Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 203, Section 034: New Life
"Boom——"

Ander's body slammed into the half-rotten machinery, the metal digging into his back and causing pain.

Jin Ziyue withdrew his fists and feet and stood still.

After taking several heavy punches, Ander gave up resisting. He looked up at the ceiling, panting, his arms and legs spread out in a "big" shape.

"Where exactly did things go wrong?" Ander's eyes were lifeless; he realized that the life essence within him was almost gone.

The destiny will grow by absorbing the specific conditions of the holder, but it will also wither if the holder is incompatible with it, and eventually return to the world.

“I’m clearly right, Master… Master has so much power, but he never uses it. It’s so frustrating to watch.”

"But why is it that I have gained his power, yet am nothing at all?" Blood trickled from the corner of Ander's mouth.

He squinted, and in his confusion, he could still see a kind-faced old man with a smiling face.

That old man, who was both a teacher and a father figure, wore a well-fitting black patterned kimono and usually had a kind smile.

On the day of the accident, the old man's hunched body unleashed a power that shook the heavens and the earth, even tearing a gash in the dark clouds. The storm was reversed as a result, and Ander could only hide behind him, watching with envy that earth-shattering power.

As the black rain poured down on him, Ander realized he couldn't extinguish the fire of jealousy burning within him.

Watching those black monsters being killed one by one, with more than half of them already dead, the old man, all by himself, casually picked up muddy swords and knives, and like pulling willow branches, cut them in half with one stroke, then in four, as if strolling in a garden.

The mighty power of Heaven cannot be defied.

The old man, who resembled a god, certainly never imagined that the first person to plunge a knife into his side would be Kenjiro Ishimaru, who treated him like his own son.

"Jiansheng..."

The old man's face was a mess from the torrential rain, and his hair was soaked and disheveled from the carnage. He clutched his wound, a flicker of surprise in his eyes, which quickly faded.

"I see."

Kensei Ishimaru didn't dare look at him, hanging his head and letting the rain slide down his face, and said in a muffled voice, "Someone with such abilities shouldn't be bowing down to anyone."

The old man groaned, and as he turned around, countless more bloodstains appeared on his face. His clothes were ripped open, and crimson blood mingled with the murky black raindrops. The sky was overcast, as if it had closed its eyes.

“I will make good use of your power.” Kenjiro Ishimaru mustered his courage, raised his eyes, and looked at the old man with increasing determination. “I will carry it forward.”

The old man coughed up blood and stared at him.

Behind General Xiao Cheng, a dark swarm of assassins, like locusts, surged in like a tidal wave, but he paid no heed.

The old man suddenly grinned, blood gushing from the corner of his mouth: "If it were Jiansheng..."

Ander's heart began to pound uncontrollably, his pupils contracted involuntarily, and his nose felt a little sore.

"There's definitely no problem."

The old man was like a hedgehog, with several knife tips already protruding from his back, yet he still gave Ander a kind and benevolent smile.

Behind them, the blade light, capable of 100% instant kill, seemed to cleave everything in two, and the world gradually turned white.

The image freezes, and Ander's eyes are filled with a bloody scene.

The old man's head fell into the filthy rainwater.

This is the truth behind the assassination in the rain.

Kensei Ishimaru ceased to exist from that time onward, leaving only Ander, who was obsessed with power and empty fame.

The old man, who had devoted his entire life to the idea of ​​stopping war through martial arts, ultimately still met his demise.

Ander lay in a pool of blood, and in his dazed state, he remembered the old man's teachings.

"Those endless battles," the old man once said with a smile, "will never live to be an old ghost."

Is Master trying to say that I was wrong?

I...was wrong...ah...

Ander closed his eyes, abandoning the martial arts he had been pursuing.

……

Seeing that the situation was settled, Fu Xun stood up, clapped his hands, gritted his teeth, grabbed his dislocated arm, braced himself on the floor, and sat down hard, snapping it back into place with a crack.

"It hurts so much, young master." He smacked his lips.

Jin Ziyue remained silent. He had expended a great deal of energy in this battle. If it weren't for the [Dust Body Carbon] replenishing some of his physical strength and the fact that his injuries were relieved when he turned into dust, his current situation would probably be even worse.

"What's wrong with that girl?" Fu Xun gestured towards Qing Yise on the ground.

“They were used as tools,” Jin Ziyue said, walking towards Ander.

"I thought we were really leaving like that," Fu Xun said with some regret. "Once you're in this vortex, it seems there's no way to escape easily."

"A lot of our information may have been leaked, and things will probably get even more difficult from here on out."

“Yes,” Fu Xun said noncommittally. “But the other party is also cunning. This empty nest base leaves no trace at all, and the clues have been almost completely destroyed.”

“It’s not hard to guess. Finding the traitor she mentioned will provide clues.” Jin Ziyue glanced at Qing Yise behind him.

"Right."

Fu Xun watched as Jin Ziyue approached Ander and asked, "Is this guy the 'Chuan' from this operation?"

"Ah."

"Let's accept it. I also want to see what news [Hundred Rivers Converge into the Sea] has this time."

Jin Ziyue approached Ander, whose eyes were slightly closed.

He frowned and said, "This guy squandered all the energy of the destiny in a hundred years."

The essence of "Stopping War is the Way of Martial Arts" lies in pacifying the use of force. Ander had previously exhausted his energy by attacking wildly under the influence of "Exhausting the Army and Rushing into War," which weakened all the abilities of this decree. This is why Jin Ziyue was able to resist and counterattack.

"What the hell?" Fu Xun muttered unhappily, "Wasn't this all a waste of effort?"

Ander was still alive, but he no longer cared about them until they said they would take away his abilities.

"No, this was left by the old man." He struggled to sit up, supporting himself with his hands on the ground.

"You can kill me, but! You are not allowed to touch the old man's things! That man's life's ideals are not to be defiled by you!" He glared, venting all the anger in his chest.

Fu Xun had no idea what was wrong with him all of a sudden.

Jin Ziyue frowned slightly.

He could sense that within the man's body, the embers of his life essence were beginning to rekindle, as if countless surging energies were constantly gathering from afar, spontaneously becoming nourishment for the "Stopping War is the Way of Martial Arts".

"I don't want to compete for superior martial prowess anymore, but at least let me protect what is worth protecting." Ander stared wide-eyed, his injuries so severe that he couldn't finish a sentence and kept panting.

As if something had heard the call, it was rapidly gathering together.

The life force within the man's body began to reignite, and the scorching energy healed his injuries. His body was emitting hissing white smoke, and Ander's aura surged like never before!
"Damn it," Fu Xun cursed, "The troublesome thing is here."

"Roar!" Ander was filled with surging power, his energy flowing through his body, and he involuntarily released his power as a roar.

"I understand. I understand!" Ander exclaimed, tears streaming down his face. "To stop war is true martial arts. To have something to protect is the ultimate pursuit of martial arts, and that is why we need to stop war!"

Is this the level of master he reached?
"If it's Jiansheng, there's definitely no problem." The old man forced a smile before he died, his face kind and gentle.

Ander roared to the sky, causing the base to vibrate and tremble, while the seven-foot-tall man, with disheveled hair and clenched fists, was in tears.

[Stopping War is True Martial Arts] – The remaining two hundred years of energy are returning!
One day, Fu Qin was playing ranked matches with Jin Ziyue. The enemy team's hero, Cryo, petrified and killed Jin Ziyue, the support. Enraged, Fu Qin secured a pentakill and typed in the public chat: "Dare to petrify my wife?" The enemy team replied: "Hate...hate that this bird is startled?"

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