Apocalypse Forecast

Chapter 904 - 723: Come, Let Me Show You Something Good...

For a long time, Xiangqu Yilang remained motionless.

Do you need to see through this?

No need at all!

The opponent’s posture and muscle language were completely unmasked, and what he was brewing was a slash as fierce as wind and thunder, sharp like a flash, fleeting.

Pure speed had already accumulated in this rigid and inflexible stance, surpassing my own. If I dared to step into the ten centimeters’ range difference between us, what awaited me would surely be a Thunder Strike.

But the upper section had its flaw—

In the silence, Xiangqu Yilang’s thoughts raced.

If the opponent intends to win with distance, then I can also use distance to my advantage.

Indeed, there’s a ten-centimeter difference in the attack’s maximum range, but the opponent’s sword blade still takes time to fall on me. Rashly attempting a mid-section offensive would put me at risk, therefore...

While thinking, the body had naturally reacted.

Xiangqu Yilang lowered his body, bent down, legs bent, the horizontally held sword blade in his hand stretched forward, remotely pointing at Huai Shi’s lower plate.

Simple geometry.

And Huai Shi also changed his posture.

Middle section.

Thrust attack framework.

"Throat."

His sword blade aimed straight at Xiangqu Yilang’s vital point, announcing the place he intended to attack next. The thrust attack maximized the omission of the slashing distance, maintaining the advantage of attack range.

He entrusted all power in this strike.

Before the opponent’s attack reached, pierce his throat—

At that moment, Xiangqu Yilang smiled and sheathed his sword.

Like flowing clouds and water, the action was natural and harmonious, practiced countless thousands upon thousands of times, already ingrained into the bone marrow, every reaction and the utilization of muscle texture fully entered into the process repeated through countless ages.

This is... Draw Sword Technique!

The instant he reacted, he was already darting towards Huai Shi!

Ground shrinking!

Still, purely to the utmost, an unerring sword Dao skill—a terrible effect of sudden, unannounced forward propulsion achieved by strength exertion from the toes, driving the body.

After a finger snap’s acceleration, his foot landed on the floor, speed doubled again!

Following it, driven by knees and muscles, he almost flew near the ground like that, speed, tripled!

In this instant of transformation, he had already plunged into Huai Shi’s ’ten centimeters’ of absolute kill range—however, this move change was indeed too swift, Huai Shi’s thrust attack was actually too late.

It brushed past his face and shot through.

Opportunity missed!

The current Xiangqu Yilang, relying on his sword Dao, broke free from numerical measurement, transcending physics!

Situation reversed!

"It’s now—"

At that moment, Huai Shi drew his sword back to defend.

But it was already too late.

Already, from the left-hand held scabbard, the longsword under the right hand’s guide transformed into iron light, flying forward!

—Xiangqu draws his sword!

If it were supplemented by Source Substance application, this sword would be even more intricate and terrifying, wouldn’t it? But now, it was still swift enough.

Years of painstaking arm strength and skill were sufficient to bisect a person instantly!

Even if Huai Shi blocked this sword, it didn’t matter; once the distance closed in, it was now his home ground—the opponent had entered a fixed routine, leaving a myriad of adaptation methods to situate Huai Zhisu People deep in death!

He grinned, roaring: "Torso!"

At the same time, the incoming was an unbelievable shout:

"—Face!"

Instant changes and crossings, everyone’s eyes blurred, hard to discern the shifts inside.

Only an acute sound was heard.

A resonance of steel, the sound of sword blades grinding together, so piercing.

Its sharp sound spread, slowly engulfed within the ensuing turbulent cries.

Both their movements paused on the spot.

The sweet-hot sensation descended from the top, falling upon Xiangqu’s face, blood spread, landing on the ground.

He blankly widened his eyes, looking at the blade mere inches away from his vision—his distance from death, was so minutely small it barely existed.

He was defeated.

When he stiffly lifted his head, he saw Huai Shi’s slashed hand—and the broken blade in his hand.

"The match is decided."

Huai Shi smiled, softly declared: "I won."

Xiangqu Yilang fell into a daze.

His lips moved.

In disbelief.

Unable to trust what he saw in that instant...

Just now, the sound of steel resonance wasn’t once, but... twice!

Only the intervals between the two times were so narrow, causing many unable to separate them. Between them, the second was the sound of his draw sword slice being blocked.

The first sound... was the mournful sound of Huai Shi’s blade breaking in his hand.

When Xiangqu rushed past the ten centimeters’ domain of victory, Huai Shi drew his sword back for defense, as if he had already anticipated it. Right in front of Xiangqu Yilang’s eyes, he lifted his hand and pressed on the blade—

Then, broke his sword into two pieces!

Decisively and cleanly.

That movement, skillful as if it had been repeatedly exercised in the mind countless times.

In a flash, the katana in his hand became dual knives!

When Xiangqu Yilang reacted, the piece held in hand blocked the Draw Sword Slice ahead, taking the strike head-on, and the other fragment settled in front of his eyes.

Heralding victory’s arrival.

Thus, the dust settled, the match decided.

In the after-deathly silence following the uproarious cries, Huai Shi raised his hand holding the sword blade, pushed Xiangqu Yilang’s sword aside, stepped back one step, released his palm, letting the sword blade soaked in his blood clang to the ground.

While the other hilted broken blade, still pressed against his face.

Xiangqu Yilang stared blankly at the sword blade in front of him for a long time, finally raised his head, and looked at Huai Shi.

"Did you plan this from the start?"

He asked hoarsely, "Did you plan this from the very beginning?"

"It’s quite sneaky, isn’t it? But there’s no choice; I’m no match for you in swordsmanship." Huai Shi shrugged and responded helplessly, "Of course, you have to have a sincere heart while preparing for both possibilities."

From the start, he never dared to underestimate Xiangqu Yilang.

Indeed, without using the Stigma and Source Substance, there were limits to swordsmanship.

Indeed, his arm span and height were longer than Xiangqu Yilang’s, an advantage for him... but what use was that?

Isn’t the so-called technique, the so-called moves, meant to allow one to break through limits, compensate for shortcomings, and turn the tide of battle?

If Xiangqu Yilang’s swordsmanship could bridge that mere ten centimeters gap and close the distance, what would he do then?

Therefore, better to use the tactic against itself... provoke him, guide him, tempt him to consciously close the distance.

Close it to within the 75-centimeter length of a sword—

Then, two swords against one!

From the beginning, Xiangqu Yilang had already stepped into Huai Shi’s plan.

This was not a lack of combat experience, but rather the absence of deceptive Domain—in a case where everyone’s mind is clear, who would suddenly think the opponent would break off his sword to play with him?

"You probably haven’t fought life-and-death battles often, have you?"

Huai Shi looked down, examining his astonished face, unable to help but shake his head, "Once you encounter those who can sneak explosives between their teeth, breaking a sword won’t seem that big of a deal."

This goes against the rules!

This violates regulations!

Xiangqu Yilang really wanted to say that, but in the silence, he eventually closed his eyes.

A silent sigh.

He released the sword in his hand.

"I have lost." He bowed respectfully, "Thank you for your instruction."

"No need to thank me, no need to thank me."

Huai Shi happily raised his hand, patted his shoulder, "This young Xiang, it’s normal for young people to be proud when they’ve accomplished something. Remember to practice more after returning, improve day by day, and don’t slack off if you want to become the pillar of Current Circumstances!"

Saying this, he raised his head and gave a sidelong glance at the referee.

"Gone mute? Speak up."

The referee froze for a moment, his stiff expression convulsing, finally making a sound, "The decision is made!"

Winner, Huai Zhisu People!

And so, Huai Shi turned back, looked around at those stiff faces outside the field, raised his eyebrows, and smiled.

Immediately, from the silence, crisp applause rang out.

From the foremost place.

Tobio smiled, raised his hands, clapped twice, then turned to look at those faces below, quietly waiting.

Until those people finally realized from the old man’s gaze, hurriedly raised their hands, and clapped vigorously, scrambling to be first!

Thunderous applause suddenly erupted, filling the entire banquet, offering cheers for the victory of the Alliance leader in this match!

It went on and on.

Even if their palms turned red, they dared not pause or delay.

Until Tobio smiled warmly and raised his hand, pressing down, instantly silencing the whole hall.

Only a helpless voice came from beside him.

"No matter how much you want to show off, you’re overdoing it, Father." Lihua raised her eyes and said, "Huai Zhisu People is still bleeding."

Tobio suddenly realized and patted his head, revealing a kindly smile, "Look at my impulsiveness, Arakawa-kun, Arakawa-kun, could you call a doctor to handle this?"

"Hmph." Arakawa’s expression was somber, wanting to say something, but ultimately bowed his head, "You’re the chairperson of the Alliance, of course it’s up to you to decide, someone—"

"No need."

Lihua stood up, gently speaking, "Father, you all continue chatting, just arrange a resting room. I’ll help Huai Zhisu People handle it."

Saying so, she tucked the hair behind her ear and revealed a graceful smile.

With these words, the atmosphere in the entire banquet hall suddenly became tense, a low murmur spreading. Everyone’s gaze towards Huai Shi grew increasingly intense, almost burning this dog to death right here.

Lihua smiled, elegant and poised.

Then, guided by the servants, she took Huai Shi away from the banquet hall.

Huai Shi felt as if his whole body was not well.

Not excited, but uncomfortable.

The sense of crisis coming from Lihua grew stronger, making him uneasy.

Along the way, Lihua walked ahead smiling, and when the servants opened the door, she turned back and instructed, "Huai Zhisu and I have confidential matters to discuss, so don’t come too close."

"Yes." The servants nodded frantically, respectfully stepped back a few steps, then turned and left.

In the deathly silence, Lihua watched them walk far away before slowly closing the door, facing Huai Shi with a cautious and bewildered expression and smiling warmly.

Huai Shi wanted to speak but hesitated, hesitated to speak but wanted to.

Fully concentrated and carefully guarded.

Fearing that in this lonely place she would remove her false mask and unleash beastly desires, destroying his chastity.

"Huai Zhisu People, don’t be nervous."

Tobio Lihua smiled softly, approached, and gently said, "Come, I’ll show you something nice..."

Speaking, she lifted her hair, untied her belt, then pulled open her loose neckline, slowly shedding her delicate and luxurious robe.

In Huai Shi’s stunned gaze, she revealed herself... completely devoid of any reflected light-tight leather outfits on her body and various small and intricate invasion equipment.

And the injection gun in her hand.

When Huai Shi reacted, the injection gun in her hand was already pressed against his neck, and she pulled the trigger.

The potion enough to put hundreds into deep sleep was thus injected into Huai Shi’s artery.

Huai Shi’s vision went black, and he involuntarily slumped to the ground.

Immediately, he was supported by Lihua and tossed onto the bed.

"Have a good sleep, Huai Shi."

In the haze, he seemed to hear a familiar voice calling his name, then saw a figure walk to the window, push it open, and dive into the night.

He closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep... but who cares.

The resistance trained by eating so many Chef Demon dishes is no joke!

Huai Shi was full of energy!