasion were changed, even if Nie Nie Longding had the upper hand, he would still say this.

"Father, please, fight the last battle of your life!"

Nie Nie Longding's face was actually already snow-white, but after hearing this sentence, he was able to turn "slightly whiter" again.

"Good, good, Ah Jun, you are already an adult!"

"But your playing cards are completely useless now."

Nie Nie Longding suddenly slashed and cut off his own left arm.

The severed arm flew into mid-air, and blood surged out.

At this instant, he held his blade across his chest, and his demeanor had an astonishing tranquility.

The swordsman's attire seemed to overlap on him, his large sleeves fluttering.

Under the cherry blossom tree, meditating while holding a blade.

And he himself added a domineering spirit to this strike that the swordsman didn't have during his lifetime.

In front of five hundred people, meditating while holding a blade.

Bang!!!

The concrete ground cracked and sank another five or six centimeters.

The one-armed blade-wielder moved from extreme stillness to motion, thrusting in a straight line; the lightness of his body seemed as if he hadn't discarded an arm, but had discarded gravity.

With feet not touching the ground, the blade thrust in front of Chu Chu Tianshu.

Chu Chu Tianshu's pupils contracted, and his right-hand long sword suddenly sent out, leaving his hand.

Clang!!

This sword pierced through Nie Nie Longding in mid-air.

The inertia of his body rushing forward was all canceled out, a large hole opened in his chest, and blood sprayed out toward his back.

His entire body instead flipped backward and smashed onto the ground.

The Three-Seven Divine Sword flew diagonally upward, flying far away and shooting into the boundary fog.

Because of the special nature of the overflow zone, what enters the fog will also shoot back out from the fog.

When the divine sword returned, its speed gradually faded, forming a parabola.

Finally, the sword tip pointed downward, inserting itself into the sandy ground not far behind Nie Nie Longding's corpse.

People could roughly tell just now that the old man wasn't a good person and seemed to be the culprit.

However, the scene of the long sword flying through the air and piercing the body was still a bit too challenging for their nerves.

Everyone's footsteps subconsciously moved backward, all staying further away from that large pool of blood.

Chu Chu Tianshu discovered that Nie Nie Longding's self-healing ability came from the ghosts, so he adopted a strategy of shooting and hitting wildly with a large amount of "hidden weapons."

The ghosts' self-healing ability didn't come from thin air either; Nie Nie Longding had to supply mental energy to them.

When the two of them jumped down from the third floor, in fact, Nie Nie Longding's mental and ghostly energy had almost no more left.

He severed his own left arm, using the intense pain to stimulate his spirit, also to maximize the remaining power of the swordsman's soul.

This action was slightly beyond Chu Chu Tianshu's expectations.

"Books and paintings are the easiest things to share."

"So you could have made your move long ago."

Fang Jun looked at the corpse, but his words were directed at Chu Chu Tianshu, sighing, "Was it intentional to give me a chance to talk?"

"Am I such a delicate person? Heh, it's just that jumping down from the third floor made my heels a bit sore, and I needed to catch my breath too."

Chu Chu Tianshu's body relaxed, he exhaled a long, hot breath toward the sky, and the feeling of his skin being flushed red faded slightly.

"But, some things are indeed better said openly; if they weren't said openly at the time, they would only become more of a knot the more one thought about them later."

Fang Jun said in a low voice: "Thank you."

"It's nothing, today's fight was satisfying... Look over there, the fog is about to disperse!"

Chu Chu Tianshu glanced at the token screen, then looked at the boundary, suddenly remembered something, and turned his head to look for Shen Yuntai.

"By the way, Director Shen."

"In this incident, just inside the overflow zone, there were over five hundred people, and the thick fog covered the building; from the outside, it should also be very conspicuous."

"So now, can the matter of supernatural cases still be covered up?"

Shen Yuntai was originally happy that such a major event had concluded without causing many civilian casualties, and she was waving to the six bodyguards on the third floor.

Upon hearing this, her face suddenly turned into a bitter gourd.

(End of chapter)