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Chapter 274: Chapter 273: Resolute

”Ha ha, now is the moment of truth, Su Changxing.”

Geng Wanchun shouted eccentrically, his voice emanating from the black fog as he retreated to the corner, appearing quite reluctant to risk his life.

Upon hearing this, Su Changxing replied coldly:

”You’re nothing but a hypocrite, afraid to die. You told me before that if the time came to sacrifice yourself, you would do so without hesitation.”

”Now you can only be called a traitor to humanity, ashamed to be human.”

Geng Wanchun’s expression remained unchanged, as he laughed arrogantly:

”Ha ha, it seems you understand nothing. No matter the place, time, or world, people differ, and there are always distinctions between the noble and the lowly.”

”It’s only natural for the lowly to sacrifice for the noble... And you and I are the noble ones, the elites of this era.”

”There’s no need for us to fight. What if I only kill these civilians? Once I’ve had enough, I’ll leave.”

”Are you dreaming?”

Su Changxing was somewhat speechless, now that he had taken the initiative, Geng Wanchun seemed not to grasp the reality, and said:

”I’m different from you. I don’t think there’s any difference between people; this is just your inherent selfishness.”

Threads of green light, like silk, flowed in Su Changxing’s eyes, sometimes hazy, sometimes clear.

”Pastoral Spirit” could enslave ghost-like creatures, and the cloaked figure fell into this category, though he couldn’t contact its physical form.

Seemingly hidden in some location.

Inside Geng Wanchun’s body?

”Boom~”

Su Changxing fired a shot that blew down the entire wall, and black fog surged out, but its range did not expand.

Geng Wanchun stood in the corner, his eyes involuntarily twitching at the sight of the collapsed wall, then slightly calmed down, knowing that the outside should have no visibility into the situation inside, a trait of the black fog.

The bullet arched through the black fog, flying straight towards Geng Wanchun’s face.

His pupils dilated, his body unable to keep up with the bullet’s speed, only able to watch it approach.

”Bang~”

A black shadow exploded in front of Geng Wanchun, his body flung backward, slamming onto the ground.

His face was covered in blood, with one eye burst.

The already battered cloaked figure, beaten to incompleteness by Tao Yi, suddenly appeared in front of Geng Wanchun to block that bullet.

”Boom~”

Su Changxing raised his gun once more and fired the last bullet in the magazine, tracing a streak of silver light through the black fog towards Geng Wanchun.

”Pistol Enthusiast” has a 40% correction effect, as long as the bullet’s not too wildly off, it’ll hit!

In the darkness, Geng Wanchun’s head got pierced by silver light, exploding like a watermelon, shattering as his body knelt to the ground.

His soul was then swallowed by the black fog.

Geng Wanchun himself had no combat power; he was just a host for the cloaked figure, serving as its foothold in this world.

Tao Yi’s flesh receded, restoring its pale color; the green-black veins calmed down, and a gentle smile returned to his face.

After Geng Wanchun’s death.

The range of the black fog began to shrink rapidly, and Su Changxing discovered the cloaked figure’s entity, a dark red scythe, or rather an undead in the shape of a scythe, filled with pure murderous intent.

It was different from Tao Yi; compared to it, Tao Yi was like a newborn baby, pure and unblemished, merely innately evil.

[Fog Death Demon Saber: Residue of a peerless weapon after death, murder is its only will, carried from life and extending into death.]

Su Changxing, using the ”Pastoral Spirit,” formed chains of eerie green light to suppress it, sensing the waves of manic will emanating from the Fog Death Demon Saber.

The black fog gradually disappeared and dispersed, leading to a long, dark red scythe congealing on the ground, floating, without a physical form, like a non-existent phantom.

It was both an undead and a weapon, a masterless weapon couldn’t stir up much storm.

On the other side.

Xu Wenfeng lay on the ground, covered in blood, his whole being corroded by the black fog to an unrecognizable state, barely clinging to life.

”Still not dead, impressive.”

Su Changxing walked over, looked at Xu Wenfeng on the ground, and murmured.

Ordinarily, Xu Wenfeng would be dead by now, with a scythe wound on his chest from the cloaked figure, capable of reaping a person’s soul outright.

Xu Wenfeng slightly opened his eyes, his expression pained, gazing at Su Changxing, his lips moving as if to say something.

”I don’t want to die.”

”I don’t want to die.”

...

He perceived keenly and clearly that he was at the end of his life, but his will to survive remained unextinguished, with Su Changxing being the last straw he could grasp.

The next moment.

Utterly silent, like the extinguishing of embers, Xu Wenfeng closed his eyes, lying quietly on the ground.

He died.

Almost certainly dead.

Su Changxing gazed at him, without any excess expression, seeing death as a normal occurrence, not one to shift his emotions casually.

”Rest in peace, find a safer world in your next life.”

Su Changxing stood up, turned to look at the dark red scythe, contemplating how to deal with this thing.

Though he could temporarily control this undead, he could face a backlash at any time; it had a strong self-awareness, unlike Tao Yi.

Should he destroy it?

Though undead were difficult to kill, it wasn’t impossible.

”Hmm?”

Su Changxing had just taken two steps when he noticed movement behind him, emanating from Xu Wenfeng’s energy fluctuation.

Not dead?

He looked at Xu Wenfeng, surprised to see this person becoming extraordinary at the last moment before his death, though not quite resurrected, more like a dying flashback.

[Reviver: Tier Nine, Upper Rank, possesses formidable life force and restorative power, able to survive even fatal injuries.]

”A chance to come back to life?”

Su Changxing pondered briefly, Xu Wenfeng’s fatal injury wasn’t physical, but spiritual, which led to organ failure, yet due to his position, his body recovered.

Spirit?

Soul?

Su Changxing sensed Xu Wenfeng’s strong will to survive, considered, then said:

”I might be able to save you, but it’s uncertain. If I fail, you might die, or become a monster. Are you willing?”

”I am.”

Xu Wenfeng’s lips moved subtly, uttering his final words, small but determined.

Immediately after.

Su Changxing used the ”Pastoral Spirit” ability to transform Xu Wenfeng’s shattered soul towards an evil spirit direction, as it was the only way to rebuild his soul.

To complete the soul with a fragment of the Fog Death Demon Saber, specifically the part without spirituality.

Su Changxing casually extracted a part of the entity from the Fog Death Demon Saber, infusing it into Xu Wenfeng’s fractured soul, and undertook the transformation towards an evil spirit.

As for why an evil spirit transformation was needed.

Because this was Su Changxing’s only method; the unrelated parts would fuse and complete during transformation, but it couldn’t be a full transformation, as truly becoming an evil spirit would mean Xu Wenfeng was dead.