Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 810: Chapter 808: Unrestrained Chapter 810: Chapter 808: Unrestrained It’s getting quite noisy!

Seeing the ground, which was much darker, melt away like a waterbed in the blink of an eye, Fu Qian frowned for a moment.

At this moment, the plethora of faces covering the hills and dales were not only converging into even more exaggerated nonsensical muttering but also weaving together into bizarre patterns that bred confusion in anyone who glimpsed them.

This First Phase really was hard to kill.

Fortunately, a comforting fact was that the Red Moon in the sky still shined, and it even seemed to be growing to the size of the Blue Star it had replaced.

“I apologize for my previous underestimation.”

Yet in these ghostly conditions, Yasui Tokiyuki seemed to thrive, very much at ease.

“From now on, I’ll consider you a truly threatening opponent and pay you utmost attention.”

“And when your will finally dissipates, I shall elevate you to legend as a final mark of respect.”

“I’m flattered.”

In the face of Yasui Tokiyuki’s generous offer, Fu Qian responded politely offhand, while lightly stepping back.

The next moment, a crack nearly one meter wide appeared where he had stood, plunging deep into the ground.

It was as if an invisible greatsword had silently cleaved through the air.

Looking into the fissure, Fu Qian found that even beneath the ground, there were faces, all embedded together.

He hadn’t seen the greatsword that had struck, but he had retreated because he had sensed a special rhythm gathering.

Indeed, although harsh to the ear, he hadn’t ignored any of the reverberating nonsensical mutterings.

The attack just now had been similar to a sound wave born from the overlay of mumblings, manifesting as an invisible lethal force.

Though a recent addition to the First Phase, this one wielded his power with considerable finesse.

During his contemplation, Fu Qian’s figure flashed again, as he internally sighed at his circumstance.

His new position was riddled with dense holes, like it had been bombarded by a rain of arrows.

There was reason to believe that Yasui Tokiyuki had directed his myriad perceptions here, no longer pursuing specific monsters but instead searching for fluctuations, materializing them into deadly threats.

These fluctuations were fleeting and thus silent and formless, but that didn’t mean they lacked power.

The continuous attacks just now were at least of Demigod quality.

And the most troublesome aspect was that he could only predict attacks by listening to the nonsensical mutterings.

But the gathered mutterings, though they had not made him lose SAN Points, were rapidly advancing that evanescent evolution of “form is emptiness.”

The situation couldn’t be more awkward.

Lifting his eyes, he saw countless deadly moves coiling, ready to strike in the gloom, the mutterings becoming unstoppable and increasingly strident, making the waves surge tumultuously.

Compared with his own discomfort, Yasui Tokiyuki amidst the waves seemed to be faring slightly better.

This meant that with every passing second, his chance of victory diminished.

The next moment, Fu Qian moved his arm and vanished from the spot.

…

Yasui Tokiyuki was undoubtedly paying close attention to Fu Qian’s movements and reacted instantly.

His response was not to flee elsewhere or to materialize more shields but to let the Crimson Robe on his body inflate suddenly.

Almost at the same time, another explosion of blood-light erupted from him.

And while he suffered a penetrating wound, the Crimson Robe also ensnared the suddenly appearing Fu Qian.

Several weapons, emanating the Power of Death, entwined and struck with lethal intent.

“I said I would grant you the utmost respect, such as a fair exchange of injuries.”

With heavy injuries inflicted, watching another piece of his flesh being gouged out, Yasui Tokiyuki’s voice was devoid of fluctuation.

Because at that moment, his inky weapons had finally slashed into Fu Qian’s body.

The Power of Death they contained even turned flesh and blood to ash the moment they separated from the body.

“And it seems you won’t have to wait for your Pontiff to make his move.”

“Who says?”

In the face of a raw showdown of vitality, Fu Qian, who had just finished plundering a Divine Being’s kidneys, once again removed his mask.

…

Cough cough!

Fu Qian had returned to the warehouse, and his condition was undoubtedly worse than last time.

So much so that he didn’t even wait for the Pseudo-Divine Being’s duration to near its end, he simply removed the mask.

Besides the broken arm, his most severe injuries were the spots that had been struck by a blade.

All the scars were pale and withered, one of them being a sword thrust through the chest, leaving a hole that was hard to heal.

Even Yasui Tokiyuki was reluctant to touch the Power of Death.

Even though his Ranking had been forcibly raised, his body was always at the level of a Demigod.

And Yasui Tokiyuki’s strategy now was almost conspicuously not to run, just that any attack from Fu Qian would be met with a trade of blows.

But if Fu Qian didn’t attack, he certainly couldn’t outlast him in his own domain.

Even if he put the mask back on and returned, he would still be in this anxious state.

The strategy made sense no matter how you looked at it, focusing on depleting health bars rather than resistance, where he was undoubtedly much more fragile.

No matter how you looked at it, before helping Red Moon to deeply infect him, he wouldn’t last.

But that was only in appearance.

The length of the health bar is the total life value plus the recovery speed; the former may have a huge gap, but in the latter, he was on a completely different level.

…

Casting the mask aside, in the blink of an eye, Fu Qian’s body was engulfed by boiling darkness.

And moments later, amidst the substantial darkness, tiny stars twinkled, forming lines.

Complete Mythical Form.

In the few uses before, Fu Qian understood it as the total liberation from restrictions.

Undoubtedly very suitable for his current full-on offensive situation.

Especially when maintaining the Divine Being Rank throughout, there was no need to worry about automatically losing SAN Points.

In fact, Fu Qian already felt his somewhat muddled will rapidly becoming boisterous in this state.

The only problem was, after this unrestrained release, whether he could return to normal once everything was over.

…

Moments later, when he sensed that the Pseudo-Divine Being could be used again, Fu Qian opened his eyes.

In the Mythical Form, even the several sword wounds on his body were smoothed over by the dual boiling of spirit and flesh, and even a significantly thinner left arm had regrown.

But upon closer inspection, the Misalignment patterns symbolizing Red Moon’s power were still permeating the blackness.

Standing apart from the stars, the luster was hard to hide.

“Not bad.”

Fu Qian wasn’t surprised, even muttering a word of self-praise.

“I’m getting closer and closer to Emperor Yasui’s state.”

Competing in health bars was just the basis for continuing the game, the final key was still the rate of corruption in comparison.

[SAN Points decrease by 10]

With that satisfaction, Fu Qian put on the mask again.

…

“What exactly are you? Or have you gone mad?”

Yasui Shi, having his flesh and blood pulled out into the sky again, spoke with noticeable confusion in his tone.

Not just because of Fu Qian’s new dismembered appearance, but also because of the handgun plastered on his forehead.

However, he realized something in a flash.

“A special Curse? As expected, you have many tricks up your sleeve.”

“It’s a pity you seem unlucky, it didn’t trigger.”

“Must be because of bad karma.”

Fu Qian blurted out nonsense, smashing Valudo for the third time.