Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 163.033. The Curse
"So there were accomplices after all." The voice of the Cloud-Turning Hand came from the rolling dark clouds.

"That's it? You need me to step in for this kind of trash?" The young man's tone was disdainful, as if he were snorting through his nose.

He walked up to Jin Ziyue and said, "I can beat a guy like this to a pulp in no time."

The intense exertion left Jin Ziyue unable to catch his breath immediately. He merely glanced at the young man and said, "This guy is yours now. Did you bring [Iron Horse and Ice River]?"

Fu Xun glared at him and said, "Are you teaching me how to do things?"

The Cloud-Turning Hand laughed in anger: "You dare to act so arrogantly in front of me, you idiot!" Before he could finish laughing, the cloud and thunder he had gathered in his palm shot out instantly, and he shouted fiercely: "Go to hell!"

The black cloud in his palm, resembling a demon's head, roared and lunged at Fu Xun.

"If I don't show my power, you'll really think I'm Hello Kitty!" Fu Xun raised the hat in his hand, his eyes blazing, and tossed it high into the air, disappearing even faster than Jin Ziyue.

Of course, he was running in the opposite direction, chanting as he went: "[Iron Horse and Icy River] Hurry up!"

This was a set of fate words that Jin Ziyue had temporarily collected. He had taken it from Huang Mu of Ranshan Hall and did not discard it at the time, but stored it in a special container.

While the two sides were locked in combat, Jin Ziyue had already withdrawn and retreated, his eyes even colder.

The muffled sounds of battle echoed behind him, the shrinking clouds dissipated, and the LED lights that had been enveloped escaped, illuminating Jin Ziyue's path forward.

The man in the black trench coat resolutely entered, and soon, his figure blurred again in the swirling mist.

Watching Jin Ziyue walk away, Fu Xun spat and revealed an extremely arrogant grin: "So you finally thought of asking me for help, huh?"

"Hey, you're a Fate Master, right?" Although he had lost all the abilities of a Fate Master, he still had good eyesight. Turning Cloud Hand glared at him: "So young, you're just a trainee kid in the clan, aren't you? Have you even reached the required level of cultivation? You dare to show your face without any real skills, you're really wet behind the ears."

The violent palm force manifested as clouds, roaring like human heads as they lunged at Fu Xun.

"Ah." Fu Xun remained noncommittal, his eyes gleaming with fighting spirit. "I'm only two years behind that guy, and you call me a brat?" After he finished speaking, he swept his hands horizontally, and a burst of cold air suddenly erupted. The rolling cold air mixed with the billowing clouds and smoke, like a battlefield where ten thousand horses galloped. The clouds and mist were swept aside by the cold air. The cold air was thick and heavy, and when it met the clouds and smoke formed by water vapor, it naturally formed an advantage.

At the center of the collision between the two energies, one could almost hear the neighing of warhorses, the pounding of ten thousand hooves, and the incessant buzzing vibrations.

After a clash of Cloud Hands, he was shocked: "This Chai Tou's (a vulgar term) fate is exactly what I need!" He was also an experienced user of his abilities, and his opponent actually wanted to use cold air to condense his clouds into water droplets?
He discovered that this young man was no pushover; at least his use of the command phrases was quite proficient, and his internal martial arts skills were not to be underestimated.

However, this level of skill is clearly still a bit too immature.

"Trying to trick me? Keep dreaming!" he roared, and the ten-meter-tall cloud giant continued to expand outwards. His body became even more ethereal, seemingly solid yet like clouds and mist, even his legs transformed into a long trail. He grinned maliciously, "Trying to liquefy me? Let's see what you can liquefy with this size!"

Fu Xun looked up as his figure continued to rise, becoming a cloud of about twenty meters tall, blending into the surrounding environment, making it almost impossible to discern his human form.

"You seem to value your life quite a bit, are you scared?" Fu Xun sneered.

"If you have any other tricks up your sleeve, then come and try them." The Cloud-Turning Hand ignored his provocation and disappeared into the mist, never to be seen again.

Fu Xun crossed his arms and tapped his elbows rhythmically with his index fingers, becoming relaxed instead.

"I don't need any special methods, I just need to count down here." He looked up at the sky, flashing his big white teeth.

"You don't actually want to wait for me to dissipate on my own, do you?" Cloud-Turning Hand couldn't help but mock. "I have completely mastered the transformation of my physical body into clouds, and I can fully control the power of my two hundred years of destiny. I'm just here to adapt to my new body. Killing him is killing, and killing you is killing too."

"Is that so?" Upon hearing this, Fu Xun revealed an even more dangerous smile. What caught the attention of the Cloud-Turning Hand was that the boy's fingers were still tapping his elbows with a certain rhythm, always appearing confident and in control.

This made him somewhat suspicious, but he didn't want to waste time with Fu Xun like this. The thick fog in this area had already attracted the attention of the meteorological bureau and many other people. If he continued to make such a big fuss, he wouldn't get any benefit.

Just to be on the safe side, let's withdraw.

Having made up his mind, he slowly levitated with his Cloud-Turning Hand, intending to solidify it in a place where Fu Xun could not detect it.

But he was suddenly horrified to discover that his body could not go back!
"Ah!" In a panic, Fan Yun Shou let out a miserable scream.

"Oh, it seems you've found out." Fu Xun showed a pitying expression, wanting to laugh but trying his best to restrain himself.

The Cloud-Turning Hand cried out, "Why! How could this be!"

He didn't explain the situation, but Fu Xun estimated the time and guessed it pretty much.

"You just said that you have completely mastered the power of destiny that has lasted for two hundred years, right?" Fu Xun's voice was tinged with schadenfreude.

The cloud-flipping hand was quick-witted, and instantly realized something: "The legend of the Fate Master... is it true? The Fate Word can backfire?"

"Hmph." Fu Xun said dismissively, "When the power of destiny is brought to its extreme, it is not a force that you can control. What the old folks say is never an exaggeration."

The Cloud-Turning Hand technique had lost its power to produce sound.

Seeing that he did not respond, Fu Xun roughly guessed his situation and said, "A destiny that is over a hundred years old is inherently powerful. You are still courting death by trying to control a destiny that is over a hundred years old?"

"Want me to tell you about your next symptoms?" Fu Xun gave an innocent smile, walked to the vending machine in the dark, inserted coins, took out a bottle of charcoal-roasted oolong tea, and moistened his throat.

"First, you will lose control of your body. This is the fate word taking over your body. Then, your consciousness will be slowly erased by the fate word. Because at the level of external incarnation, your consciousness is no longer sufficient to support the strength of the fate word for a hundred years. What the fate word needs is a vessel that can nurture its growth. You have been incarnated as external objects for too long. They will question your physical body and think that you can no longer serve as a vessel to contain it."
"Third, you have the blood of a Fate Chaser flowing through your veins, a curse you can never escape."

Fu Xun did not explain in detail, letting the Cloud-Turning Hand silently disappear into the thick fog.

The relationship between the Fate Master and the Fate Word is always one of constant conflict. When the Fate Master is powerful, he can control the Fate Word, but when the Fate Word is powerful, it can also devour the Fate Master.

It's just that the current masters of destiny all follow the teachings of their ancestors, and very few people dare to defy the world and seize the destiny words that are over a hundred years old.

That's why that man became the common enemy of all Fate Masters in the world; he carried the curse of the entire Fate Master race on his shoulders.

In Fu Xun's mind, Jin Ziyue's tall and straight figure blended into the noisy world.

The second update is here!
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