Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1756: Chapter 1751: Bitter Fruit (45)

So far, the encounters with evil forces are numerous, but this is indeed a rare situation.

Fu Qian has confidence in his own perception, this negative effect, although not exactly the same as color loss, is fundamentally somewhat similar.

After some operations, the mysterious opponent’s ranking ascended, and the result turned out to be the enhancement of such authority?

Undoubtedly, it’s a peculiar danger to himself, but to some extent, it can also be called a surprise. The origin of this Night Butcher is becoming increasingly intriguing.

Broken... Is there any special meaning behind this name?

Moreover, this color loss effect feels more like a special attack targeting me.

After all, according to Dorian’s description, this knife seems to be born for abuse, and when slaughtering the natives, the process is far from being so neat.

Although the final result is clean, not leaving a trace.

But ultimately, the essence of the pale-faced person before me is still similar to a projection of its true form in this dream.

Even if Dorian reinforces it diligently, it should only be approaching, not surpassing its true body.

It’s hard to imagine that the natives could be abused for so long when I myself can’t withstand a few slashes of color loss.

Of course, if the person can answer these questions, that would be best.

”How should I address you?”

With a gentle tone, facing the pale-faced person scrutinizing him once again, Fu Qian, still smiling as before, greeted them as he did last time.

Clang!

Unfortunately, even though the ranking is different now, the other party still chose the same response as last time, attacking directly.

This time, the slash was even more vicious, directly aiming to cut Fu Qian in half at the waist.

But perhaps suddenly, Fu Qian, who is used to dealing with various mentally unstable characters, would not really let his guard down; this slash was once again successfully deflected.

Although after two consecutive deflections, the bloodline and bones under the skin of his right hand are already clearly visible.

...

Bang!

Initially, it was thought that the lack of communication before was due to the projection being too unstable.

Now it seems, perhaps it’s the main body’s mental state that’s very worrying.

Without needing to look down, Fu Qian can sense the condition of his right hand.

And casually firing another shot, silently calculating how many more slashes he could withstand, he is most concerned about the opponent’s safety.

This time, undoubtedly, Dorian has put all his strength into it, believing that within his capabilities, he’s done to the limit.

The effect is amazing, different from other high-ranking but incomplete beings, only presenting a glimpse of authority.

The presence in front of him feels almost like a true First Phase, responding to this summoning.

Unfortunately, the only thing that could be sensed from the pale-faced man is the sheer beastly nature of slaughter, it seems impossible to have more conversations.

But this information is not completely meaningless.

Firstly, a First Phase, lost in sanity, roaming the special night, indulging in slaughter, can be said to further diminish the possibility of occurring in reality.

Secondly, such a character deliberately avoiding him has a much lower probability.

In two dream healings, attacking himself without mercy to a certain extent also proves this point.

But previously, I wandered at night with grand gestures, yet never encountered it...

Clang! Bang!

Deflecting another slash and after easily dodging the previous bullet, returning another shot, Fu Qian vanished from the spot, reappearing at a distance.

Unfortunately, the opponent’s next slash almost followed synchronously, not a fraction slower.

Using Blood Conquest to hide, although the pale-faced man didn’t exhibit trans-dimensional slashing ability at first, the First Phase’s sense of smell was still evident, almost moving in sync with the hidden self.

It seems impossible to escape using such means.

Even with this slash, Fu Qian did not evade.

This terrifying slash directly carved a harsh wound across his waist.

The reason it’s partial is because, at the same time, a fist surrounded by golden flames also hit the swordsman’s body, sending it flying.

And indeed, white dust erupted from that body, as if it was instantly pummeled into ashes.

...

Of course, it’s not that simple.

Feeling the strange sensation from the fist, Fu Qian, who exchanged injury for injury, didn’t pursue, but instead observed himself.

Undoubtedly, the wound coated with the blade’s strange oil showed no sign of healing.

Moreover, more seriously, one glance could see the internal organs inside, even the church behind.

If color loss also had a blood bar, this slash would have chopped off nearly half.

My margin for error next has been infinitely compressed.

This is not the only negative impact; the opponent that was just knocked away has already returned, rejuvenated.

That punch just now, given my current ranking, combined with that special flame, probably even Old Master Yasui back then would have taken some damage.

However, judging by the feel, it seems to have left only a small dent on that non-human body.

Color loss is not only demonstrated at the moment of being forced out of this world, it seems to also discount the damage I inflict — even non-physical damage.

Roar—

Confronting the pale-faced person’s attack again, the response this time was a fully activated Gospel Blast.

Yet, the pale-faced man’s actions didn’t stall at all, another slash had already come down.

Although this slash didn’t hit, Fu Qian had already vanished from the spot once more.

No sanity along with color loss effect? Making this mental impact completely useless?

While analyzing the reason and emerging once again from Blood Conquest, Fu Qian pulled even further back this time, with just a step away from the church boundary.

Of course, undoubtedly, the long blade named Broken had already pursued.

Clang!

And this time, what responded to it was another hand burning with golden flames, only a size larger.

The instant expansion, making its body unbearable to gaze upon, at an unbelievable speed, grabbed the long blade before being hit.

”Willing to part with the weapon? Of course, it suits your style.”

Transforming into the Abandonment King, Fu Qian swung his other fist, hitting the same spot again.

That moment, it seemed countless layered wails could be heard, that originally indestructible body suddenly lost a bit more than half.

Crack!

And in the crisp sound of shattering, the long blade Broken, still unwilling to let go, was directly ground into dozens of pieces by Fu Qian.

”Let me reconfirm the angle...”

Facing the collapsing but still struggling body, Fu Qian muttered to himself, gauging the angle and the distance from the church, he lifted his foot.

Boom!

An earth-shattering impact, a violent stomp, directly embedded that remnant body deep underground.

”Your mental state is not optimistic, let me introduce you to some good doctors.”