1828 The Body of a Mortal (3)
“Senior Number Two, don’t worry. This Energy Binding Web could be used by you, but you couldn’t stow it away. However, I could help you deal with the explosive energy inside.”
When Number Two retracted his palm, Situ Yongren activated the Divine Secret technique as he spoke.
Little did they know, in this temporary respite, a colossal sword suddenly cleaved through the void with premeditated precision!
This is…
The Fourth Sword!
Disappearing within the Arena and re-merged in an instant, the now magnified vicious sword was revealed to be the Fourth Sword, turning Situ Yongren’s words into a scream.
“Ah!”
At the same time, a chilling mocking voice echoed in the void.
“Find calmness and growth in hell!”
Xu Xiaoshou, who wielded the summoned Fourth Sword, transformed from the Berserk Giant into a winged black demon. He fiercely descended with a sword strike in mid-air.
He quickly analyzed the situation when he noticed something amiss about Number Two.
From the beginning to the end, this Divine Oracle had never intended to confront him directly.
All his actions were focused on the primary objective, which was to protect and retrieve Situ Yongren.
What an honorable status!
In that case, when you two came into contact, could you achieve the best of both worlds if I were to unleash a single, devastating slash of my sword?
“Die!”
The Berserk Giant, enveloped in black demonic energy, aided by the wings on his back, targeted the disciple of Hallmaster Dao with the Fourth Sword!
The speed and proximity of this strike left no time for Number Two to withdraw Situ Yongren in time.
Either he would watch Situ Yongren be struck down, or he would shield him and bear the brunt of the attack.
I would strike what he protected!
Compelling the enemy to confront a challenging decision by exploiting their vulnerability.
From the beginning to the end, Xu Xiaoshou knew very well that he could not defeat Number Two.
How could he, a mere Sovereign Dao Realm be a match for this perfect and invincible Divine Oracle?
While he temporarily caught the opponent off guard, it did not mean he possessed the combat strength to directly contend with him. One should have a clear sense of their limitations.
Therefore, from the very beginning, Xu Xiaoshou’s target was Situ Yongren.
This person was the greatest vulnerability of the unbeatable Number Two, exposed like never before.
“Senior, save me!” Situ Yongren’s desperate cry echoed in all directions.
At that moment, he no longer cared about his dignity. He only wanted to survive.
Quickly!
Too fast!
This sword was truly too fast, too close. It was evident that it had been planned before he vanished.
Even Number Two could not help but start to doubt if this Saint Servant, Xu Xiaoshou, had a reservoir of information in his mind as well.
How could he remain so calm during a situation where he was weaker and analyze the most advantageous battle tactics, and then execute them with unwavering determination?
The reason why humans were called humans was because emotions such as fear could affect one’s judgment in a split second.
In comparison, the lack of emotions was an advantage for Divine Puppets.
But at this moment, Number Two realized that Xu Xiaoshou was as calm as an emotionless Divine Puppet during battle.
In a critical moment, Number Two chose to sacrifice his arm to save Situ Yongren’s life.
He grabbed him and pulled him towards himself…
Clearly, this action was too slow and could not match the sharpness of the Fourth Sword. Both the person and the hand would be severed.
Number Two took a different approach. A fissure opened in his shoulder, and a vast energy surged out.
Utilizing such a powerful thrust, Number Two abandoned his arm and propelled Situ Yongren far into the void.
The Fourth Sword met its mark!
However, due to the sudden acceleration of Number Two’s arm, the blade grazed the wrist of the giant.
As one of the Five Great Divine Instruments of Chaos, the vicious sword was rarely matched in its sharpness.
The physical body of the Divine Oracle was strong, but when subjected to a slash, it could only provide temporary resistance.
The onlookers witnessed the severed hand, propelled by the force of the Fourth Sword and diagonally split apart along the forearm upon impact.
“A severed arm?”
“Just his damn luck, he… severed his arm?!”
Feng Xiaose cowered below. Instead of being caught in the grand explosion, he witnessed Lord Shou cleave off the Divine Oracle’s arm with a single sword strike.
As he observed the astonishing scene, he could not help but feel a growing sense of the world’s absurdity.
The mightiest demi-saint, losing an arm to the Sovereign Dao Realm for the sake of a hostage?
Was this really happening in the real world?
This went beyond mere physical skills and battle consciousness!
It was a judgment of the overall situation, the masterful utilization of crucial moments in every battle, and the perfect coordination of timing, advantages, and personnel!
And on top of all these aspects…
The acclaimed formidable demi-saint, Number Two, the Divine Oracle with a perfect knowledge repository in his mind, fell under Lord Shou’s sword.
An indescribable sense of admiration surged within. Though he did not participate in the battle, he witnessed this historic moment.
Feng Xiaose was in awe of this tactic of diversion and victory against the odds, proclaiming Lord Shou as the mightiest!
The shame of being humiliated and tortured seemed to dissipate.
Countless words longed to be spoken, but as they reached his lips, Feng Xiaose blushed and could only utter a heartfelt cry:
“Lord Shou, you’re amazing!”
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