Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 162.032. Strong Hand
Jin Ziyue dodged to find cover, and in the instant he disappeared into the night, the bullet flew diagonally and struck the woman squarely in the forehead.

Sui Mei remained expressionless, letting the wound on her forehead slowly heal.

"My true form is in a dream; you can't kill me."

If we get stuck here, we'll probably be playing right into their hands.

"As for Haruko, I've completely taken over her dreams." The woman continued to pressure her with words, "It's no use you going back. She can attract souls, and she can be kidnapped by souls. I've already taken control of her dreams."

Before she could finish speaking, Jin Ziyue had already rushed close to her, the silver dagger in his hand slicing open her throat.

Sui Mei murmured to herself, "Only by casting aside our boring bodies and breaking free from the shackles of the mundane world can we be together forever."

"Madman!" Jin Ziyue's attack failed, and the two less intelligent puppets behind him discovered him again, so he could only hide away in resentment.

"Your mission is over. I'll take care of this guy." Not long after, the voice of the Cloud-Turning Hand echoed from behind.

He looked relaxed, carrying the unconscious girl in the blue cheongsam on his shoulder.

His sleeves were stained with blood.

The hand that held the Cloud-Turning Hand gripped a massive heart, the severed blood vessels still slowly oozing blood with a faint rhythm.

Thirteen Orphans is dead.

Fan Yun Shou felt a chill run down his spine just thinking about his face.

Before he died, his eyes remained calm. He looked at the unconscious Qing Yise and said, "She's still young. If she wants to kill me, she should."

With a forceful squeeze, he clenched his spoils.

Despite the excruciating pain, Thirteen Yao's face contorted in agony before relaxing again: "I consulted a divination with my own heart, and it said you would die."

Having said that, this body could no longer contain [Heartbreak Blessing], letting its fate wander the world. The ability that used heartbreak as its justification ultimately cost the user nothing but their own heartbreak.

"What an utterly disgusting way to ask for divination," Fanyun said unhappily.

……

He glanced at Jin Ziyue, grabbed Qing Yilu's face, patted her cheek, and said, "I don't want to kill you right now, but I have a good idea. What do you think about us joining forces to cast a Fate Spell? It would be the first time that an Otherworlder and a Fate Master would work together on the same stage, right?"

Tears welled in Qing Yise's eyes; the death of Shisanyao seemed to be right before her eyes. This inhuman monster, pinching her chin and speaking mockingly, made her feel immensely humiliated.

"kill me."

Jin Ziyue drew his gun and fired at Qing Yise.

The bullet was blocked by two black puppets working together. The murky mist neutralized the bullet's force, and the remaining force was swept away by the Cloud-Turning Hand. The bullet struck the marble ground with a clanging sound.

"Since that's the case, then I don't need to hold back any sentimentality," said the Cloud-Turning Hand with considerable regret.

His body was shrouded in black smoke, which enveloped the blue-green figure.

Jin Ziyue could hear the screams of the girl in the cheongsam, as well as the changes in their names.

【Turning Hands to Create Clouds】is frantically devouring the energy of 【Turning Hands to Create Rain】. The fate of 【Turning Hands to Create Rain】 seems to be struggling silently, but it quickly dissipates all its power in the black mist, eventually returning to the most basic ten divine attributes and disappearing into the air.

Having lost the life-saving oath that had sustained him for twenty years, Qing Yise was extremely weak, suffering from chest pains, and fell into a coma.

The energy of "Turning Hands to Make Rain" was completely absorbed, and together with the energy it had previously devoured, it directly elevated "Turning Hands to Make Clouds" to a level of two hundred years.

Generally, the Word of Destiny consumes the Word of Destiny, not through a host, but the White Walkers are an exception. The White Walkers' energy source is the Word of Destiny, and the core reason they eat flesh and blood is still to devour the Word of Destiny energy contained within the flesh and blood.

The two energies of the command gradually merged, and the face of the Cloud-Turning Hand became increasingly ferocious, with his eyes turning crimson.

"Those old charlatans have been deceiving us for so long!" He realized the enormous benefits brought by the breakthrough of his life essence to two hundred years. It was laughable that those life masters were still trembling with fear, worried that a life essence that had exceeded two hundred years would devour its master.

Jin Ziyue silently switched back to the light blade, held the knife in both hands, and held his breath in concentration.

Feeling the surging power within him, Fan Yun Shou said, "Now I understand why you pursue a destiny that lasts for over a hundred years. It is indeed a power that inspires envy."

He could clearly sense that Jin Ziyue's [Eagle Body Carbon Qi] was a century-old destiny phrase that was considered taboo by those who controlled destiny. His excessive strength was simply due to the power of the destiny phrase.

“Short-sighted people are only obsessed with power itself,” Jin Ziyue said.

With a chuckle, Fan Yun slowly approached, looking down at Jin Ziyue with an air of superiority: "Boy, if it were yesterday, you might have had the ability to kill me; but today, you're not qualified."

His entire body had transformed into clouds and mist, a dark mass slowly rising. In the already misty streets of Honhara Town, a giant figure could be vaguely seen, rising slowly to nearly ten meters high. The voice of the Cloud-Turning Hand was faint: "Only by breaking through the limitations of humanity can these top-level abilities be used. Those old-fashioned guys were wrong. The old rules of the Fate Masters were wrong!"

He raised his arm, his fist level with the height of the three-story building, and then slammed it down!
puff--

Dust billowed and swirled in the clouds, engulfing all figures and buildings.

Sui Mei remained expressionless, letting the rising smoke engulf her.

Where clouds and mist shroud, the Cloud-Turning Hand can completely devour the host's life essence. Having mastered the [Cloud-Turning Hand] technique for over two hundred years, it has already achieved a preliminary mastery of supernatural powers beyond human imagination.

Jin Ziyue dodged the attack in a flash, moving at high speed through the square low-rise housing area.

"You can't escape! The clouds in this area are my eyes." The voice of the Cloud-Turning Hand was as loud as a bell, and two lantern-sized eyes could be vaguely seen in the humanoid cloud, flashing with a ghostly red light.

As Jin Ziyue ran, he paid attention to the terrain, constantly shifting his position to dodge the opponent's attacks. The gentle, flowing clouds also limited the speed of his Cloud-Turning Hand. As the giant humanoid cloud took its steps, it allowed Jin Ziyue to extend the distance countless times.

Since the speed isn't increasing, we'll use a jet of air.

The cloud giant raised both palms and released his energy, causing countless cloud clusters to shoot out and explode on the left and right sides.

It was as if Jin Ziyue had eyes in the back of his head. He clearly stepped to the left, but after the Cloud Thunder of the Cloud Turning Hand exploded, he shifted his center of gravity, pulled back his leg, and kicked off, flying forward.

"You little flea! I'll break your legs sooner or later." Fanyunshou was slightly annoyed.

Suddenly, Jin Ziyue stopped by the wooden bridge, stood still, and his trench coat, which was still caught off guard, billowed forward. The collar rose up and, in its trembling motion, covered half of his crying face, leaving a strange smile staring at Fan Yun Shou.

This is a temporary wooden bridge built for construction purposes. Bamboo poles support the bridge frame, and simple wooden planks are laid on it to allow cement trucks to pass through.

"Hmm? Not running away anymore?" Although Fan Yunshou's tone was relaxed, he was still an old hand and secretly kept a trick up his sleeve, quietly accumulating cloud thunder in his palm.

"Tuk, duh."

On the other side of the bridge, high-top boots were stepping on the wooden planks.

Following the sound, Fan Yun Shou saw a young man wearing a round hat that obscured his face, but his lips curled into a strange smile.

Here's the first update! I don't have many drafts saved up, so I'm only posting three updates on the first day. Please forgive me.

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