Apocalypse Forecast

Chapter 1039: Chapter 805: As Expected of You

Indescribable was the feeling.

In that moment, he saw the sounds of growth, earth, sky, and death, those distant echoes overlapping in one place, hidden from anyone’s notice, but now becoming so clear.

So close at hand.

As if just by lifting his eyes he could see, by turning his ear he could listen, by shifting his thoughts he could interfere, and even as if by reaching out, he could touch...

Boom!

A tremendous roar.

The elderly figure before him raised an arm, spread five fingers wide, suddenly blocking in front of Huai Shi’s palm, striving to grasp the invisible air.

In the sound of shattering, sharp air currents spread in all directions.

"Wake up, kid."

Luo Lao still had half a piece of steak in his mouth and glared at Huai Shi, who had not yet awoken, and mumbled, "Did you just open your eyes and want to tear the house down!"

In the dizziness like waking from a long sleep, Huai Shi instinctively raised his hand and again reached out with his palm toward him.

But it did not clench into a fist.

Rather, it loosened, the five fingers spreading, as if holding something, gently pushing forward.

Yet Luo Lao’s expression grew stern, he looked up, swallowing his entire steak lunch whole, and his body turned iron-blue again, into Overload State.

Forward, a punch!

At that instant, Huai Shi’s pupils abruptly contracted, heartbeat, pulse, breath, the release and contraction of muscles, the rhythm of the soul, the ripples of Source Substance, the operation of the Stigma...

Everything’s rhythm unified into a bundle.

Following his movement, converging forward.

Resonance!

The roar exploded again, the entire basement suddenly shook, countless dust particles fell.

Luo Lao’s motion came to an abrupt halt, he looked down at his fist, just pressing against Huai Shi’s palm... a silent crack appeared on the base of his thumb.

He stared wide-eyed in astonishment.

At that moment, all the rhythms within Huai Shi unexpectedly overlapped, seemingly with his will, erupting with power that surpassed his past self!

Twice? Three times? Five times? Or ten times?

Unbelievable...

"Why is it so weak?"

Luo Lao asked in confusion, unable to express his disappointment, "Is this it? Is this it, damn it?"

It was like planting an apple tree, and all it bore were cherries.

It shouldn’t be like this!

The so-called extreme interpretation, it shouldn’t be such a lackluster thing!

"..."

At that instant, Huai Shi’s five fingers slowly retracted, finally clenching his fist—that instant, the compiled rhythm erupted, striving, spreading, countless frenzied notes spread along the Source Substance’s pulsation.

Even inserting into Luo Lao’s own heartbeat, breath, pulse, and Source Substance within, fusing into one place, forming a riotous torrent!

—This is the true Extreme Intent · Symphony!

In the silence, thunder erupted.

Luo Lao’s body shook, losing control for an instant.

His vision went black.

The crack on the base of the thumb spread abruptly, arm, half body, face, even muscle texture, bones, organs, fascia bore fine cracks.

The crimson color surged forth!

Asphyxiation.

If it were an ordinary person, under this blow they would have instantly turned into a mist of blood and dust, wouldn’t they?

However, in a brief stagnation, Huai Shi across from him was even worse, continuous cracking noises sounded from his body, excruciating pain burst forth, he opened his mouth, vomiting large mouthfuls of fresh blood.

In a brief silence, Luo Lao raised his eyebrows, couldn’t help but shake his head, the blood on his body and hidden injuries quickly closed up, disappearing.

He laughed in mockery.

"Screwed over, haven’t you!" The old man gloated: "Reckless, to think you can compete with me on resilience?"

Although he didn’t understand the exact effect, through that instant of contact, he already understood the principle and medium of Huai Shi’s extreme intent...

By integrating his own rhythm to create resonance, he could erupt with power far surpassing the past.

This is merely the most basic application.

Following this, using the resonance as a medium, he could guide it outward. He could even thereby interfere with the frequency inside other living beings, merging the two directly as one through resonance, ignoring defenses to deliver destructive force into the core of the opponent, and then completely detonate it!

Just like what Huai Shi instinctively did just now.

Unfortunately, he encountered a monster like Luo Lao and was instead injured by the reverberations of the heartbeat within Luo Lao’s body.

"Fortunately, you didn’t try to integrate the frequency of anything other than yourself." Luo Lao looked at his sorry state, shaking his head with pity: "Otherwise, now wouldn’t be like this."

He would have long been, dead without remains.

Just in that moment of contact, he could already discern the terrifying potential of this extreme intent.

Detection, attack, defense, restriction, even high-speed movement...

Just like himself, a standard jack-of-all-trades.

Just now what shook Luo Lao was simply the resonance of organs and Source Substance within Huai Shi’s own body—and this extreme intent can resonate with things outside of oneself.

This is the true core of ’Symphony’ in this extreme intent.

The sound of all things.

The sky, the earth, Stone Marrow Pavilion, everything else...all can be integrated into one’s own melody.

As if temporarily amalgamated into one, borrowing the vast power of the external world, to attack together!

Through the fusion of rhythms, achieving an alternative ’oneness of heaven and humanity.’

But the price won’t be that simple.

Not to mention how complex the experience and control ability required for that are, with Huai Shi’s current weight, he probably wouldn’t manage to borrow much strength before the spell backfires on him.

Imagine, the rhythm of an entire estate losing control, exploding in resonance within the body...

Absolutely dead, utterly tragic, a tragedy unparalleled!

Finally mastered an Extreme Intent, only to end up with a technique that might kill oneself?

In the face of such bizarre developments, Luo Lao could only find a thread of admiration amidst the confusion.

No wonder you are the way you are.

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An hour later, Huai Shi was wrapped in bandages and sat in a wheelchair, drooling, being pushed into the living room, sipping through a straw, slowly swallowing the liquid food Uncle Fang specially prepared for him.

Anyway, he’s quite the tough guy.

With injuries of this extent, given Luo Lao’s controlled counterattack, there’s not even a need to call 120.

Home self-healing will sort it out.

Just a bit more time, that’s all.

He hadn’t finished a bowl of liquid food when a disheveled figure dashed into his arms, crying out.

"Teacher, you’re finally awake!"

Little Nineteen, hair disheveled, face covered in blood, was already in tears, clinging to Huai Shi’s leg and screaming, "Master, save me!"

Who knows what kind of trouble he’s been through these few days, to end up in such a sorry state.

Huai Shi was ready to comfort him, but suddenly heard a ’crack.’

Little Nineteen paused for a moment, realizing the leg he was holding had bent into a strange arc, stunned, speechless, unable to hide his admiration, and tearfully exclaimed, "Teacher... did you awaken some rubber fruit ability?"

"...You broke my damn leg!"

Huai Shi rolled his eyes and nearly cried out in frustration.

"You little brat, let go, it hurts like hell!"

After a round of chaos, Huai Shi’s leg finally returned to its original shape or at least looked pretty similar, secured with a splint to hold it in place.

Right now, Huai Shi was like a glass man, cracked all over, ready to shatter at any touch.

Little Nineteen almost killed him just moments ago.

After all that hard training, he didn’t let Old Luo kill him, but nearly capsized in this little ditch!

How on earth did I raise a backstabber like this!

Later, when Yuan Yuan came to drag him off to train, no one pleaded for him anymore.

"No, no!!!" Little Nineteen clung to the floor, terrified and crying, "I have done great things for Tanbo, I’ve shed blood for the teacher... Teacher, please say something, why aren’t you speaking... Teacher, why won’t you move..."

Unfortunately, until the end, Huai Shi didn’t move as Little Nineteen wished.

Motionless.

He remained limp in the wheelchair for two hours before finally coming around.

After the excitement of realization faded, only indescribable exhaustion and weakness remained.

Luckily, there was still a bit of energy left.

Finally, he regained a little bit of control.

He struggled to lift his finger, shakingly pressing it onto the green plant in the living room, taking a deep breath, finally coming back to life with a long exhale.

The vitality network of the Tanbo Inner Circle had been sucked away by nearly a tenth.

And the wounds finally began to heal rapidly.

The empty blood bar quickly recovered.

"Let’s have a talk, Teacher Luo."

He raised his head, looking at the old man sitting across from him, "Why are you really here?"

"Don’t worry, not for you, just incidental."

Luo Lao sipped his fitness drink, absent-mindedly tapping his fingers on the table, seemingly waiting patiently for something.

"You woke up just in time."

He said, "There’s some excitement to watch in the coming days."

"What kind of excitement?" Huai Shi didn’t understand.

"Sword hunting."

When Luo Lao said this, his demeanor was as if he were talking about some carnival.

Indeed, comparatively, the existence of sword hunting is practically a carnival between the Yingzhou Border.

This is the festival of Huangquan Slope.

Quadrennial.

Initiated by the Sword Saint Door’s dojo, emulating the legend of the eccentric monk Benkei, opening the dojo’s doors, allowing disciples who have achieved cultivation to visit various masters for duels.

Like a hunt, the sword is used as a wager, only disciples who collect a hundred swords can receive direct guidance from the Sword Saint and graduate as ’Advanced Disciples,’ while the rest can only be named disciples...

As for those who lose their pants in the duel, their swords taken away, they are straightforwardly expelled from the dojo.

Hereafter, whether entering high gate expectations as a Sword Saint disciple, or falling to a henchman ronin, whether a dragon or a snake, it all depends on these brief ten days.

Some timid fighters even purchase weapons at high prices from others to make up numbers, but while hunting others, all Sword Saint disciples also become prey.

Because the requirement to receive guidance from the Sword Saint is merely a hundred swords, regardless of the identity of the challenger.

Even the most notorious villains face no problem... Over the years, there have been outsiders defeating dojo disciples and gaining the honor of meeting the Sword Saint.

This is the dojo’s open strategy.

By means of sword hunting, utilizing external pressure to eliminate the internal slackers, then introducing new blood.

The arrival of this day is not only awaited by dojo disciples but also samurai from all Kyoto, no, all Yingzhou, and all outsiders eager to enhance their own prowess, sharpening their weapons in anticipation.

It can be foreseen that in the upcoming period, once night falls on Huangquan Slope, it becomes a battlefield of a hundred ghosts.

"What a wonderful method." Luo Lao nodded and praised, "If you ask me, the Orchard should host one as well, to prevent some people who only attended experience classes from coming out to be parasites..."

"Let’s talk business, just talk business, okay?" Huai Shi rolled his eyes, "So what? You want me to participate in sword hunting?"

"..."

In the brief silence, Luo Lao didn’t speak, just raised his eyes to look at Huai Shi, incredulous, amazed.

Like looking at a pervert.