With just this little trick... you still want to change your fate against the will of heaven? "
Lord Kutsutsuki rarely showed such a stern expression. When Tang He watched this scene, he was still fighting with Huailan, but a momentary turn caused his vision to be misaligned, and he caught a glimpse of the expression of the man in the middle of the water. The look was unfamiliar—so he would remember it. The rarer the situation, the more attention it deserves.
Then Tang He remembered. The last time, the same words came out from a face similar to the one at this moment.
In other words, mockery.
The mockery in that manner was rather harsh and more serious. He had just finished fighting this monster, and finally realized that Lord Kutsutsuki had not reserved his strength against him before.
Instead, it retains a great degree of strength.
It was a night as dark as today, and the crescent moon only had a slight curve, like a mark made by fingernails. Tang He was almost exhausted. He adjusted his breathing awkwardly, but he had already seen through the way of breathing, so that every move was targeted. Now, even the slightest rapid breathing is straining my muscles and causing unbearable pain. Every inch of skin and every hair was burning with pain. He tried to move his fists, feeling as if his finger bones no longer belonged to him.
A few drops of sweat spilled on the ground, and were quickly absorbed by the dry soil, making them hungry.
He also longs for stronger power like this.
"I have to admit that you are considered to have martial arts attainments among humans. You are so eager to learn, right? You have not wasted your natural swordsmanship. Just talking about Yin and Yang, you... don't count. Will the witcher make up the numbers?"
According to Kutsutsuki-kun's standards, it is indeed a bit harsh. After all, his surname is Tang, who is still considered one of the best Onmyojis. There are indeed not that many killers who claim to be onmyojis in the world. Eliminating violence and bringing stability to one side is their inherent mission given to them by this vast world. But in the final analysis, it is just a convention. Who has clearly stated that Onmyoji should use the script of a good person and act out a story of sacrificing himself for others throughout his life?
joke.
He gritted his teeth and stood up straight again. He evaluated in his mind: To be conservative, based on the previous fight, Lord Kotsutsuki used 20% of his demonic power, and this time it was doubled. Despite this, he still couldn't figure out how much the monster weighed. He always felt that his continuous pressure during this sparring session had another purpose. However, he has no clue yet.
Most people who practice martial arts have unique skills, and they can only save their lives in the face of the big monster's magic. There is actually no comparison between the two. To contend with it with the limited spiritual power of human beings is undoubtedly a recipe for anger.
"Young Master Tang...can you do it?"
Tang He felt his eyes twitch. He is not someone who is easily provoked, but this time, he knew that he was at a disadvantage, and his scolding was pungent and painful.
"Do you always talk so much when you're fighting with someone?"
"It's not every time... almost every time." Lord Xueyue spread his hands, feeling relaxed, "Since you have spare energy, it would be a waste not to chat. But I'm not saying that you, fighting against the Baiskeleton Master, It's still far from enough. And you think that Taoist priest and his apprentice can be dealt with easily? And that woman, what's her name... The Demon-Sealing Blade is in her hand now, although she definitely can't pull it out. But it’s enough for you to drink a pot.”
"I would be much more relaxed if you would help me instead of making sarcastic remarks." Tang He would not say such words. It's not that he doesn't want to ask for help, but he knows very well that this is the path he has chosen from beginning to end, and of course he has to deal with all the gravel and thorns on the road himself. Furthermore...Kuchue-kun was not wrong.
A strange unwillingness came to my heart. In the Battle of Cuipingtan, he had already experienced the strength of the above nominees. Even if you don't fight in person, you can still see and feel it to some extent. For that purpose, that unswerving purpose that has not changed from beginning to end, he has gone far enough on this dark road and will never turn back halfway.
This road is probably, maybe, possible, but it can no longer be called a road. This is a rough, unallowed trail. A warning wooden sign stood at the intersection, full of scarlet warnings and curses, but he turned a blind eye.
Now, another kind of scarlet stopped on the roadside, always keeping a subtle distance from him. He stretched out his hand, not knowing whether to pull him up or to push him completely off the cliff and beyond redemption.
"You are too far behind, far from enough." Lord Xueyue swept away the jokes in the past and became unaccustomed to being serious. "Even if you overcome those obstacles and bring the people you saved back to life, what will happen in the future? Can you How long is the guarantee? What can you do when that gentleman sends someone to investigate the matter and causes trouble for you?"
"I'm thankful it's not you." Tang He wiped away a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth, "I don't like being played by, especially a monster."
Ignoring the dissatisfaction in his tone, Lord Kutsutsuki turned around and raised his hand. Fire ignited in his palm, only to be extinguished in the next moment.
"You are not strong enough... Who would think that there is too much power? You can save her once and protect her once, but what about the rest of your life?"
Lord Xueyue's question made him feel a little uncomfortable. He didn't know how to answer.
And it’s not a rescue.
It's more like making up for it than saving it. Make up for the irreparable mistakes made due to your own weakness, rudeness, and stupidity.
…Maybe this is salvation too.
This is a redemption of the self.
"That's it, who can you save?"
Tang He felt vaguely difficulty breathing. Kauchue-kun's words can always accurately control the weakest part of the listener. He thought he was strong enough, hard enough, and invulnerable enough. But he chose to be soft and used a feather to lift the scar hidden in his heart. It is still early to heal, or that day will never come. This feather made him feel no pain or itch, but it made the place a mess and made his flesh and blood mutilated.
"I can give you this power."
finally.
I have long suspected that there is something in this person's words. From the moment they fought, an unspoken dark purpose was slowly unveiled by Lord Kouzuki. But he didn't want to look. Firstly, it is unwillingness, and secondly, it is distrust. If there are three...
Probably, they don’t admit it.
But he hesitated.
Instead, Lord Kutsutsuki remained silent, and the curve of the corner of his mouth turned calm for a moment, like an extremely tiny drop of snowflake blending into the water, not even worth a ripple. But the temperature was obviously freezing. His stern face also showed the same "distrust" as Tang He himself.
"You don't really think that you can break through the clouds and mist and fight for dawn on your own, do you?" He asked back, "You should know that there is still a long time until dawn... Before that, no matter how you pray, it will be useless. .”
Some objective differences are indeed uncontrollable, which makes people feel even more powerless. But Tang He could never apply it to himself who was a step too slow. Indeed, it was impossible for him to expect a monster to attack, let alone to move his sister to a safe place without any reason. But he could never find a reason to forgive himself, so he could only blame himself for everything.
He should cherish it more. Does this mean that we didn’t value it enough before? He couldn't tell, and he didn't want to know. He just knows that he needs to be strong enough. Since we are unable to change the tragedies of the past, we should make every effort to avoid all possible tragedies that may result.
Where is it safe? Nowhere. As long as you are not strong enough, there is danger everywhere.
"Okay." He suddenly looked directly into Lord Kutsutsuki's eyes, which made the latter feel dazed for a moment. "I accept your power. Give it to me, now."
It doesn't matter whether you get into trouble or play with fire and burn yourself. Whatever you want to give, I dare to ask for it, just come.
"...You are more generous than I thought. And you are smarter."
Lord Kutsutsuki's indifference faded away, replaced by a smile of appreciation and pride, no different from before.
To be honest, maybe there is a little more compassion.
Tang He didn't like to be pitied, but he knew that after this, he would not need anyone to pity him.
He has always been the only one in this world who gives alms to others. And most of the time, I am not a generous person.
He would remember the life-threatening pain until his death. It hurts more than breaking meridians or crushing bones. I don’t even know how many times more pain can be described. That kind of feeling was a direct contact with the soul, as if the place where the curse was branded was not the scarred skin on his back, but the surface of the heart, the inside of the brain, and deep in the bone marrow.
Cut out the bones with a drill.
Cut out the bones with a drill.
The burning sensation of severe pain is sobering. He didn't feel that he was really going to be "pained to death", but felt a kind of rebirth that seemed like Nirvana. A strange power surged up continuously. The source was unknown, but it was in his hands. This kind of strong spiritual power... no, demonic power, the real feeling of being actually touched and felt is so real, as if it is innate.
Even if the price paid is that this body should no longer be defined as a human being, it doesn't matter. Human nature is limited to everyone. Benevolence, righteousness and morality can also be means and tools. These things that restrict people from achieving their goals, and may be collectively called conscience, in the eyes of most people... in the eyes of everyone, they have long been abandoned by him.
It doesn't matter.
Anyway, he is not a person who lives in the eyes of others.
"Get out of the way!"
Without warning, Akatsuki shouted sharply. Shi Wuqi reacted quickly, but quickly moved away. Then, an accident happened right after Akatsuki's warning sound. This white light suddenly appeared without even the slightest sign. Shi Wuqi did not raise his hand to block the bright light pouring into his eyes after escaping from the danger zone, but stared straight at it.
His eyes once saw through darkness, and now they can also see through light.
The strong white light overflowed like a torrent - from the hands of Lord Kutsutsuki and from the lotus condensed with strange demonic power, drowning all the surrounding scenes. In such an almost pure white to transparent line of sight, Shi Wuqi clearly saw four silhouettes - and the fifth and sixth figures came after them, but these two figures froze after the light appeared, stopping. In place. They stood scattered, and Wu Qi couldn't tell who was who for the time being.
However, he clearly saw that in the position that once probably belonged to Tang He, there was an outline that was more dazzling than the light, flashing continuously, making his eyes hurt.
Like an unquenchable fire.
Like eternal lightning.
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