Chapter 163: Now I've made a fool of myself

To be honest, the respectable gentleman is feeling a bit panicked!
He is not sure if this black column-like torrent has any special impact on the soul.
However!
这大概率是有的吧——
单听钢铁傀儡里那无数的灵魂的哀嚎就一阵瘆得慌，自己可不想成为他们的一员。
这死法也太绝望了。
So... am I getting blamed even when I'm just lying down?
How many times is this already, why is everyone pointing fingers at me?
Even a righteous person like me is starting to doubt life, is it necessary to involve me even when I'm just minding my own business?
Fortunately!
It's fortunate that True Blade Master hasn't reached the point of using their own body to withstand the high temperature and destructive power of the giant cannon!
Although it is evident to anyone with discerning eyes that there is a significant gap in strength between True Blade Master and Steel Ironclad Puppet, in terms of weight, size, defense, attack, and treachery... True Blade Master claims that they are not much different from a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
It's like the steel puppet can withstand countless strikes from the Sword Master's blade energy, but if the steel puppet gets hit by the Sword Master even once, it will likely turn into minced meat.
But!
In the face of what can be described as overwhelming despair in terms of combat power!
The True Blade Master's heart of compassion is exceptionally firm, while the radiant pupils of Buddhism see through life and death with clarity and serenity.
So, he... resolutely fulfilled his chosen method of death!
- Died in battle!
In the silence, his somewhat withered left arm tightly held Zhang Youde's rotten body from behind, drawing him into an embrace. Blood stained his robe, feeling the sticky sensation on his arm. His eyes filled with deep sorrow and helplessness.
Fate is so cruel!
A once devout Buddhist who had a promising future on the path of Buddhism, alas, destiny played its tricks!
How painful and sorrowful!
Now the only thing we can do is to let him rest in peace, may his soul return to the Western Paradise, and may he reincarnate in the endless cycle of life and death.
At the very least!
The body cannot be further insulted. This is the ultimate bottom line.
So, the true master of blades, with one hand graceful and the other hand holding a knife, that somewhat old and even somewhat withered body once again erupted with the sharpness of an angry Vajra.
Iron bone like a knife, unyielding!
Even if there is no strength left in the body, one still needs to fulfill their promise!
This is the essence of a swordsman!
"Step---"
As the real sword stomped the ground, the foundation that has been honed since the beginning of cultivation not only brings the steady immovability of the lower body but also a tremendous explosive power in maneuvering.
If it remains still, it is already subdued; but once in motion, it leaps like a rabbit!
With the previous Buddha's Fire Blade attack causing damage and restraint, in addition to the slow and cumbersome strikes of the Iron Puppet, there is enough time and opportunity for the True Blade Master to dodge.
In an instant!
His feet generated energy, fascia, pores, texture, muscles... all compressed to the extreme like a spring.
Suddenly!
A powerful burst erupted, with a "bang" sound, the ground instantly cracked open with fissures, and the strong recoil force propelled the blade out of the pit it was in, swiftly maneuvering to the surface. Please let me know if I can assist you with anything else.
After coming to the surface, the true blade suddenly expanded and emitted a faint Buddhist light, carrying him swiftly towards the sky.
His body was like a golden ray of light!
In the midst of aerial maneuvers, he dodged the torrents of gunfire and the double assault of steel spines, feeling somewhat disheveled.
In the gap, it is almost like being close to the scorching heat of the gunfire, enduring the loss of bodily fluids and horrifying extensive burns, struggling to escape.
Boom!
In the midst of the clash! The heavy strike of the steel spinal column shook the square, raising a cloud of dust. A part of the square once again split in two, as every inch of the ground concaved inward like a sponge, revealing deep trenches.
At the same time!
The dazzling black torrent of gunfire dissolved the ground of the square once again, creating a scorching crater several tens of meters deep.
The terrifying heat turned the entire square into a sizzling red-hot iron plate, continuously evaporating the moisture from the ground.
Rising up was a wisp of swirling white smoke.
In an instant!
Although True Blade narrowly escaped danger, the entire square was now fragmented.
Furthermore, a portion of the original location where True Blade was standing had been completely worn away, resembling a cake sliced by a knife. The horrifying scars left True Blade breathless, causing them to take a deep, cold breath.
But!
He immediately wielded the golden pearl talisman and arrived behind the puppet, targeting its ankle area.
Tremblingly gripping the ethereal fire ring knife, the Buddha knife's halo behind his head shimmered, spreading its blade intent. At the same time, aiming at the joint gap in the puppet's ankle, he slashed down with a single cut.
Zheng!
This time, there is no dazzling sword energy, no abundant Buddha power, and there is not even strength. Only decades and centuries of pure slashing.
The collision of ordinary matter!
But!
The knife mastery and unwavering belief in the path of the sword, along with the ability to accurately discern weaknesses, are enough to cut through iron with a single strike.
Hence, they can be called a master of the Buddhist art!
Clang------
In an instant, the melodious and captivating sound of the Pure Chanting Sword cut through the air. The burning virtual fire ring on the sword fiercely struck through the gaps of the puppet, leaving a deep and profound scar. The wound released a constant sizzling smoke, indicating that the Buddha's power was purifying the demonic energy.
As the real knife was about to launch another attack, it saw that the head of the steel-patterned puppet turned 180 degrees like a grinding disc. The cold barrel looked at him and spewed out a torrent of venomous hatred.
Translated content:
"Wuwu—"
A sharp and twisted wailing echoed in my ears.
At the same time!
The puppet swung its steel spine forcefully, and a strong gust of energy swept through the ground, sweeping towards the True Blade Master. The constantly opening and closing sawtooth resembled the blade of an electric saw, effortlessly and casually cutting through the ground like sawing wood.
Roaring all the way, with a narrow crack behind.
Upon seeing this, Zhen Dao immediately prepares to fly again, but suddenly, countless resentful creatures resembling black oil centipedes emerge from the seams and connections of the steel puppet's mechanisms, wriggling and squirming like numerous centipede nests inside the mecha.
I am somewhat at a loss!
This design suddenly becomes very contrary. Humans, who would raise insects in mechs?
It makes even the most refined individuals want to vomit. It can compete with that deformed organ monster from above the azure sky.
The same disgusting.
Now there is reason for a gentleman to believe that the people inside this demonic realm definitely have something wrong with their aesthetic views.
It's way too bizarre, completely disregarding people's stomachs, it's unbearable.
I'm really fed up with this visual pollution.
So, Master Zhendao saw an endless stream of black oil centipedes crawling out of the puppet, with their ferocious fangs wide open. As the legs of each centipede moved, they suddenly pounced on Master Zhendao, just like a waterfall of insects.
That is a nightmare scene that creeps you out.
Even the skilled master of real knives, with a sharp heart, would be stunned!
Squeak, squeak, squeak---
As numerous black oil centipedes crawl out from the cracks of the puppet, True Blade does not dare to hesitate. He directly cuts them off with two knives and pounces on the approaching centipedes.
Afterwards... Controlling the golden pearl artifact, I immediately distanced myself from the steel puppet, as my intuition told me that these centipedes were poisonous, and getting bitten would not be good.
But the Swordmaster's action was like poking a hornet's nest; numerous palm-sized black oil centipedes became even more ferocious, disregarding height and distance, and directly pounced towards the Swordmaster. They emitted sharp screeches, resembling bullets flying through the air.
Visible to the naked eye!
The centipede swarm, resembling a tidal wave, undulates behind the real sword. Countless centipedes keep rushing towards it, then falling to the ground with a "plop" sound, and continue surging towards the real sword.
Suddenly!
The Real Knife now can't even get close to the puppet, it can only dodge attacks with its head in embarrassment, and if it's not careful, it could become minced meat or be eaten by centipedes.
"Amitabha Buddha ----"
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Even though the situation is so miserable for the real knife and the true gentlemen, this actually makes the tear-stained Zunwang at the pinnacle feel even more interesting.
Itchy hands can hardly bear it! Translation: "
Dozens of malicious tear drops rose up, each one filled with intense and high-quality malevolence. They were swiftly thrown out by the Tear Queen, releasing an immense amount of malice.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Translated content:
Underneath the seemingly delicate and sorrowful appearance of tear makeup, there lies a terrifying power of an unparalleled beast. Even a simple swinging motion is like an explosion of bombs.
The sound of air splitting is incessant.
In an instant!
Under the throw of tears, these ten drops of malevolent teardrops vanish before my eyes. Their speed and trajectory are no longer observable to the naked eye, exceeding twice the previous velocity.
This time!
Even the highest-ranking people can only feel a chill in their eyes, as if an apocalyptic malice is attacking. Astonished, there is simply no time to warn the righteous gentleman.
And then... the righteous gentleman falls victim.
Suddenly, even the skilled sword master found himself at a loss, unaware of what had happened. Even the dignified gentleman himself wore a bewildered expression.
"What the heck?"
"Bullying an honest person?"
In that moment! Translation: In an unexpected turn of events, even the renowned expert swordsman was left clueless, failing to comprehend the situation. The very embodiment of integrity appeared utterly confused. "
Justice and warmth have completely disappeared from the consciousness of the virtuous person, replaced by endless darkness and malice. Even thinking is filled with pain and violence, anger and bloodlust... The tragedies of countless beings flash before the virtuous person's eyes, and infinite negative emotions turn into countless nightmares tormenting themselves.
Countless monsters' outlines crazily drill into his own body, carrying him towards the deepest depths of desolation.
Sinking!
Sinking further!
Huff huff huff huff huff---
Even a gentleman can hardly catch his breath, as thoughts of avenging the world's destruction now fill his mind.
Rationality is gradually fading away, as if a monster is about to burst out from within. The upright gentleman instinctively suppresses the endless violent emotions and maintains self-control.
But!
Compared to the boundless and limitless savagery and malevolence, one's individual resistance is truly laughable?
He may now be contaminated to the depths of his soul, to the point where he no longer feels alive.
But!
This despairing sense of corruption comes swiftly and departs just as swiftly.
Almost simultaneously, from a distant realm, the boundless malice of the highest heavens pours relentlessly into his soul.
But!
The quantity is too large, even the highest level assessments are somewhat pessimistic. My own soul may not be able to bear such a terrifying malicious ocean and is on the verge of collapsing.
Things have become even worse!
Just as I had predicted, that polluting immortal is definitely a perverted, devoid of humanity.