Chapter 980
Chapter 980 - 966 Demon Sword
1,505 words
•
8 min read
"How is this possible? There is such a big gap in strength; how can I be suppressed by just a sword... Wait, what sword is this?"
If someone had said yesterday that a single taboo item could bridge the chasm between Decree-level and Rule-level, imposing limitations on oneself, Zhao Yan would have just laughed.
"Ah, yes, yes, yes, why not give it a try?"
In the world of professionals, the idea that equipment determines one’s power is not uncommon. Powerful taboo items can not only shape a high-end professional, but they can even lead a professional to forge their own career system around them.
But there are limits. To think that merely with a Quasi-rule or Rule-level weapon one could challenge someone of a higher class is wishful thinking... To a genuine Rule strongman, the more such high-level equipment offered freely, the better...
Yet now, this counterintuitive scene was unfolding right before his eyes!
"How is this possible, I can’t even control my own blood..."
Zhao Yan, who was spitting blood profusely, was in utter disbelief, doubting that his blood control ability had regressed to that of an apprentice.
And even more inconceivably, he was facing a "mentor."
At this moment, this Exotic Race alien, who seemed to have no connection with the Path of Blood, was skillfully using the homogenous "Blood Mist" ability!
As he tried to draw the surrounding sea of blood to form his own Blood Blade and Blood Shield... the control was snatched away! His own power had become the blade of his opponent!
"...It makes no sense, no sense at all. Even if this sword has such capabilities, you shouldn’t be able to use it so skillfully..."
Ability is one thing, knowledge is another, and mastery of a skill takes time and experience to polish... An ordinary person who gets a rifle can’t become an expert marksman instantaneously. Something is definitely off.
At this moment, the calm Damu, surrounded by a boiling sea of blood, seemed to be operated by a high-level professional of the same Path.
The blood served as both shield and weapon, and the spiraling whirlpools of blood became an unparalleled weapon, excellent in both attack and defense.
And what Zhao Yan couldn’t fathom was the unbelievable "control power" being exhibited.
Every drop of blood had its own shape.
Every mass of blood had its own will.
It was as if countless invisible hands were demonstrating a "bloodline" control power that could crush Zhao Yan, a fellow bloodline user.
Confronting a superior existence was certainly very uncomfortable...
"That is your Doomsday... It is your Arch Enemy, your Fate; you are doomed to die by its hand. Listen, it is eager to draw your blood, your life force..."
The hoarse voice was laced with unmistakable hatred, but those unfocused twin eyes seemed to no longer see the enemy clearly.
Damu’s eyes had completely reddened, and his hair had turned utterly white.
A chill emanated from inside out; the "Freezing Blood" kept him from being devoured by the opponent but at the same time, it harmed him as well.
And to completely sever his enemy’s chances of survival, to prevent his foe from obtaining the key from his dead body, Damu even refused the "antidote" kindly offered by Mr. An Nan.
But at this moment, these words filled with hatred were not solely his own will...
[Hate’s Last Word (Two-handed Heavy Sword), a Taboo Relic, Rating: Quasi-rule level.]
[Hate’s Bearer, formerly Liu Daoxi, was once an ordinary police officer, until his station was massacred, and he witnessed firsthand the power of cultists and the fragility of life... Three years later, he reemerged not as the justice-filled prodigious officer but as a pure Blood Feast criminal. He was a walking corpse who had joined the organization that eradicated his colleagues and friends, abandoning all he had.]
[But ultimately, it seems he met his fated end; in a foreign land, he was put down by another young officer...]
[Hate’s Bearer: Can anyone tell me, was I wrong? Or is this world wrong? Perhaps neither of us is, it’s just that I was not lucky enough...]
Even the creator of the sword would sigh upon reading this description.
Perhaps, that little police badge was the root cause of his final mental breakdown, and why he didn’t fight to the death.
Perhaps this was his moment against the wind, and if he could overcome it, he could even step into the Rule-level or higher.
Unfortunately, he did not make it; instead, he contributed to this weapon’s Quasi-rule rating...
[Feature 1: Resentful-Spirit of the Blood Feast (Quasi-rule level), when encountering professionals of the Blood Feast or similar Paths, it will actively awaken a Quasi-rule level Resentful-Spirit, capable of using most of the Blood Feast’s high-path abilities, and possesses extremely high Blood Elemental Priority Control in similar confrontations.]
[When in the "Resentful-Spirit" state, this sword significantly increases the damage to specific professionals, with effects like ’sure hit,’ ’illusion,’ and ’blood plunder.’ This effect strengthens with the target’s increase in ’total Life number.’]
Just the first feature alone is enough to show that "Dao Zhong’s" most despised individuals are still those of "his own kind."
And now, the red glow on the sword is the effect of the Resentful-Spirit being fully activated.
As a sword’s ability, it will also increase with the opponent’s "total Life number (the amount of Life consumed by the Blood Feast)"... meaning, the stronger the professionals of the Blood Feast or blood-drawing life system, the more dangerous the sword becomes.
His current opponent is Zhao Yan, a "Glutton" who surpasses many old stagers of the Rule-level Blood Feast, and the power of this sword has likely been activated to its limit.
It can easily knock him out of his vapor state and inflict a heavy wound with one strike, even Damu, who’s controlling it, probably did not expect such an excellent effect.
The other side of the power of Taboo items is their side effects... however, the side effects of this sword leave Lu Ping’an feeling subtle.
[Side Effect 1, Fear of Law Enforcement (Quasi-rule level): The holder will inexplicably feel a strong unease towards policemen, security officers, and other guardians of Order, and this fear correlates directly with the holder’s ’guilt’ and the duration for which this sword is used.]
In a way, maybe Dao Zhong did not pass away in peace... at least, his fear had been deeply buried within the third gold coin and hence into this Demon Sword.
[Note: If the holder is a police officer or a similar professional, this trait will not be activated.]
All in all, this sword is indeed cowardly enough.
But when it faces its natural nemesis, it is terrifyingly powerful.
"...Impossible, absolutely impossible..."
Sun Yi is dead, and Zhao Yan, who is actually slightly weaker, has long reached the end of his rope.
In the final frenzy, the "Poisonous Blood" he took may not be as much as Sun Yi’s, but it is definitely a fatal dose.
Now, he is facing his arch enemy... every one of his attacks is seen through, and every release of his Blood Elemental is turned into a Sharp Blade against him.
He hasn’t given up; he is still struggling to survive.
"...Such a powerful Weapon must come with a hefty price, it’s not something that a Decree-level weaker person can casually use, his hair is visibly turning white, this Lion Man is losing his Life Force!"
Zhao Yan is still holding on; he wants to see who will die first.
In fact, his guess is not wrong—the high-end items of the Life system often destroy the user before the enemy.
[Feature 2: Dao Zhong’s Regret (Quasi-rule level)...]
[Side Effect 2: The Resentment of the Dead (Quasi-rule level): The Resentful-Spirit in the sword resents every living person; any living being holding the Demon Sword will bleed incessantly once injured and their physical strength will rapidly deplete. With increased usage time, they will begin to rapidly lose Life Force (shortened lifespan).]
Clearly, this is a sword that wants its wielder to accompany it into the depths, a Demon Sword filled only with malice.
"Go to hell! For my tribe, for my children, for our past and our future..."
"What a mess of reasons; the weaker are meant to become bread for the strong, you should have died long ago..."
The two are entangled together, both of them gravely injured and fighting each other in an ugly struggle.
What they long for, perhaps, is merely the other’s death before their own.
Meanwhile, someone who has just squandered a Quasi-rule level "third gold coin" somewhere is playing with a newly acquired Rule-level "third gold coin."
"Why not turn Dao Zhong’s third gold coin into a Spirit Ghost? Heh, one Spirit Ghost of the same kind is sufficient; there are better choices, why waste it on him?"
— End of Chapter 980 —