The Creatures That We Are

Chapter 566: Seven Shadow’s Cry of Blood

Three seconds later, the light beam disappeared, leaving a chasm of more than ten meters in width from the center of the Green Lotus Lake all the way to the border of Li City, as if the giant ax of God had swung down and hit the land.

Gao Yang had teleported away before it hit.

Wielding Qing Ling’s two Black Gold long blades, Gao Yang stared impassively at his shadow. He took a deep breath, and his absolute rationality quickly came to the conclusion that he didn’t stand a chance, and that he should flee.

But he didn’t.

There were things one had to do even though they were the wrong thing to do.

Swoosh. Gao Yang conjured a double, which took the Black Gold Xiu Dao. Then both him and his double sliced their left hands open to smear the blades with their blood.

After that, Gao Yang and the double took each of Qing Ling’s Black Gold darts and thrust it into their chests, almost hitting their hearts.

You told me before that I had a protagonist aura and would bring bad luck to everyone around me, Officer Huang. I didn’t believe you before, but I do now.

Nevertheless, I would be the greatest loser of a protagonist were I one. After all the defeats I’ve met, shouldn’t I have my moment for once?

Watch me, Officer Huang.

It’s gonna be cool.

Ah, I don’t have a name for the move yet. What would you call it?

How about Seven Shadow’s Cry of Blood?

It’s chuuni, isn’t it? Doesn’t it sound like a move from those shonen manga you’ve read?

Gao Yang’s lips curled up like he just remembered a happy memory, the corners of his mouth stained with blood.

[Put all Luck points into Luck.]

[Activate Willful Power.]

[Constitution: 1 Endurance: 1]

[Strength: 3200 Agility: 3167]

[Willpower: 1 Charisma: 1]

[Luck: 1777]

Activate Replicate.

Level 6 God of Blades, to the max.

Level 6 Killing Expert, to the max.

...

Whoosh, whoosh.

Both Gao Yang and his double vanished at the same time before suddenly appearing by the Malediction’s sides, making a horizontal indigo slash at the same time. Clink. The blades swung toward the Malediction’s neck, but were stopped by its quickly raised arm.

Hiss, hiss.

The blood-stained blades started corroding the Malediciton’s body like deadly poison. Messy black strands burst out from the skin and flesh like living water weeds, twisting and screaming in pain as they lost part of the form they had settled into.

“Ah—”

The Malediction’s ears turned into two small black vortexes, unleashing black soundwaves to the sides, which were powerful enough to shatter one’s brain and organs into a pool of blood.

Gao Yang and his double had long teleported away.

As soon as they landed, they both stomped on the ground and left a deep hole. Like two phantoms, they charged at the Malediction again.

A hundred and more black rays shot out from the Malediciton’s body in random directions. The two Gao Yangs foresaw the attacks and teleported again, dodging the firing spree at the last moment by taking advantage of the short time their forms disappeared altogether as they teleported.

Clink, clink.

Two indigo slashes imbued with blood came at the Malediction from the front and the back. This time, it didn’t have the time to block the blades, and ended up hit squarely in the back and the chest.

Hiss, hiss. The Maledicton’s human form was damaged again, and countless black strands burst out, vibrating at high frequency as they threatened to revert back into an unstable clump.

The Malediction pulled the black strands back into its body to maintain the form identical to Gao Yang. It was crucial to it.

Gao Yang didn’t give it more time.

In fact, he only had 10 seconds anyway.

Whoosh, whoosh. Clink, clink.

Gao Yang and his double became faster and faster. With Killing Expert, he would become more powerful the closer he was to death.

Watching from afar, Qing Ling saw two figures keeping the Cursed Offspring busy, making relentlessly quick slashes. A few seconds later, she couldn’t even catch the figures.

Gao Yang and his double teleported around, leaving countless afterimages as they made hundred and more indigo slashes every second, hitting the Malediction in all parts of its body. Every time an attack landed, black energy strands erupted messily.

During the first few seconds, the Malediction could still attempt to resist, but soon, it became a punching bag to Gao Yang. Under the mad flurry of slashes, its human form started to twist, distort, and disassemble, turning back into a messy clump.

Amid the flurry of blades, chaotic energy rippled outward across the crater the Green Lotus Lake had been rendered into. Holding her armless shoulder, Qing Ling watched without blinking, her hair flying backward. She stared at the intense battle intently for the next ten seconds.

Gao Yang.

Win.

You must win!

...

Ten seconds passed like ten days, years, or centuries. Gao Yang had long gone past the limit of Teleportation. He didn’t know how many times he had teleported and how many times he had cut the Malediction. At some point, even his rationality was almost gone, let alone his other emotions. He had surrendered himself to his instinct.

During the last half a second, Gao Yang felt his energy starting to decline. Willful Power was nearing its end.

He became one with his double and held one blade with his right hand, smearing it with blood with his left hand. Then he thrust at the Malediction’s chest in a glinting blur—if the entangled black strands could even be called a chest.

Clink. The tip of the blade buried into the clump of black strands, which shot out in all directions like they were pulled out by a great force, threatening to tear the Malediction into pieces of nothingness.

Yet the Malediction struggled stubbornly.

“Aghh!!”

Gao Yang held his weapon with both hands and growled, exhausting the last of his strength and energy, even his soul.

Finally, the bloodied Tang Dao pierced through the Malediction’s chest.

Time seemed to freeze for a second.

Then great black energy rippled out from the Maledicton’s body, throwing Gao Yang off his feet.

Qing Ling jumped to catch Gao Yang. They fell and rolled away a good few meters in each other’s embrace. Missing an arm, Qing Ling quickly crawled up despite how pale she looked, supporting Gao Yang with one hand.

Gao Yang’s face was white like a sheet, and his eyes were dim, his body cold.

Without hesitation, Qing Ling quickly extracted the Black Gold dart from his chest and administered the shot of Medicine C she had kept ready.

Gao Yang didn’t react at all. His pale face didn’t recover any color, and the wound on his chest was still bleeding. It didn’t seem like the injury was healing at all.

“Gao Yang, get it together!”

Shaking, Qing Ling took out the special adrenaline shot she had with her and bit off the cap, injecting it into Gao Yang’s chest and emptying the syringe.

Gao Yang remained unmoving, and his heart wasn’t beating.

It seemed that the moment Willful Power came to an end, he had already exhausted all vitality and energy in a way that was deadly, without reservation.

He died.