Chapter 317: Final Slash

(PS: Thanks to Alliance Leader Cao Caofugui for the alliance-level tip. I am adding an extra chapter for this, and I thank you again for your support.)

(PS2: I had set up the update earlier, but I modified the final part of this chapter when the time came. I am finally satisfied with it, though it took some time. I hope everyone will forgive me.)

A single blade strike descended, the blade light brilliant and carrying the intent of absolute slaughter.

At this moment, the Tyrant was blasted to the edge of the battlefield by an irresistible, immense force. His entire body hung over the void at this edge, and the power of the world's rules left him with nowhere to hide. Seeing the blade strike coming, he immediately swung his great halberd to meet it. Even though his posture was compromised by his back being against the edge, the halberd's strike remained unfathomable, giving one the feeling that it was both a defense and a slash.

Seeing that the two were about to collide, the Tyrant suddenly saw the resolute look in Su Xing's eyes, as well as a certain spiritual-level resonance. The fingers gripping his halberd trembled instantly, his muscles forcibly shifted, and the force changed from a blocking force to a neutralizing force. His entire body adjusted its posture slightly, his internal energy shifting from integrated to scattered, and his previously tense muscles relaxed.

Although it happened in a flash, the Tyrant's body was twenty meters tall, making those subtle changes particularly obvious. Su Xing was also a martial arts master; even though not even 0.1 seconds had passed, he still perceived all of this, and his heart sank instantly.

Sure enough, the Great Dao and the great halberd collided. The thousand-fold power of the Immortal Instant Thousand Strikes erupted, and the crushing counter-force of the Kratos title exploded as well. In just an instant, the Tyrant's arm holding the halberd cracked, skin tearing and muscles snapping. He nearly lost his grip on the halberd. Under the slash, the blade light of the Heroic Spirit Breaking Blade cut into his shoulder, entering the flesh by several fen, almost reaching the bone.

But at the same time, the Tyrant's upper body used the force of the collision to pivot. This blade did not dismember his arm; it merely cut into the flesh.

In a one-second exchange, as the Tyrant's body pivoted and rolled, he kicked down from above toward Su Xing. The momentum was fierce, and the kick was launched like a spring. The immense power left Su Xing unable to pursue, forcing him to swing his blade in a slash. The blade light swept out like a full moon, slicing off one of the Tyrant's toes, but the kick simultaneously struck the side of Su Xing's blade-wielding arm with a tricky momentum.

With a crisp crack, Su Xing's arm bent at an unnatural angle, and he was kicked away, also slamming into the edge of the rules.

In the third second, the Tyrant landed, Su Xing landed, and both stepped forward to charge at each other.

"What kind of power is this? Everything extraordinary has already been forbidden, yet your power just now was directly a hundred times greater than when our forces collided!"

The Tyrant's lips trembled weakly at high speed. The voice rang in Su Xing's ears, but the speed was extremely fast, as if it were a language played at triple or quadruple speed in a movie.

Su Xing naturally did not know this technique. He was certain this was not some extraordinary internal energy, but a speaking technique truly performed with the physical body. He did not answer, simply raising his blade to charge, still striking toward the Tyrant's halberd without change.

The Tyrant was thrusting his halberd forward. Seeing Su Xing's great blade swing, he twisted his arm. In the instant before the collision, the halberd slightly shifted direction, striking the back of the Heroic Spirit Breaking Blade from the side. With the clash of power, the trajectory of Su Xing's blade collapsed instantly; it was neither a slash nor a block.

The Tyrant showed astonishment, but his momentum was spent. Su Xing, however, seemed to have anticipated this situation. The moment the Heroic Spirit Breaking Blade's trajectory collapsed, he shook both arms simultaneously. His flesh and blood seemed to liquefy, and his arms instantly mutated and elongated, extending by a full three meters. Carrying the Heroic Spirit Breaking Blade like a whip, he traced a curve, turned a half-circle, and slashed again at the spot where he had previously cut three fen deep. It was almost a perfect fit, cutting straight into the original wound, this time entering the bone by three fen and embedding itself there.

"Good, good, good... truly inconceivable!"

"There are so many heroes in this world, and the world is filled with endless wonders!"

"Everything extraordinary has been forbidden, yet there can still be such inconceivable things!"

The Tyrant roared, yet a look of wild ecstasy appeared on his face. Ignoring the blade embedded in his arm, he let out a thunderous shout, his arm muscles tightening violently. At the same time, he tilted his torso, using his bones to catch the blade, and pulled downward with all his might. Wu Pifu's arms were strained to the limit, and the Spirit-Shattering Blade was forcibly ripped from his palms, falling toward the ground.

However, the Tyrant's hand holding the halberd also hung down and tilted. Only the arm holding the shield could still move. Just as Su Xing lost his great blade, the great shield came crushing in from the side.

Su Xing was in mid-air. Seeing the great shield about to smash into his face, the muscles on his back squirmed, turning into a pair of flesh wings. At the critical moment, the wings flapped, barely changing his direction. He slid past the great shield, almost grazing it. In the instant the shield brushed past, Su Xing reached out with a claw, tearing into the Tyrant's shield-bearing arm.

The claw was a tiger claw. As it landed, a thousand forces erupted. However, the Tyrant's body also had a thousand forces to counteract it. The force was almost completely neutralized, but the physical strength of the flesh remained. With just one claw tear, a strip of muscle on the arm was flipped open and severed, and Su Xing also fell toward the ground.

In the ninth second, the Tyrant ignored the wounds on his arms. He stood with his feet sideways, and with a tense and release, his entire body crashed forward from the side. Su Xing, still in mid-air, was struck by the Tyrant's knee, rolling and flying out. He had only flown three or four meters when the Tyrant's shield-bearing arm swung forward violently. Finally, the shield smashed into Su Xing's body.

With a muffled thud, the Tyrant immediately stepped forward to continue the pursuit. But after only two steps, in less than 0.1 seconds, he discovered that Su Xing had vanished without a trace. Without a second thought, he rolled sideways, the shield in his hand pressing toward the ground.

Su Xing, half of his body smashed by the shield, had his arm and thigh on one side instantly explode into fragments. However, his flesh and blood were as viscous as liquid, clinging to the broken bone shards. As the Tyrant pressed the shield toward the ground, the flesh and blood of his broken limbs wrapped around the edge of the shield like tentacles. He kicked the shield with his single foot, almost pulling the tentacled flesh taut. The next moment, he flew out using the rebound force, and by the time the shield pressed to the ground, he had already slid to the Tyrant's side.

It was exactly where the Heroic Spirit Breaking Blade was embedded in the bone!

His body sprang forward, single arm gripping the blade. In the instant they passed each other, the Tyrant's arm holding the halberd was completely dismembered.

In the fifteenth second, Su Xing landed and stood up. The Tyrant rolled forward once and also stood up.

The twenty-meter-tall Tyrant giant had one arm severed, and the other arm was also a bloody mess. Su Xing had lost one arm and one leg, having been pressed into a pulp by the shield, and half of his body was also a bloody mess.

The Tyrant said in a deep voice, "My mass is about three times yours, and my height is ten times yours. My strength, defense, reaction, endurance, speed... all surpass yours by far, not to mention the accumulation of a martial artist... truly impressive."

Su Xing did not answer. Even with only one arm gripping the blade and standing on one leg, his aura was not the least bit weak. As the Tyrant spoke, he swung his great blade, leaped forward on his single leg, and another moon-wheel blade light slashed over.

The Tyrant blocked with his shield again, and the immense weight of the Heroic Spirit Breaking Blade pressed fully onto the shield. But with one slash, the great shield shattered, yet the Tyrant's figure was no longer behind it. He had discarded the shield the moment he blocked. However, the shield was so large that it almost blocked all of Su Xing's vision. When the blade broke the shield, the Tyrant had already rolled away. He did not take the opportunity to attack, simply reaching out with his lone arm to scoop at the ground. Instantly, the fallen great halberd was back in his hand.

When Su Xing broke the great shield with one blade, the Tyrant gripped the halberd with one hand and thrust it upward, the tip aiming for Su Xing's lower body. The difference in size was vast; if this strike landed, Su Xing would be pierced through instantly. He did not dodge, simply raising his blade to slash downward, the great blade clashing directly against the halberd tip.

With the collision, the web between Su Xing's thumb and forefinger split instantly, and he was sent flying more than ten meters away. As he rolled and landed, the Tyrant had already rushed out, the great halberd in his hand swinging down again.

One blade, one halberd, both sides slashed at each other.

Strange moves emerged one after another, the essence of martial arts. In these ten, twenty, twenty-five, and nearly thirty seconds, their moves became increasingly fierce and bizarre. In the end, they returned to simplicity, both blade and halberd reaching the peak of skill.

But after all, the difference in strength was vast. With a "pop," during the clash in the twenty-ninth second, Su Xing's Heroic Spirit Breaking Blade finally failed, being fiercely cleaved open by the halberd. Empty-handed, with only one arm left, Su Xing stood in the corner, with nowhere to retreat. The Tyrant, holding the halberd with one arm, finally used all his strength to smash down.

"I will remember you, strong one. You are worth me remembering!"

The Tyrant said.

Full power eruption!

Then... thirty seconds!

Su Xing finally caught the Tyrant's full-power strike...

!

Kratos Title!

Thirty seconds!

Su Xing reached forward with one hand, touching the great halberd!!

In an instant, an unrivaled, immense force erupted from Su Xing's palm, spreading up along the halberd. The halberd tip snapped, held by Su Xing's single grip. The halberd body shattered, his arm was shaken into a pulp. In almost a thousandth of a second, in the Tyrant's disbelieving gaze, Su Xing had landed before his face.

With both arms broken and full power used, in the last less than a second, this incredible, immense force struck again.

"Give it to me!"

Su Xing's lips trembled rapidly, the urgent voice falling into the Tyrant's ears.

The Tyrant's face showed astonishment first, then relief, and finally wild laughter.

"Take it!"

The halberd tip flashed, the radiance as before, still a brilliant light slashing across...

The Tyrant's head fell to the ground, Su Xing fell behind his body.

That day... he saw the Forbidden Canon, and in a daze, he seemed to see infinite worlds. His ambition swelled fiercely in his heart.

He won, and he lost.

That day... he knelt before the green mountains, the vast sea, and the blue sky, offering up his own arms, legs, and body, dying with a loud laugh.

"He lost, and he won."

That day... the halberd tip was like a blade, brilliant as ever, the Tyrant's head fell to the ground.

The thousand-plus people in the Demon City looked blankly at the sky, watching the Tyrant's head fall to the ground.

He swore by this heaven and earth, and finally came riding the world.

He cut off the head of the End-Time Giant!!

(End of Chapter)