novelraw Chapter 472 Is this reasonable?
Chapter 472 Is this reasonable?
Xu Si quickly learned about the new tricks that Chun Shuo used to persuade him to stay.
It's not a sword duel, nor is it about suppressing special abilities; it's the purest and most primal illusionary experience.
An eighth-level semi-spirit-type weirdo—this was practically her specialty.
The grayish-white void around Xu Si collapsed rapidly, like a shattered mirror, with fragments flying in all directions.
Each fragment reflects a segment of his life, like a retrospective of reality or a snippet of memory.
The laughter with his sister at the amusement park before the apocalypse, the despair of the blood-red sun on the day of awakening, the trembling in his heart when he first killed the monster, and the moment Jiao Jiao closed her eyes in his arms.
The fragments continued to shatter, from one piece into millions of pieces, and millions of pieces into countless dust particles, eventually transforming into a boundless, pure white void.
Then, those voids recombine and are reviewed, just like peeling back the layers of Xu Si's cocoon.
Xu Si stood there, realizing he was completely naked, without any sequence energy, any strange objects, or anything to rely on.
He seemed to have reverted to being the ordinary teenager he was before the apocalypse.
Xu Si looked down at his outstretched hands.
Those were hands without calluses or scars, as clean as if they had never been touched by dust.
"Are you afraid?" Wanliuchun's voice came from the void, without direction, yet omnipresent.
"I'm afraid," he answered honestly.
Even though he knew it was fake, an illusion, his body couldn't deceive itself.
He began to understand the despair Mei Lin felt before her death.
"Being afraid is the right thing to do."
As soon as the voice pleading for spring faded, something materialized from nothingness.
It wasn't the slender, silvery-white figure of the Sword Demon, but a pure, formless darkness, like the essence of the Black Building that had melted away.
Darkness slowly expanded before Xu Si, like an egg that was hatching.
The eggshell cracked open, and something emerged from it.
It was Xu Si himself.
The same face, the same figure, the same nakedness.
The only difference was that there was no crimson in those eyes, only two bottomless dark circles.
"Kill him, and it will all be over." Wan Liuchun's voice was light and airy.
Killing oneself?
What kind of standard trope is this?
The dark form of "Xu Si" gave him no time to think.
The moment those unfathomable eyes locked onto him, they were already upon him.
Without sequence energy or the blessing of magical artifacts, it was a pure, instinctive battle.
Xu Si's body reacted instantly—he turned to the side, slid, and threw a right punch from his waist with an almost instinctive ferocity.
After fighting the Sword Demon for three days, his combat instincts had been fully honed.
The fist pierced through the dark form's face, but it felt like it had struck a cloud of smoke.
There is no point of force, no feedback, and no tactile sensation.
Xu Si's pupils suddenly contracted.
He pulled back his fist, but the dark form no longer gave him a chance to create distance.
A jet-black ball of light in his palm was about to blast towards Xu Si's face at a tricky angle.
This thing can actually produce a "starburst"?
Wouldn't that be a one-to-one copy?
Having to bear the consequences of one's own actions is truly a difficult feeling.
Xu Si didn't have time to think. His body instinctively leaned back, and the dark ball of light grazed past the tip of his nose and exploded three inches behind him.
There was no sound, no shockwave, only pure darkness spreading outward from the center of the explosion, like ink dripping into clear water, swallowing up the pure white void wherever it passed.
Xu Si recalled that feeling; it was being devoured, it was being annihilated.
Starlink Leap
The body instinctively made a choice, escaping the area the instant darkness engulfed it.
Xu Si's back broke out in a fine layer of cold sweat.
This is not just a copy, but a perfect replication of all his combat skills, combat instincts, and even habitual flaws in combat.
The dark form of "Xu Si" was extremely aggressive, giving him no chance to breathe.
The first strike missed, but the second followed immediately, the movements flowing even more smoothly than Xu Si himself, as if this was how this fighting style was supposed to be.
His right fist lashed out again, this time not as a feint, but a solid blow to Xu Si's chest.
Xu Si felt as if something had passed right through his body during that punch.
Is it the force of a punch?
At this moment, a ball of pitch-black energy swirled around Xu Si's chest.
It wasn't the force of a punch, it was "dark starlight".
The dark energy in his chest did not dissipate; instead, it slowly writhed like a living thing, spreading outwards along his chest cavity.
There was no pain.
There was no burning.
The most bizarre thing is that there wasn't even any unusual feeling.
Xu Si looked down at the slowly expanding darkness, his star-like pupils slightly contracting.
He wasn't immune to injury.
From the first day of the apocalypse until now, he has suffered countless injuries, both major and minor. He has been torn apart, pierced, burned, and electrocuted. Each kind of pain has its own unique texture.
But the attack launched by this "self" did not feel like pain; instead, it felt like disappearance or contamination.
Perceived pollution.
Where that darkness passed, the senses of skin, muscles, and bones were being peeled away layer by layer, like pencil marks being erased, silently and irreversibly.
Why doesn't he know this trick?
Is this reasonable?
Fortunately, the area affected by the darkness was not large, only half of his chest cavity, so it did not restrict his movements too much.
If that punch had landed on his limbs, Xu Si dared not imagine the effect.
Moreover, Xu Si doesn't have much time left. If he delays any longer, those 'dark starlight' will spread to his limbs and bones.
The situation is getting tricky.
However, it was precisely at this moment that Xu Si did not rush to attack.
This is the fighting instinct he has learned in the past few days—calmness.
The more passive the situation, the more necessary it is to remain calm.
He tried to detach his consciousness from the contaminated surface perception.
But it didn't have any effect.
Clearly, the question posed to retain Chun is not so simple.
What tricks does he have left?
While dealing with the relentless attacks from the Dark Xu Si, Xu Si also managed to retreat with ease while devising a countermeasure.
He suddenly wondered how Dark Xu Si had managed to unleash that attack.
If he can do it, there's no reason why he can't.
The dark form of "Xu Si" closed in once again.
This time, he didn't use his fist, but instead spread his five fingers and faced Xu Si's face.
The jet-black orbs of light rapidly formed in his palm—not one, but three, arranged in a triangular pattern, completely blocking all of Xu Si's angles of evasion.
This was another move that Xu Si didn't know.
Xu Si did not back down; he chose to take the hit head-on.
The first black ball struck his left arm.
There was no explosion, no impact, only a strange "sucking" sensation, as if something was seeping into the Starshine Armor.
At the same time, sensation in my left arm is slowly fading.
The second and third bullets followed closely behind, all hitting Xu Si's left shoulder.
The dark energy also seeped into his body, but it formed a strange balance with his star power, and the perception of contamination seemed to be suppressed.
Xu Si frowned; he understood a little.