Chapter 37

Chapter 37: Chapter 36: "Flourishing Martial Fortune, Number One PlayerQiao Liya transformed into a blue light and rushed toward him.

With Kaionis’s Snow in hand, all knowledge of swordsmanship suddenly flooded into Su Ming’an’s mind. Like the girl had once done, he stared intently at the dazzling blue light and then, with all his strength, slashed down—

With a combat power as high as 600, this strike was no longer an insurmountable gap before him. Glancing at his own HP of 55, Su Ming’an lifted his eyelids from the exploding blue light.

When only the kings remained on both sides, rules no longer mattered, leaving only the most direct confrontation.

Eni’s HP was still at 95, and he struggled to prop up his pain-ridden body, his hand trembling as he held the sword. He controlled his brilliant flames, closely watching Su Ming’an’s HP—around 50.

Under normal circumstances, this amount of HP wouldn’t stand up against even one of his own attacks, and since he was a ranged attacker and the opponent was melee, he could definitely kill the enemy before he got close.

He eyed his opponent, dragging his heavy body with each step forward.

Each step he took was calculated precisely—there must be no room for loss. The cost of failure was too great, unbearable for either side.

The calm-faced opponent watched him expressionlessly.

Eni suddenly felt a strange significance... It was as if the opponent, who at least had some emotion, suddenly became devoid of fluctuations.

At the moment when the opponent finally stepped into the farthest attack range, a flash of light crossed his eyes, and he yelled, as if to bellow out all the suffocation and anger, sending a flame like an arrow from his palm!

The opponent’s form abruptly moved.

"Swoosh!"

Like a dance on black and white tiles, the snow’s gleam from the sword flickered only for a moment in the sight.

Then, the figure rapidly closed in, reaching him almost instantly!

Eni had level 4 basic swordsmanship, whereas Su Ming’an had level 1 basic combat; the improvement each level brought was almost a qualitative change.

The swordsmanship skills inherently given to Yuanyuan were displayed with a level—lv.9.

It was precisely the ninth level of swordsmanship, which allowed her to skyrocket her combat power to 300 without adding a single attribute.

It was truly just that swordsmanship skill that she relied on.

Eni saw that person appear instantly before his eyes, and his pupils constricted as he recalled the nightmare scene of his arm being severed.

But next, he grew angry at his own retreat, the blood-red flames around him burning fiercely all at once.

... If long-range doesn’t hit, then come try close combat!

Pass through my flames and endure the pain of being scorched all over—In such flames, even if you can endure the intense pain, the rapier in your hand will melt into molten iron!

Eni’s eyes burned with mad flames, channeling all his mana into the flames enveloping him, blooming like a red lotus, whose bodily heat saturation was beginning to overwhelm even his innate resistance.

—He didn’t believe his opponent would dare to step forward under these circumstances!

That’s what he thought, and then, he saw the person in front of him move his hand from the hilt up onto the blade.

—And then he charged into the flames unprotected.

"Huff—!"

Eni watched in amazement, seeing the opponent’s face remain unfluctuating, watching the leaping flames roast his skin and clothes, and seeing the hand that protected the blade gradually stain a bluish-black, then char and decay, as if completely immune to pain.

The hilt of Kaionis’s Snow melted in the intense heat, dripping molten iron, yet the segment of the blade protected by his palm remained sharp.

The smell of charred flesh wafted to Eni’s nose, bringing a sense of mortal danger.

In fear, Eni tried to retreat from this man, but the Red King opened his mangled palm and then, holding that segment of the blade, plunged it fiercely into Eni’s throat!

Eni’s eyes gradually dimmed.

His HP dropped to zero in an instant.

—He lost.

He shouldn’t have treated his opponent like any common foe.

His opponent wasn’t human.

His opponent was a madman.

Without empathy, without normality, impervious to pain, a madman who faced death unflinchingly.

The bright red flames continued to dance.

The Blue King, with endless regret and loss in his eyes, collapsed.

In a world of deathly silence over the chessboard, only a single figure remained standing.

Under the boundless expanse of the star sea, that was the only shining light.

Reborn from the flames.

[Aurora Ring (Purple Grade): This is the brightest future and also the gentlest curse.

Luck + Third Level (cannot exceed A)

Spirit +5

Durability: 5/5

Equipment Requirement: None

Special Skill (Morning Glow): Every five percent of your health can temporarily be transformed into one point of spirit, and your health cannot drop below five percent. The conversion ratio will change as the level increases.]

When Su Ming’an opened his eyes again, he was facing the empty third floor of a hospital.

Duoduo was no longer there. Under the wide swatches of sunset light pouring through the floor-to-ceiling windows, he saw a stack of files that had suddenly appeared.

He extended his hands and saw his left and right arms, perfectly repaired without any signs of flame scorch, looking exactly like their original perfect state.

"Ding-dang!"

The sound of metal hitting the ground was particularly crisp. He slightly shifted his gaze.

The silver fine sword had fallen to the ground. The previously melted hilt had been perfectly repaired and in the somewhat viscous crimson sunset, it looked like a piece of perennially unmelting ice, extremely beautiful.

He picked up the sword and gazed at it intently.

[Snow of Caeneus (Blue Level, can grow): The vain and futile dream of shattering reality

Attack Power:18~36

Durability:25/25

Equipment Requirement: One-Handed Weapon, Strength Requirement 2 or more

Special Attributes: The high and mighty snow that cuts through all deceitful aversion; creatures touched by its frost will have no reincarnation. Accompanied by Ice Attribute, Darkness Suppression, killing creatures of the Darkness Series can evolve. As it has been carefully repaired by the organizers, its attributes have experienced decent growth.]

He took off his coat and wrapped it around the sword bit by bit carefully, then he took a rope and scissors from his backpack and made a simple Sword Bag to carry on his back.

He moved forward, opened the stack of files, and as his gaze slowly shifted down, he confirmed his speculation.

He put the files into his backpack and, carrying the sword bag, walked down the stairs step by step.

Waiting on the second floor, Lv Shu saw his figure and greeted him, "Back again? You were up there for a long time, I’ve already explored the second floor."

Lv Shu did not know if Su Ming’an had acquired anything good, but seeing him come down safely was reassuring; he disliked seeing good people die.

Suddenly, he noticed that Su Ming’an’s lost arm had returned, and instead of the unconscious girl who should have been on his back, there was now a long Sword Bag.

"Should I take you back? Many zombies have appeared again on the first floor." Lv Shu didn’t know what had happened, but that didn’t stop him from wanting to help.

Then, he saw the young man look at him once.

"Thank you, thank you for your kindness," Su Ming’an said, "However, you have attacked me before, and to prevent another unexpected attack next time... it’s better if you don’t follow me."

Lv Shu looked somewhat bewildered at him.

Watching as the young man’s figure gradually moved away, he suddenly noticed the barrage that he hadn’t paid attention to until now, which was flooding like crazy.

Lv Shu’s heart suddenly surged with astonishment; he looked up abruptly at the figure disappearing into the shadows, seeing that seemingly particularly heavy Sword Bag.

He suddenly remembered what the barrage had once told him about the young man’s "boastful claims".

The words from that recorded clip, he still remembered them.

[—If everyone is a lost ship in the ocean, I hope... I can be their compass, the person under the central spotlight

—and the forever steady Lighthouse.]

Watching the figure that gradually vanished into the darkness, Lv Shu pondered these words over and over.

Then, his eyes sparkled with an extra glow.