Apocalyptic Era: Starting from picking up a Bishoujo
Chapter 464 - 434 Zhuang Cheng’s Blade 2

Chapter 464: 434 Zhuang Cheng’s Blade 2

Xiaoqiao’s gaze shifted back and forth between the roaring, burning blade and me.

I really didn’t expect the "Preacher" to reveal a weapon engraved with my name at this critical moment, claiming some "mythological restraint" nonsense. Honestly, in which mythology does a God named Zhuang Cheng even appear?

Also, the idea that two gods left legends of winning and losing, thereby forming a power restraint relationship in reality—I’ve only seen that kind of setting in anime and games before. Is this even reasonable?

Although these thoughts popped into my head instinctively, I immediately understood the logic behind them. Certainly, any well-known myth has nothing to do with me, but when it comes down to it, myth is the story of gods. Since I, as Impermanence, am seen as a godly existence, any feats I’ve left behind can be considered myths.

And as Impermanence, the feats I left behind inherently possess mysterious power, which is also true for Ming Zhuo. Under this logic, the feat that "I once defeated Ming Zhuo" certainly carries mysterious power as well.

Could this "Preacher" be my believer?

Probably not. Not to mention whether my believers exist within the Peach Blossom Sanctuary organization, they wouldn’t use this unfinished building as a crime scene and trap location. Moreover, whether the person before me is my believer or not, as a so-called god, I can easily discern this kind of thing.

The reason why the other party can manifest my power is probably because of the names engraved on that blade. Lu Chan once told me that after I became Impermanence, my name itself became a rune with power, and even he, who is not a believer, demonstrated the use of such a rune right in front of me.

That explains everything.

Even though it makes sense, I still want to say, isn’t this all a bit too absurd? Who could have thought that following Xiaoqiao would lead to witnessing such a jaw-dropping scene, and the gaze behind me is also somehow making me feel hot.

Xiaoqiao’s probing voice sounded: "Senior?"

"I’m here," I said.

"...’Zhuang Cheng’ senior?" Her voice carried a tone of disbelief.

"...I’m here," I replied.

Xiaoqiao seemed to have not fully processed the astonishment within her, muttering as if in a dream: "Are you really the god that person said you were? But why didn’t you tell me before...

"Huh? Then, what about Little Zhu, the senior’s fiancée..."

Even though Zhu Shi often teases me for being straightforward, no matter how blunt I am, it’s impossible to face a first-year junior I’ve only met once and say, "I am a god," right?

The abnormalities in Zhu Shi have evidently reached a level that Xiaoqiao can no longer ignore. At the same time, the "Preacher" and the Evil didn’t stop their actions. We hadn’t exchanged a few words when the "Preacher," confident of victory, wielded the great blade and walked towards Evil.

By then, Evil seemed to realize his defeat was imminent and turned to flee. The "Preacher" laughed out loud, raising the rune-engraved blade high.

With this motion of raising the rune blade high, a gigantic fire sea appeared on the field, and a colossal fireball resembling a god’s eye appeared in the sky. This scene invoked memories of my past battles with Agent Kong. The "Preacher’s" actions seemed to draw out historical memories from this time-space.

This fire sea was merely a floating historical illusion without emitting genuine heat. However, countless illusory flames around converged on the blade without wind. It was as if a massive amount of firewood had been thrown in, making the flames coiled on the blade burst into a fierce blaze.

"Not in vain did I choose this place for battle. Here, I can summon the aftermath of the god’s power..."

The "Preacher," as if savoring this atmosphere, took greedy breaths while his gaze locked on the fleeing Evil’s back. Then, like pronouncing fate, he haughtily judged: "Did you think you could escape unscathed? Just resign yourself to fate and meet your end under my ’Zhuang Cheng’s Blade.’

Please don’t casually name a sword after me. Although, I don’t really mind it that much.

The "Preacher" suddenly swung the blade, the flames transforming into a colossal Sword Qi, hurtling towards Evil.

With Evil’s sprinting speed, he could have escaped the unfinished building during the "Preacher’s" charging and rambling time, but he failed. It wasn’t due to a decreased fleeing speed nor new changes to the scene, and you couldn’t see any evident mishaps. Somehow, as if reality had a glitch, he just didn’t get away.

I could tell. If it were another site, he most likely would have escaped, but here was different. Because this was where I once demonstrated my power, a place of sentimental significance. The weapon engraved with my name would thus receive a mysterious boost here.

And when Evil, a Ming Zhuo believer, comes into conflict with that weapon, his fate would be locked. When both are at an achieved level, this restraint becomes fatal. A special location and weapon mean that "defeat" is already pre-engraved in Evil’s destiny, and no matter what realistic way he uses to reverse the situation or flee, the outcome of defeat would manifest supernaturally upon him.

Having power that doesn’t belong to oneself is a double-edged sword. If he hadn’t summoned the power of Ming Zhuo to himself, he might still have a chance at victory. Even more, if he could have anticipated the opponent’s strategy and trump card from the location, things might have been different. It’s just that I, as Impermanence, am too young, and the "myth" between Ming Zhuo and me is too new, so maybe he didn’t think the opponent would come up with such an idea.

Although he is a believer of Ming Zhuo, I did not intend to watch him die under the "Preacher’s" blade. Without considering other matters, I don’t want the "Preacher" to get what he wants with the reckless abuse of my power. That Sword Qi, after all, is my power. As my thought shifted, it identified Evil as a "friendly."

However, to my surprise, when the Sword Qi struck Evil, an explosion still occurred. Evil let out a painful scream, flying backward from the smoke, his body bursting into sprays of blood, then crashing into a supporting pillar nearby and falling to the ground, unconscious.

"Huh?"

Xiaoqiao seemed to think I would intervene, yet upon seeing the outcome as if I was merely a bystander, her face showed surprise.

I first perceived the injuries on Evil, then said, "Don’t worry, he’s fine."

Xiaoqiao nodded, albeit with a half-understanding look.

In truth, it’s not that he’s completely fine; Evil is gravely injured, just temporarily not life-threatening. Later, I’ll heal him myself. However, it was indeed odd that he was injured just now. Reflecting on the change I had just witnessed, I analyzed it a bit internally. Soon enough, I figured it out and couldn’t help feeling at a loss for words.

The problem likely lay not in the Sword Qi but in the Ming Zhuo Mana that descended upon Evil. When the Sword Qi touched the Ming Zhuo Mana, the latter lost control. It was as if someone incredibly afraid of cockroaches got one, a southern cockroach with spread wings, flying onto their face. Even knowing it wouldn’t deal any actual damage, their reaction would be excessively dramatic.

Probably because as the source of power, Ming Zhuo has an extreme aversion and fear towards me, his manifested Mana reacted so dramatically.

"What’s going on... This doesn’t feel right."

The "Preacher" also seemed to feel the victory wasn’t what he had imagined and seemed to develop assumptions in another direction, "Could it be that when these two godly powers collide, it naturally resulted in this outcome? Does Ming Zhuo’s power commit suicide when it encounters Zhuang Cheng’s power?

"...Oh well, that’s not important... Better go and land the final blow."

He said that, but his gaze was still warily scanning the surroundings, showing an unease he couldn’t shake off due to that unknown shift that had suddenly appeared on his battlefield. In the abnormal world, people with this vigilance tend to live longer. Soon, he noticed Xiaoqiao.

Around them, the ordinary people he persuaded and brought over were either unconscious or knocked down by the first wave of shock, unable to stand. In his perception, those people simply not dying should already defy expectations, and Xiaoqiao could inexplicably still stand well. An aggressive expression appeared on his face, pointing the blade tip at Xiaoqiao.

"What’s your deal?" he asked.

Xiaoqiao shrank behind me, timidly saying, "Wh... what?"

"Who the hell are you—"

He spoke sharply but then suddenly looked at me, as I was no longer intending to conceal myself.

Honestly, having been talked about so much, stepping out now made me a little embarrassed. It’s not that others aren’t allowed to do that; I just hope next time I can be mentally prepared in advance. Still, I felt quite happy.

The "Preacher’s" voice suddenly became louder and more dangerous: "Who are you!?"

He demanded without waiting for my answer, unhesitatingly swinging the so-called "Zhuang Cheng’s Blade," launching a massive Sword Qi of flame towards me.

"Extinguish."

As my words fell, that massive Sword Qi, along with the illusory fire sea sweeping across this floor, vanished in unison as if a light switch had been turned off.

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