Apocalypse Forecast Chapter 839 - 673: The Boundless Sea of Suffering, Liberatio

Damn it, you idiot, what do you want to do?

Go on!

Zaotou Shi wanted to roar like this.

If not for the wrong setting, he almost wanted to shoot this fool full of holes with a tranquilizer gun, and then give him a good beating, paralyze him if possible, so as not to get into trouble again, please! Isn't it good to be alive?

As a forr companion and as a friend at first sight, this is what he should have done.

But now, he was unable to stop Kusaki's actions.

As a samurai, he couldn't help but feel... proud of his friend's loyalty and determination.

In silence, Zaotou Shi held the hilt of his sword: "If that is the case, let ..."

"No."

Kusaki interrupted him and said softly, "Please don't interfere with what happens next—it's my duty, it's my mission."

"...I understand."

Zaotou Shi nodded unwillingly, handing over the "Sword": "Then use it, Kusaki, you deserve it. Don't refuse this."

That was the treasured sword held by generations of the blind swordsman, Zaotou Shi, renowned as a famous sword preserving the hero's spirit of Yingzhou.

As it fell into Kusaki's hands, the Long Knife called 'Pure Blade' vibrated and emitted a low hum, seemingly cheering.

This mont is exactly when to uphold the hero's way and resolve enmity!

Jiu Jing's expression remained calm, gazing at those eyes filled with murderous intent, bowing respectfully and politely.

"Long ti no see, Mr. Kusaki, truly... long missed."

"Weren't we just eting so ti before, Mr. Jiujing?"

Kusaki supported himself with his broken leg, advancing within ten steps, asked softly: "Why be so hypocritical? At this point, isn't there no need to call 'Mr.'?"

"You were once my enlightennt teacher of swordsmanship, isn't it fitting to call 'Mr.'?" The young samurai squinted, then suddenly laughed: "Weren't you a samurai once loyal to the Li Jian family? Is there any reason to take action against ?

"Because your stench can no longer be concealed, Agleam Murder Demon!"

Kusaki slowly drew his sword, calmly telling him: "If I don't kill you here, letting you destroy The Satomi clan, I would regret it forever."

"What would be bad about that? Even the loyalist like Mr. Kusaki was exiled for existence, isn't such a family's destruction good?"

Jiu Jing shrugged, surveying the hideous spectacle of horror he was accustod to—the unknown ugly face hidden in the dark by the Li Jian family, "Such a place where filth collects and hides, might as well be destroyed. Didn't Mr. Kusaki ever think this?"

"Since being exiled, not a day I didn't think so."

Kusaki answered frankly: "As a samurai, having such resentnt towards the forr master family, I feel ashad, yet I cannot control these thoughts and feelings.

But even so, I can't forget the old master's kindness bestowed upon .

If you wish to destroy all this, then cross over my dead body. My life was given to by the Li Jian family, so now let repay it with this life."

In the silence, Li Jian Jiu Jing's smile gradually darkened, leaving only ice cold.

"You are no longer a samurai of the Li Jian family, Kiyoshi Kusaki."

"It doesn't matter, didn't you give up the honor of The Satomi clan when you beca a murderer?"

Kusaki nodded, answering in agreent: "I think this is very good, excellent—now, it's just two masterless wanderers dueling here."

No matter the outco, it's just a struggle between two stray dogs.

It doesn't tarnish the Satomi clan's reputation.

Just like that, raising the Sword Blade, aiming at his face.

To the last mont, Kusaki felt fortunate and proud for this.

He said: "Please draw your sword, Agleam Murder Demon!"

At that instant, Jiu Jing closed his eyes in disappointnt.

When he raised his gaze again, it had lost the previous calm and smile used for disguise, leaving only pitch black and cold as death.

Shedding the last disguise, the face of the Evil Beast was revealed here.

The bloodstained Sword Blade was raised.

Through the lting frost and dried blood on the ground, a bitter murderous intent surged.

There was no need for any words to express or narrate, the mont you make up your mind, there can only be one result—between the Agleam Murder Demon and the wanderer Kusaki, only one can walk away alive.

Besides that, there's no other possibility.

The air froze in the cold light of the Sword Blade.

As if the hands of ti ceased to move.

The world was silent, even the sound of breathing quickly faded. Those dizzying phantoms, dry moans and heart-tightening wails, enchanting fragrances and heart-wrenching stench all vanished.

Pure murderous intent sliced all these trivial things away.

What's left was only each other in their eyes, the sword in their hands.

It was so brief, less than a mont, but in perception, it seed eternal, like the terrifying tornt of Hell.

Until the bright light erupted.

Violent thunder roared from outer heavens, tearing through his self-imposed barrier, spreading madly, expanding into scorching thunder.

Descending from the sky!

The overlapping roars suddenly burst, blending with the booming thunder.

The samurai drew the sword.

Crossing a long distance, the fierce duel ended in an instant.

The Evil Ghost had already passed by the samurai.

Only a gush of blood erupted from Kusaki's chest.

The indestructible Pure Blade fell from his hand, piercing into the earth. Subsequently, the crimson torrent gushed out from the crack in his chest.

A minor misstep.

He hesitated for a mont.

The outco was decided, life and death separated.

"I didn't expect that the one to finally co and take my life on behalf of the Li Jian family would be a Wild Samurai unworthy of even proclaiming his family na..."

Li Jian Jiu Jing turned his head, glanced at his fallen opponent, and sneered, "How ridiculous, Kusaki. Has no one ever told you—your swordsmanship is not worth ntioning."

He seed to say sothing else.

But Kusaki could no longer hear clearly.

A familiar trance and exhaustion attacked once again, embracing him, trying to pull him into eternal darkness.

It seed soone was shouting sothing loudly, but it was too distant, too vague.

He gently closed his eyes.

"Stand up, Kusaki!"

In the darkness, an austere and aged voice rang in his ears: "Get up, imdiately! To what extent are you willing to disgrace yourself?"

Teacher!

In that mont, he finally rembered where he was.

Who he truly was.

"I am... Kiyoshi Kusaki!"

He opened his eyes, gazing at the rapidly darkening and collapsing Demon Realm world, staring at the enemy's back.

Using his last bit of strength, he propped himself up.

The shattered Soul let out a scream, with blood, once again climbing from the ground, even if he couldn't stand, still fumbling, searching for his weapon.

The duel was not yet over!

"Co on, Jiujing."

He said, "I am right here."

Jiujing's steps halted abruptly, and he slowly turned back.

On that fox-like face, the mocking smile gradually turned somber, angry, hideous.

"Truly a Dispersed Yin Soul..."

The Agleam Murder Demon grinned, turned around, his expression becoming ugly and insane: "This ti, I will not forget the final step, Kusaki."

Stepping forward through the spreading blood, Li Jian Jiu Jing raised his Sword Blade.

Without rage, without any loss of control or negligence.

Rather, prepared for battle, with unwavering focus, going all out against this dying opponent, leaving no room for oversight or reversal, delivering the final end decisively.

Cutting off all suffering and troubles.

Even if Kusaki no longer had the strength to stand, even if he couldn't even see his own form clearly anymore.

The mont of the final brilliance had passed.

Now, Zaotou Shi's Pure Blade was stabbed into the pool of blood, and even his hand no longer held a sword. As if sensing his departure, the Pure Blade trembled, letting out a faint lant.

But Kusaki felt no pity.

Just as Jiujing said, his swordsmanship was never worth ntioning, nor worthy of such a Treasure Sword.

Even earlier, he had already known clearly.

"You are, Rotten wood."

This was the conclusion once given by the elder hailed as the Sword Saint, the most cruel truth, and the most painful result.

Countless tis, that irritable elder scolded: "Why can't you learn to give up? Is repaying kindness only possible in one way in this world?"

"I want to follow in that master's footsteps... I want to be like that master."

Once, Kusaki knelt on the ground, bowing deeply, sincerely pleading: "Teacher, please forgive —please, teach !"

But in the elder's eyes, there was only pity and regret.

"Kiyoshi Kusaki, you lack Talent and the ability. Give up; no matter how hard you try, Sword Dao will not favor you." He said, "If you want to win, in swordsmanship and life, you can only choose one. Even so, does it matter?"

How should one describe that mont of ecstasy and peace?

As if one's lifelong wish had been fulfilled, all the hard work rewarded.

Look, this is not a dead end. How generous this world is, allowing even soone as dull as to receive hope!

He cried tears of gratitude, bowing repeatedly: "It's so good... I can finally live up to that master's kindness and expectations..."

After a long silence, there was only a sigh of Pieta.

"Then, this is the last skill I can teach you as a teacher—how to relinquish your own life."

This was the elder's final teaching, everything that happened afterward, everything learned afterward, everything passed down afterward, already etched into his bones and spirit.

Day after day, year after year.

Twenty years of arduous practice and waiting, countless tis of painful tears and incontinence, now, at this mont, finally reaped the reward.

In that mont, he lifted his eyes, staring at the nearby Jiujing.

Smiling.

From the broken shell, a radiant light soared into the sky.

The fla constrained for twenty years burst forth from the spirit.

A mighty phantom rose from his shattered form, revealing the terrifying majesty of the Immovable King, eyes burning with murderous flas, rging with his soul.

In the frozen ti, the rushing flowing light contracted into a line, the will and determination within the forge transforming into steel. Reversing the boundaries of life and death, stirring the axis of heaven and earth, all phenona shattering!

——Boundless Sea of Suffering·Liberation and Ease!

This is the once-in-a-lifeti, Drawing Sword!

Slash!