Chapter 263 - 255: I’ve Played With You For So Long, Do You Really Think I Can’t Kill You? (Finale)

Chapter 263: Chapter 255: I’ve Played With You For So Long, Do You Really Think I Can’t Kill You? (Finale)

Fu Juemin’s All Five Aggregates Are Void palm descended. Fan Wuyan, who was right before him, was immediately swallowed by a turbid torrent of Vitality.

But an instant later, countless streams of dark light, accompanied by an intensely viscous, transparent, and distorted mass, violently broke free from within!

BOOM!—

It was like a ball of amber exploding.

Amidst a series of strange CRACKLES and POPS, a glint flashed in Fu Juemin’s eyes. Just as he was about to make a move...

...a figure shot out from the roiling clash of Vitality like a phantom. It closed the distance at an unbelievable speed and viciously slammed a fist into his forehead—

BANG!

Fu Juemin staggered back three heavy steps. His head drooped, a wave of dizziness washing over him.

He shook his head hard. Once the discomfort faded, he looked up, only to freeze...

Before him, the ancient and majestic Black Jade Tower, so tall it pierced the clouds, had reappeared.

Countless tendrils of swirling mist cascaded from the Black Jade Tower, flowing like water across the entirely empty street.

Fan Wuyan stood beneath the Black Jade Tower, his robes immaculate as he stared at Fu Juemin with a sinister, vicious gaze. It was as if that last palm strike had done him no harm at all.

"I admit I underestimated you."

Beneath the Ancient Black Jade Tower, Fan Wuyan spoke in a chilling tone, "But now... it’s time for this to end."

But Fu Juemin ignored him, instead surveying his surroundings. His gaze finally settled on the gray, rainless sky as he muttered, ’Again?...’

...

「Meanwhile, on Vermilion Bird Street.」

WHEEZE— GASP—

The harsh, desperate sound of wheezing, like a broken bellows, mingled with the pitter-patter of rain on tiled eaves.

Fan Wuyan stood in the middle of the street in a strange posture, his feet planted wide.

His robes were torn to shreds, and his body was covered in large, grotesque, bluish-black bruises. The bluestone pavers at his feet and in a circle behind him had been pulverized into fine dust.

He looked utterly wretched, his face contorted with malice.

And yet, unnervingly, he looked much younger, and his frame had grown significantly taller.

It was as if he had reverted from a man in his twilight sixties back to his prime in his forties!

HUUUU—

Fan Wuyan let out a long breath, finally steadying the turbulent aura roiling within him.

He raised his eyes to a figure not far away, whose head was bowed as if in thought. An initial expression of teeth-grinding rage and resentment twisted into one of cruel satisfaction.

He slowly straightened up and began to walk, step by step, toward the figure.

"With the Seventy-Two Paths Illusionary Tower Fist, for every path you master, you can open a Profound Acupoint in your body to store Essence Qi."

"When I fight, my strength increases by ten percent for each Profound Acupoint I open..."

"It has been many years since I achieved Great Success in the Illusionary Tower Fist, and you are the first... to force me to open thirty-six acupoints at once."

Fan Wuyan spoke to the silent figure as he walked, as if he didn’t expect a response at all.

"For someone so young, even if you did receive a direct transmission of power from Ji Shaotong, to possess such skill and strength is truly remarkable!"

"You are ten times the prodigy Ji Shaotong ever was! Such peerless talent... I doubt anyone in the last three generations of the Martial Arts world could have surpassed you."

"Give you another ten or twenty years, and you could become a legendary grandmaster whose name shakes the Martial Arts world... I’d believe it."

He spoke with admiration, but a deeply cruel smile slowly spread across his face.

"A pity you won’t get the chance."

At last, he stood right before the figure.

With a series of sharp CRACKLES, Fan Wuyan opened his remaining thirty-six Profound Acupoints. The bruises covering his body faded in an instant, and his aura... surged to an unprecedented peak!

The downpour had now stopped completely.

The first thunderstorm of spring always comes and goes in a flash.

The dark clouds were beginning to part, and a few golden sunbeams pierced through to the street below. Everything seemed so serene and beautiful.

Fan Wuyan looked up, staring at the clearing sky for a moment before his gaze returned to the figure before him.

The smile on his face grew wider and wider, the cold cruelty in his eyes deepening.

"The thought that a man of your breathtaking talent is about to die by my hands..."

"I... I just can’t contain my excitement!"

"Is this not a greater, more satisfying accomplishment than killing the likes of the Demon Elephant Ji Shaotong?"

Smiling, Fan Wuyan slowly reached out to grab the figure.

But just as his hand was about to make contact, the figure suddenly looked up.

"Are you done?"

Fan Wuyan’s eyes met a pair of clear, calm ones, and the smile on his face froze instantly.

"You..."

His jaw hung open, his eyes wide with astonishment.

"I know, you were about to spout some nonsense about how I ’should have been trapped in the illusion for a few more breaths’ or something."

Fu Juemin shook his head. "You really never learn, do you?"

Fan Wuyan was stunned for a second.

Then, his face twisted in fury as countless streams of dark Vitality, each as thick as a great python, erupted from his body!

He let out a savage laugh. "So what? It just means a little more work for me..."

He thrust out his hand, clawing viciously at Fu Juemin. "Myriad Walls Topple!"

Beneath the sky-blotting, dark radiance, Fu Juemin quietly fell back, sighing as he retreated.

"I’ve played along with you for this long. Did you really think... I can’t kill you?"

As he spoke, he gave a light stomp.

BANG!

The standing water around them erupted into the air, exploding into a vast white mist that completely enveloped the two figures—one pursuing, one retreating.

Then, he swiftly raised his hand—

With a sound like tearing silk, the sleeve of his right dress shirt was shredded.

Beneath it, a fair, slender arm began to swell rapidly, like an inflating balloon.

Streaks of orange-red light clung to its surface. Three Souls...

No, wait!

A sharp light flashed in Fu Juemin’s eyes.

On that thick, inhuman, orange-red giant arm, countless dense, living shadows scrambled to crawl into and merge with it...

The Five Acupoints opened as one!

The Four Souls began to stain it!

Within arm’s reach!

’The so-called Heart Intent,’ he thought, ’without its two great advantages—the Heart Scene and interference from a powerful Consciousness—is really just... a slightly stronger form of Gratitude.’

Fan Wuyan, his face contorted in a ferocious snarl as he relentlessly pressed his attack, saw everything. His expression finally changed.

A sense of dread bloomed in his heart, and he subconsciously tried to halt his advance and retreat.

...

On both sides of the street, the vision of the spectators was blocked by the thick mist, preventing them from seeing what was happening at the heart of the battle.

Through the mist, some could just barely make out a blurry scene: one person trying to retreat, only to be ensnared by a thick, python-like black shadow and viciously yanked back in.

BOOM!!—

After a terrifying yet muffled explosion, the billowing mist gradually began to settle.

Just then, the rain stopped, and the sky cleared completely.

A brilliant golden sunbeam broke through the clouds, bathing half of Vermilion Bird Street in light.

In the center of the street, everyone saw—

a handsome young man in a dress shirt and slacks, holding one arm aloft. He had pierced clean through his opponent’s chest.

He stood calmly on the street, the sunlight after the rain landing on his snow-white shirt and refracting into a splendid, serene halo...

.....

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