Chapter 262 - 255: I’ve Played with You for So Long, Do You Really Think I Can’t Kill You? (Finale)

Chapter 262: Chapter 255: I’ve Played with You for So Long, Do You Really Think I Can’t Kill You? (Finale)

[Yao Ling]!

Fu Juemin abruptly activated [Yao Ling].

In an instant, the sound of wind, rain, breathing, heartbeats... countless noises, both near and far, flooded into his mind.

They were quickly filtered out, leaving only the sound of a certain someone falling from high above—the whistle of fists and feet cutting through the air, the rustle of fluttering robes!

Fu Juemin took a shallow breath, tapped his feet lightly, and soared upward, proactively meeting the descending point of faint light.

The murky miasma, condensed from his highly compressed Vitality, trailed behind him like a long plume of smoke. The shadows of his three Demon Souls flickered and vanished. Silently, Fu Juemin’s body now moved with an indescribable agility and grace.

Five Beasts Qigong, Deer Form—Inclined Angle Moon Inquiry!

His fist, like a horn, silently crashed into the floating, faint glow.

"BANG BANG BANG BANG—"

A series of rapid strikes rang out, and in the next instant, a figure was sent flying from within.

"BAM!"

Fu Juemin landed on both feet and staggered back several steps. The glow of his Vitality was in disarray, and more than a dozen new marks showed where he had clearly been hit.

Even the sounds of Fan Wuyan that [Yao Ling] detected had been fake!

His only comfort now was that with all Five Orifices opened and infused with the power of three Demon Souls, the sheer strength of his Vitality was incomparable, even for a Supreme Martial Artist of the Heart Intent Realm.

Fan Wuyan’s Vitality wasn’t even a fifth of his own, but his technique was brilliant. Every strike used "Hidden Force," which could penetrate his Protective Qi Membrane and even seep into his organs. The damage wasn’t fatal.

However, taking too many of those hits, one after another, was trouble enough. At the very least, his consumption of Innate Primordial Liquid had increased significantly.

It seemed Fan Wuyan had no intention of killing Fu Juemin in one go. He appeared to be enjoying the process of slow torture.

"SWOOSH—"

Just as Fu Juemin steadied himself, he heard the faint sound of robes cutting through the air. He caught sight of Fan Wuyan’s rapidly approaching figure, but his brow furrowed, hesitant to make a move.

He had attacked time and again, only to miss every time. He had made judgment after judgment, only to choose wrongly every time...

Even the strongest of minds would inevitably begin to waver, and Fu Juemin was no exception.

In his vision, Fan Wuyan’s figure flickered between blurry and clear, sometimes on the left, sometimes on the right... like an old film with frames removed, its sequence chaotic, making it impossible to distinguish illusion from reality.

Through the gradually lightening rain, he walked slowly and calmly toward Fu Juemin, his hands clasped behind his back.

That infuriating smile never left his face.

Fu Juemin simply closed his eyes, releasing the perceptive tendrils of [Yao Ling]. He "clearly" captured Fan Wuyan’s exact location.

But having been burned once, Fu Juemin no longer dared to trust even [Yao Ling].

[Yao Ling] also relied on sound to determine an object’s location. Fan Wuyan could affect Fu Juemin’s ability to capture sound within a certain range, which was why even [Yao Ling] could be "deceived" by him...

’No, that’s not right!’

A Spiritual Light flashed through Fu Juemin’s mind!

He suddenly opened his eyes, a brilliant light shining within his pupils.

"I’ve been... so stupid."

Fu Juemin shook his head, muttering to himself.

After the moment of self-deprecation, his expression finally returned to complete calm.

"BANG!—"

With a soft sound, Fu Juemin vanished, becoming a blur of motion.

The moment his figure shot forward, the expression on Fan Wuyan’s face—previously calm, wearing a half-smile—suddenly changed.

"BOOM!"

As the heavy rain subsided, a huge blast of air abruptly exploded on the misty street!

Splashing water droplets pattered against the surrounding brickwork and door panels, creating a rapid, crisp tattoo of sound.

As the blast and water vapor settled, two figures slowly emerged, fist against palm.

Fan Wuyan’s expression was grim. He spoke, enunciating each word, "How did you find me?"

"Take a guess."

A faint smile on his face, Fu Juemin raised his hand. In an instant, the countless streams of murky smoke rising from his body converged on his right hand, like tens of thousands of snakes returning to their nest!

A familiar, terrifying aura began to spread silently.

Fan Wuyan seemed to realize something. His expression changed drastically, and he immediately shot backward in retreat.

But Fu Juemin didn’t stop him. Once his Vitality had Returned to the Origin, without even glancing at the hastily retreating Fan Wuyan, he sent a palm strike—gently pressing it into the empty space several meters to his right!

It was like tearing through a transparent, formless film of water.

Fan Wuyan’s true form was exposed.

As that pale hand, swirling with countless murky streams, gently pressed against his thin, frail chest.

A look of disbelief still lingered on Fan Wuyan’s face.

Fu Juemin met his eyes, smiled brilliantly, and softly uttered, "Five Aggregates... all is void!"

In that instant....

"THUD!—"

It was as if an invisible sledgehammer had brutally struck the chest of every single person present on the long street.

Dull, oppressive, suffocating.

Immediately after, a terrifying, turbid torrent of Vitality poured silently from Fu Juemin’s palm, carrying a deep sense of emptiness, disintegration—a power that seemed capable of erasing all life force!

"WHOOSH!!"

The Palm Wind swept past, making countless hearts tremble violently.....

The power of the Heart Intent was strong enough to affect the environment in a small area. This was a disturbance on the level of Consciousness, one that even [Yao Ling] couldn’t avoid being influenced by, causing it to capture the wrong sound source.

But this "deception" only affected Fu Juemin’s personal sense of hearing.

Once he gave up on relying on the sound source to lock onto Fan Wuyan’s position and instead "listened to the whole map," the problem became incredibly simple—whichever place had an abnormal sound, one that was completely out of place with the rest of the environment, that had to be where Fan Wuyan was hiding!