Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 887: 547, Epic Crossover

The snow fell heavier, accumulating layer upon layer on Qing Chen’s body, only to be blown away by the aftermath of Li Dong and Li Bingxi’s battle.

He watched intently, not uttering a word despite the discomfort of his organs being shaken, for fear of distracting his master.

Gradually, the wind and snow were drawn by the vital energy, forming a colossal tornado outside the battlefield.

However, at a certain moment, Qing Chen suddenly felt something was amiss.

Li Dong’s movements were becoming slower, lacking the initial vigor and peerlessness.

At the beginning of the battle, Qing Chen couldn’t even see his master’s shadow, only catching a fleeting afterimage when his master and Li Bingxi clashed.

But now, his master’s figure was becoming clearer.

His combat stance grew increasingly conservative.

In contrast, Li Bingxi seemed utterly unconcerned about his avatars sustaining severe damage, thus every strike was executed with full power, devoid of defensive posture.

Has my master exhausted his strength?

Since the battle began, Li Dong’s sole purpose had been to protect Qing Chen.

No matter how fierce Li Bingxi’s attacks were, Li Dong’s defensive perimeter remained unwavering.

Li Bingxi hadn’t even touched a single hair of Qing Chen.

Amid the heavy snow, Li Dong slowly spoke:

“The legacy of Deer Island boasts quantity. Take Li Bingxi for instance, dividing into twelve, attacking as densely as rain. Yet, the path of this practice is fundamentally flawed.”

“Beyond a demigod’s level, all those who transcend the ordinary seek the limit of individuality. What is the limit of individuality? It is to rival the god’s strength within a mortal’s vessel!”

“Though Li Bingxi divides into twelve, each avatar is weakened. With every split, the weakening multiplies.”

“Perhaps at your current level, you can’t discern the difference, but to an opponent such as a demigod, a single division signifies a realm of difference!”

“In the days to come, you can try infusing Knight Vital Energy into your opponent at the point of contact to break their defense.”

“Watch carefully!”

As his words fell with the snow, Li Dong had already reached one of Li Bingxi’s avatars, which instinctively struck down with its palm.

But before the palm descended, Li Dong’s form accelerated abruptly, turning into a shadow again.

When Li Dong’s foot struck the avatar, Qing Chen distinctly felt Knight Vital Energy surging in his master’s body, converging at his sole and bursting forth like thunder.

With a booming sound, Li Bingxi’s avatar disintegrated, scattering with the snowflakes in all directions, also dispersing the freshly formed tornado.

Qing Chen gazed in awe, the combat at this level was unparalleled in his experience, as if the combatants were commanding the forces of nature with each strike.

He wondered when he would reach such a realm.

If someone told him now that his master Li Dong could demolish a main battle tank with one palm, he wouldn’t doubt.

Li Dong’s current action was teaching him how to utilize Knight Vital Energy.

At this moment, the remaining avatars of Li Bingxi took a small step each, giving rise to a new avatar.

Li Bingxi sneered: “Even now, you have time to teach your student. So what if you break one avatar, it still won’t breach this battle formation.”

Li Dong laughed: “Creating more avatars only weakens you further, this is something we both know, no need for pretense.”

Li Bingxi sneered again: “And how would you be any better? You wasted your energy fighting Jindai Chika’s Shikigami earlier, now you’re besieged. I clearly remember landing three punches on you.”

As he spoke, the four major Shikigami stepped forward, ready to strike at any moment.

The looming pressure resembling layered peaks weighed down from above, causing Qing Chen’s heart to freeze.

Yet at this moment, Qing Chen felt his master’s aura remained calm and unhurried.

It was strange, did his master not intend to escape?

What was his master waiting for?!

…

…

In the northern snowfield.

A team clad in black was rapidly advancing towards the battlefield, each carrying a large katana strapped to their backs, clearly the legacy of the Jindai Consortium, Qieshe Yumian.

These were originally death warriors serving the ancestral gate of Jindai, now here to break the stalemate.

These six B-Class suicide squad members moved swiftly, skimming over the snow as lightly as swallows.

Not far off, atop a snow-capped mountain, two young men in ski jackets and sunglasses had just reached the summit.

One looked flushed with joy, the other pale, as if the world held nothing worthy of happiness.

Strangely, they both carried enormous backpacks, taller than themselves.

The one brimming with joy removed his sunglasses and exclaimed loudly: “Ah, such heavy snow!”

This exclamation caught the attention of the six death warriors.

They glanced at each other but ignored the two young men and sped off southward.

The joyous young man chuckled: “Damn it, they ignored me. Hey, boss, isn’t it a coincidence? I’m here because of a mission from the Qing’s Family, and you’re here because of a mission from the Chen Clan, yet we ended up together. Isn’t this an epic Inner World crossover?!”

However, the pale young man beside him, wearing white earphones, seemed entirely oblivious to his words.

Or maybe, even if he heard, he had no intention of responding.

The visibly excited young man put on his sunglasses and faced him: “Do I look handsome in these sunglasses? By the way, are you the elder brother or younger brother now?”

He leaned closer to the other’s earphones and, hearing rock music, pouted: “So you’re the elder brother, how boring.”

The pale young man silently pointed at their backpacks, signaling to open them.

He himself opened his own backpack, turning the opening downwards and shaking it continuously.

In an instant, countless paper-folded Yu Yan fell out from the backpack opening, but before even touching the ground, they came “alive” and flew into the sky one by one!

Through the earphones, the noisy heavy metal music blared, while the pale young man remained exceptionally serene.

Forming a stark contrast.

“Fallen, uneasy, dead.”

“Indulged, peaceful, living.”

“For the judged.”

“For the redeemed.”

Hundreds of paper-folded Yu Yan pierced through the earphone’s song.

Traversing and soaring in the snowy landscape.

The pale young man gazed deeply at the world of white, directing the Yu Yan towards the opposite end of the world with a mere thought.

The six warriors of Qieshe Yumian noticed the Yu Yan, their expressions changing.

“Fight to the death!” one warrior roared, detaching the katana from his back and gripping it at his waist, charging towards the oncoming Yu Yan.

On the mountain peak, the pale young man sighed softly.

“Extinguished, angry, entombed.”

“Joyful, nostalgic, beautiful.”

“All are dead.”

In an instant, the black-clad warriors drew their katana!

The hundreds of white Yu Yan deftly evaded the blade edges, penetrating the warriors’ chests like bullets.

The white Yu Yan turned red.

The pale young man let the Yu Yan pursue the warriors to their deaths, while he turned to the joyous young man beside him: “Open it.”

“Alright,” the joyous young man opened his backpack and spilled its contents.

The pale young man was just about to manipulate them when his expression changed.

What fell out of the backpack were not fresh Yu Yan, but a bag full of paper-folded Frogs!

The Frogs came alive and began to hop out.

The pale young man, expressionless, finally removed his earphones and heard the joyous young man singing “Happy Pond, planting dreams to transform into an ocean, bulging eyes and big mouths also sing loudly…”

It seemed as if they were in different worlds, enjoying contrasting emotions.

The pale young man remained silent for a long time: “Zard, you damn idiot…”

Zard looked somewhat aggrieved: “Boss, I’ve spent several days folding these for you. As soon as you instructed, I started folding! But the key is, I only know how to fold little Frogs! Look how fast they hop. They’re quite useful for locating people!”

Meanwhile, the six warriors of Qieshe Yumian had all perished in the snow, the blood-stained Yu Yan losing their vitality.

Huan Yu took a deep breath, controlling the Frogs to search in different directions deep into the snowy plains.

They needed to find an elderly Onmyoji in this vast snowfield.

Zard asked beside him: “Boss, where will you go after finishing this task? How about we visit City No. 22 together? I’ve heard their Sukiyaki is the most authentic.”

Huan Yu glanced at Zard, the look in his eyes seeming to say: You just attacked Jindai’s people, now you’re planning to visit one of their major bases for Sukiyaki?

“Will you go? My treat,” said Zard.

Huan Yu expressionlessly put his earphones back on, blocking out all external noise.

After a while, he whispered: “Found it.”

With that, he turned and walked down the mountain.

Zard shouted from the mountain top: “Wait, aren’t we only supposed to locate him? He has eight S-Class Shikigami beside him! We can’t beat him!”

But Huan Yu, earphones on, didn’t hear anything Zard said.

While descending the mountain, he pulled a signal gun from his pocket and fired towards the sky in a specific direction.

The red flare ascended slowly, then descended slowly.

Its indicated direction would become the final stage of the day.

This stage was not for any single person, but for everyone on it.

…

There’s more tonight, but the exact time is uncertain.