With the Blade

Chapter 300: Chapter 251: Who Are You, Who Am I

Yin Ren Wuzhao first looked at the long staff in his hand.

He knew very well where this long staff came from. It was a method of crafting living people into weapons—a process of seeking those with firm will, killing them on the spot, and making them into weapons. In a manner of speaking, the carpenter indeed died, but also continued to exist in his hand in another form.

Just like himself, transferring his consciousness to the weapon, endowing the once ordinary weapon with unimaginable power.

And in his hand, the power of this long staff remained. Yin Ren Wuzhao could even feel the carpenter’s pain and sorrow from striking a dear friend—yet, the more the carpenter suffered, the stronger his will became, and the greater power the long staff would possess.

Just like now, the dried heart skewered on the staff had twisted into the shape of an axe blade, and not far away, the enemy’s shoulder was already bleeding.

So, there lies the question.

"What are you supposed to be?"

Yin Ren Wuzhao raised his head, looking at the wooden figure not far away.

Though he asked this, he already sensed that, both in behavior and foolish expression, the wooden figure exactly mirrored the carpenter he killed—clearly, the carpenter was like him now, possessing a body, but while he controlled a living human’s body from the steel hairpin, the carpenter controlled a wooden figure.

The wooden figure appeared so clumsy, so stupid, just standing there was laughable.

However, at this moment, Yin Ren Wuzhao couldn’t laugh at all.

The weapon he held was the carpenter, he knew that, but the wooden figure before him was also the carpenter, that was undeniable.

Can one person split into two?

"Impossible, absolutely impossible..."

At this moment, Yin Ren Wuzhao’s mind was in chaos.

Actually, with his intelligence and knowledge as a priest, it was easy to deduce several possible situations—but no matter which situation, which hypothesis, he couldn’t admit it, didn’t even dare think about it.

After all, if he acknowledged those hypotheses, acknowledged the reality in front of him, then what was he, attached to the steel hairpin?

Is he really Yin Ren Wuzhao? Is he really that former priest? When his weapon transformation completed, did he transfer his consciousness, or merely copied his thoughts?

What is he?

Who is he?

"Are you done thinking?"

Just as his mind was in turmoil and his consciousness hazy, a voice suddenly came from in front of him.

This made him raise his head.

In his sight was his opponent in battle, the enemy whose left arm he had broken, just standing there, quietly watching him.

Just quietly watching him, without any intention of making a move.

"Why don’t you attack?"

His brow furrowed.

This wasn’t something difficult, after all, this was an opponent evenly matched with him, so just like before when he could take the chance when the other was distracted to break the shoulder with a staff hit, he was dazed long enough to be killed many times over.

Yet now, he was still standing there.

Not even a scratch appeared.

"What do you mean?"

His expression turned increasingly grim.

"What are you doing? What are you waiting for?"

"Waiting for you."

Du Chengfeng’s face was calm.

"Waiting for you to feel better, then continue fighting."

"Waiting for me to feel better? Are you looking down on me!"

At that moment, an unprecedented anger surged in his heart!

All along, only he, as a strong figure, spared others, but this time, he was the one whose life was spared!

What an insult... what a disgrace!

"Are you insulting me! Using this way to insult me!"

"...How can you think that? I really didn’t mean it that way."

Du Chengfeng shook his head, speaking honestly.

"Seizing the moment you were distracted to attack, I could indeed kill you, but in that manner of fighting, neither of us would have fun."

"...Have fun?"

He thought he misheard something.

This was a life-and-death struggle, a slight distraction could lead to death, yet this monster named Du Chengfeng was still considering, having fun?

Is this really a mindset a human can possess?

Okay, even though neither of them could now be considered human, but even so, this kind of thought, this kind of mindset was somewhat too...

"Otherwise? Do you think I would get angry, then kill you as quickly as possible?"

Du Chengfeng scratched his head.

"Though indeed I could do that, don’t you think that would be quite wasteful?"

Saying this, Du Chengfeng raised his head to look into Yin Ren Wuzhao’s eyes.

The eyes are the windows to the soul.

At this moment, they both clearly perceived each other’s thinking.

"Though I don’t know why your mind is troubled, isn’t that unnecessary? At least not now."

Du Chengfeng spoke once more.

"Since we’ve already started fighting, just enjoy the battle, after all, it’s not easy for people of our level to find evenly matched opponents... Speaking of which, I should apologize, as this body might not suit you, might not bring out your full strength, fighting you like this, even if I win, it wouldn’t be very honorable."

Saying this, Du Chengfeng adjusted his nearly shattered left shoulder.

"Of course, now with my left hand crippled, I’m not in full strength either, making the fight more fair."

"You..."

Yin Ren Wuzhao found himself speechless.

He had seen quite a few warriors, and he himself was a warrior among warriors, but now, this monster named Du Chengfeng, even with the appearance of a human, was internally far more mad than any warrior he had ever encountered, by tens or hundreds of times!

But were those so-called memories really his?

Is he really him?

"It doesn’t matter."

Facing Du Chengfeng’s gaze, Yin Ren Wuzhao smiled as well.

Yes, it doesn’t matter, these things aren’t that important, at least now it’s he who is enjoying this battle, it’s he who is engaging in this fight.

That is more than enough.

"You know, this staff was originally meant for you."

Taking a deep breath, Yin Ren Wuzhao picked up the long staff once again.

"When I kill you, you will become my sharpest spear."

"If you can do that, then come."

Pulling open his sleeve to sling his left hand across his chest, Du Chengfeng casually welcomed him with one hand.