This Japanese Monogatari Isn't Lame
Chapter 354 - 253. Summer... Not Far Away (4000 words)

Chapter 354: Chapter 253. Summer... Not Far Away (4000 words)

Today, it was either the other side dies or oneself survives.

At least, that was what Beichuan Si believed.

For a Skill Book he had never seen before, Beichuan Si felt he should give it his all.

He gathered strength in his feet, seizing Jian Ding in one hand and taking the lead in the charge!

His rough and rapid movements made even Beiyeliang’s anthropomorphic expression freeze for a moment.

Logically, his terrifying appearance should instill fear, but why was this young man not only unafraid but also rushing forward with an excited expression on his face?

He opened his horrifyingly large mouth and let out a loud howl at Beichuan Si.

But the next second, his mouth was mercilessly smashed by Beichuan Si’s hammer! The howling abruptly ceased.

?????

What’s wrong with you?

Beiyeliang, who still retained some human-like thinking, was utterly puzzled. However, his meat cleaver showed no hesitation and viciously chopped towards Beichuan Si’s neck.

But it seemed as if Beichuan Si had already anticipated his opponent’s move.

The hammer flowed like water, transforming into a solid riot shield that he firmly gripped in his hand.

Clang!

The meat cleaver striking the riot shield produced a grating, dull sound.

Using the force of his opponent’s chop, Beichuan Si pivoted and swiftly sliced through Beiyeliang’s Spiritual Body with Jian Ding.

The intense pain caused Beiyeliang to howl miserably. He lifted the meat cleaver again and savagely hacked towards Beichuan Si’s thigh.

Beichuan Si once again turned the deathly energy in his hands into a riot shield. With the left hand’s riot shield blocking the fierce strike, the right hand plunged Jian Ding deeply into Beiyeliang’s chest.

He rolled backward on the spot, absorbing the impact with a break-fall, his right hand’s fingers hooking, and using strings of death energy to control Jian Ding, carving a large chunk of flesh from his opponent’s body.

Beichuan Si clenched his fingers, then reached out and pulled back. Jian Ding flew out in reverse, landing back in his hands.

Indeed—

Beiyeliang was not on par with the knife-wielding priestess of Shenzhu Village.

Although he still possessed human consciousness, it was clear from his just now series of actions that he was merely keeping up with Beichuan Si’s movements through sheer reflex.

That was the limitation of most vengeful spirits.

After all, they knew nothing of human combat techniques.

But—

"Spirits have their own methods, don’t they."

Beichuan Si glanced at his wrist.

When Jian Ding was pulled out a moment ago, some of the flesh made of resentment on the other party’s body got onto Beichuan Si’s wrist.

It seemed that due to the curse inscribed on the opponent’s body, this small piece of flesh that fell on Beichuan Si’s wrist corroded his skin like strong acid at a rapid pace.

The pain was instantaneous, black and bright red blood mingling.

This scene was clearly noticed by Beiyeliang as well, who moved his huge Spiritual Body and charged rapidly towards Beichuan Si.

Beichuan Si furrowed his brow and transferred the riot shield to his right hand, retracting Jian Ding while stepping backward.

But this was after all an underground building, with very limited space for Beichuan Si to retreat.

Facing the meat cleaver imbued with resentments of countless deceased children, Beichuan Si braced himself with the riot shield.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

The meat cleaver slammed down on the riot shield, amassing with deathly energy, as if to snap Beichuan Si’s wrist right off.

This wasn’t looking good.

Beichuan Si’s eyes flashed with a grim and dark aura.

Timing his move to his opponent’s moment of imbalance as he raised the meat cleaver to strike again, Beichuan Si transformed the riot shield into a short spike. He shifted to the right, dodging the sharp blade and stepping forward forcefully!

The strength from his waist transferred through his arm to his wrist, and the short spike pierced through Beiyeliang’s throat!

Squirt!!!!!!

Black liquid splattered everywhere, bathing Beichuan Si’s entire arm, and a corrosive mist rose at the same time!

Sizzle, Sizzle, Sizzle!!!

Pain!

Agony!

The skin peeled layer by layer, with red blood mixed with black runoff dripping down!

Pale hues emerged on Beichuan Si’s expressionless face, but he didn’t retreat the slightest bit; on the contrary, his arm exerted even more force!

Hehe— Hehe—

Beiyeliang’s eyes, filled with hatred, widened as his horrifying face marked with black pus also flashed a hint of unwillingness!

It was not yet dead!

Beiyeliang even tried to reach out and snap Beichuan Si’s arm.

Beichuan Si’s foot stomped fiercely on Beiyeliang’s chest, causing his already unsteady body to fall backward.

After completing these actions, Beichuan Si still didn’t release his grip; he kept the short spike nailed into Beiyeliang’s throat while his other hand swiftly brought out Jian Ding, stabbing once again into Beiyeliang’s throat.

Skin peeled away, exposing the muscles beneath; once the muscle foundation was visible, chilling white bones emerged—

And yet, Beichuan Si did not let go.

Boom!!!!

A pale blue burning flame erupted with a loud noise, kindled by Jian Ding and the spike.

Nishijou Kurenai also poured her benevolence into the pale blue flames.

Beiyeliang finally let out a cry of unwillingness, its arms dropping weakly as its massive body burned with a gold-blue-black flame in various places.

Beichuan Si took a step back, his arms hanging limply.

He was breathing heavily, his face covered in cold sweat.

Both his arms were almost crippled; if not for relying on sheer desperation, he might have actually been taken down by his opponent.

After all, his opponent was seeking a blood-for-blood confrontation, and naturally, Beichuan Si couldn’t back down.

In a life-and-death battle like the one just now, there could be no panic or hesitation.

Because Beichuan Si remained calm at every moment, he stood till the end.