Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 240, Section 031: The Five Strong Warriors
As soon as the words "The cuckoo cries blood" were spoken, the five golden-armored warriors moved and mechanically took a step forward.

The way they moved was like a machine restarting, gradually getting back into operation from its stiff and old gears, overcoming the initial discomfort, and slowly increasing their pace, like a tiger pouncing more and more fiercely.

From left to right, they wielded a double-edged, patterned axe; a tiger-head gilded broadsword; a steel spear with a red tassel; a four-eyed barbarian king's hammer; and a dragon-scale mixed mace. These five men exuded a chilling aura, their every move containing immense, unparalleled strength.

Jin Ziyue's expression was solemn. He was good at agility, but he was no match for a single person with strength alone. The sword attendants were also good at swordsmanship rather than brute force. It was okay against one person, but the danger increased sharply when they had to deal with so many people at once.

The first to plummet like a rocket was the axe-wielder, who swung his double-edged giant axe high into the air and then slammed it down on Jin Ziyue's head as he fell.

Jin Ziyue retreated, unable to retaliate in time. The red tassel flashed, and the tip of the steel spear seemed to ignore time and space, reaching his throat in the blink of an eye. The opponent had actually thrown the weapon directly by force.

Seeing the menacing spear tip, Jin Ziyue gritted his teeth and took a deep breath, suppressing his downward momentum. He twisted his neck and spun around to narrowly avoid the spear tip, but the dissipated energy still left a bloody mark on his neck.

"Watch out!" San Shui exclaimed in alarm.

Jin Ziyue dared not let his feet touch the ground, leaping up like a swallow. In his haste, he jumped into the sky, barely managing to dodge the incoming heavy hammer. As he looked down, the fierce eyes of the Four-Eyed Barbarian King Hammer met his gaze.

The heavy hammer stirred up a violent airflow, and the other hammer head was already approaching step by step. Jin Ziyue blocked with his sword, but before he landed, he had no footing and was swept away like a fallen leaf by the autumn wind. He groaned and flew to the side.

"Jin!" Sanshui called out anxiously, turning her head to command her guardian spirit, her small face full of murderous intent: "Sword Attendant, Five Oars Strike, Sweep!"

The guardian spirit's crystalline eyes lit up, and the sword in its hand became increasingly eerie. Despite the imposing presence of the other two burly men, the slender blade moved like autumn waves skimming the water, creating indistinct ripples in the surrounding airflow. Even the sword shadows distorted in the attack. As the sword attendant swept out, the entire airspace resembled an otherworldly ink painting. The combination of sharp sword energy and superb skill formed a unique attack sword screen.

At the same time, attacks from two other burly men also arrived.

A tiger-head gilded broadsword hovered above his head, the opponent holding the hilt with both hands, his arms swung straight, his muscles bulging, like a fierce tiger descending the mountain. Another burly man holding a dragon-scale mixed mace was like beating a drum, one mace about to strike, the second already raised. Once the attack started, it was like a storm, giving no chance to breathe.

The shimmering sword energy and the two heavy weapons clashed together without warning.

"Buzz—Bang!"

The swordswoman's longsword snapped in two, and she herself was forced back by the two burly men in golden armor. As she was thrown away, her dress fluttered, her long black hair came sparse, and she rolled several times on the ground.

"Sword Attendant!" San Shui Lin Xin regretted her impulsive actions and looked at the guardian spirit who was supporting her as she stood up with heartache.

While they were busy dealing with the situation, the owner of the green steel red tassel spear used a spell to drive the spear back.

Jin Ziyue's panting came from afar.

Blood seeped from his forehead, his eyelids were bloodshot, and his energy hadn't been replenished in time, causing him to breathe rapidly. His arms trembled from the powerful impact, forcing him to switch to a two-handed grip on the knife.

The opponent's guardian spirit, though merely a combination of destiny and soul, was able to unleash a brute-force amplification effect. Jin Ziyue's injury wasn't actually caused by this brute force or weapon, but rather because he was "informed" through his vision and touch that a weapon would harm him, and this belated awareness manifested as a physical injury within his consciousness.

Damage to the soul will gradually be reflected in the body. Once the soul perishes in this state, the body will also die.

Humans themselves cannot actually access the soul.

Based on the rumor of "the cuckoo crying blood," he could roughly guess how formidable the five strong men were.

Five Ding Warriors.

They were by no means unknown; on the contrary, they were legendary figures.

They had different expressions, some with full beards and others bald, their cheeks full of hard lines, their eyes white and lacking any spirit.

Even so, they were still formidable warriors, capable of splitting mountains and carving through roads. Any one of them, in their time, would have been a fierce general who could hold off ten thousand men on the Shu Road.

With all five of them present today, Jin Ziyue and Yu Jianshi were immediately at a disadvantage.

A black figure flashed in.

The other men didn't give Jin Ziyue any breathing room at all. They raised their weapons, swung their double-edged axes around, creating a gust of bloody wind, and smashed them down on Jin Ziyue.

However, Jin Ziyue, who was prepared, was as light as a swallow and dodged the opponent's brute force axe with a turn and change of direction. Having become familiar with the opponent's attack rhythm, Jin Ziyue did not attack rashly, but held back seven-tenths of his strength, ready to deal with the next attack at any time.

The red-tasseled spearman holds the spear with both hands, swirling like a poisonous dragon, the spearhead swaying uncertainly, concealed yet ready to strike.

Another burly man with twin hammers, his eyes red and face blazing, wielded his massive hammers with incredible force, his destructive power astonishing. The Barbarian King's Hammer was heavy yet indestructible, always ready to return to its original form, making Jin Ziyue extremely wary.

To deal with these types of opponents who rely on brute force, the only way is to maneuver and move around. Just as Jin Ziyue was waiting for his opponent to exhaust their moves before striking, his longsword was barely raised when the steel spear clashed and thrust straight at him, a cold glint of light aimed at his very soul!
Jin Ziyue frowned slightly, took a few steps back, and his thoughts gradually shifted.

The union of destiny and soul is not a physical object in essence. Treating it as conventional close combat is like using brute force, which one is not good at, to fight against a meticulously crafted monstrous warrior—it's exhausting and thankless.

In essence, it's nothing more than a kind of sorcery.

Although this is a rather tricky spell, the combination of soul power and destiny allows the soul's power to be projected outward. In other words, those extraordinary feats such as flying, escaping, breathing fire, and freezing ice, which seem to be illusions of soul power, are no different from being truly harmed by these strange abilities once they damage the soul.

While Jin Ziyue moved among the five ethereal spirits to cover the recovery of the sword attendant, he glanced at [Dujuan Tixue], who was eyeing him menacingly from behind.

The other side watched their fight with great interest, but made no move to intervene.

"You're not all that capable, are you?" it provocatively said. "If you don't show some skill soon, you might get killed by my servants."

Judging from the other party's tone, it seemed they were trying to entice Jin Ziyue to use some kind of ability. His intuition told him that the other party's words were aimed at Sanshui Linxin.

He looked uneasily toward the Spirit Ascension Array. The girl's face was pale, and she was gritting her teeth to withstand the high energy consumption brought by the Sword Master.

Jin Ziyue acted decisively, first using his trump card. 03
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