Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 299.029. Breaking the Army
"Who are you?" Jin Ziyue was wary of the other party's sudden attack, so he simply pressed down on the severed part of his left hand and stared at the other party.

"My name is Kamiizumi Katsuhiko, and I have come here to take your life."

The man walked leisurely, a sea breeze blowing from his left, which swept his hair to the right, partially obscuring his clear eyes.

Katsuhiko Kamizumi?

Jin Ziyue's pupils dilated slightly.

The first Sword Saint in the history of District 16?

Why would a dream simulate an opponent of this caliber?
Or did he really come?
Shangquan stared at Jin Ziyue's face, which was sharply defined with a resolute gaze, bearing a seventy percent resemblance to the man's angry expression.

“You look a lot like that person, but he harbors a lion in his heart, while you have a dragon in yours.”

"Where's Lao Jin?" Jin Ziyue asked.

Katsuhiko Kamiizumi said slowly, "That man was your father, wasn't he? He has already fallen to my blade. However, before he died, he asked me to entrust him with a message."

After speaking, Katsuhiko Kamiizumi's expression was somewhat complicated.

Upon hearing the devastating news, Jin Ziyue's body trembled uncontrollably.

"He said--"

……

hours ago.

With a sudden loud bang, the bluestone slab shattered into pieces and was lifted several feet high.

The willow tree leaned to one side, its break clean; the house collapsed, and wood chips flew everywhere.

Jin Junlai moved quickly, nimbly navigating the rooftops.

Behind him, Katsuhiko Kamiizumi leaped up, overlapping with the crescent moon. In that instant of interplay of light and shadow, he was magnified before Jin Junlai's eyes.

"New Yin Flow - Rongfa!"

The burst of sword energy was over five meters long, shattering the glass tiles with a crackling sound. Jin Junlai glared angrily and roared, his command "Sound the retreat" transforming into a life force. His entire body, made of refined iron and red steel, clanged and rang under the intense sword energy.

Even if he were transformed into metal, Jin Junlai would still feel the pain.

The opponent's swordsmanship was unparalleled, containing boundless sword intent, similar to destiny, capable of cutting through metal as easily as digging mud. Fortunately, he could not sever it in one strike. Jin Junlai covered the metal gap and recast it with gold water to reshape flesh and blood.

The halberd whistled through the air, swung around once, and clashed fiercely with the longsword. Both weapons sensed their master's fighting spirit, and their life forces clashed head-on, sparks flying everywhere.

Jin Junlai shouted, instantly switching his command phrase to "Wind and Words." A gust of wind howled, lifting a roof of tiles, and surged from behind Jin Junlai, clattering and colliding: "Wind God, help me!"

The Fan Family Secret Technique of Xun Wood – Riding the Wind!

Seeing his body being propelled into the sky by the raging wind, like a catapult fully charged, his words switched again in mid-air!

In an instant, the orange-red flames obscured the bright moon, and a fireball spun and expanded, like a swirling cloak.

Fire horoscope - [Chongming Jiyan]!
The Zhang family's ultimate technique—the Flame-Dispelling Spell!

In an instant, the fireball, like a boiling soup, bubbled out more sparks, surrounding the huge fireball at its core like stars around the moon!
"Great—Flame—Sun—Heaven!"

Jin Junlai raised his hands to the sky, and the enormous ball of fire, like a miniature sun, slowly sank to earth.

People within a ten-kilometer radius were horrified, seeing only the sky brightly lit.

Kamiizumi Katsuhiko's eyes lit up, and he shouted, "Come on!"

The ground beneath his feet shattered like a spiderweb, and red light shone on his face. His sword-wielding hand remained steady, as if it were no different from the countless times he had swung his sword before.

Those are actions etched into the bones and imprinted on the soul.

Draw your sword! Draw your sword! Draw your sword!

Clang—Clang—Clang—

His movements were performed only once, yet it was as if he had demonstrated them a million times. In just a fleeting moment of light and shadow, one could see the trajectory of tens of thousands of overlapping blades, from densely packed to becoming one, the most powerful slash!
"New Yin Style: The Unparalleled Sword"!
whoosh-

The autumn waves rippled, and all was quiet.

The enormous fireball was forcibly excavated, creating a gap. The surging flames at its front didn't even have time to heal before being extinguished by the man's ruthless sword intent.

Just as the fireball split in two, a ray of light burst forth from it.

Jin Junlai swooped down at high speed, shaking the mountains and rivers. The earth elemental inscription "Thousands of Ravines" combined with gravity, carving red iron streaks all over his body. Even the Qingping Halberd gleamed brightly from the sonic boom and friction!
Fire-attribute flames spearheaded the way, followed by towering blue waters. They strode through the wind and generated thunder, wielding golden blades, as if a god had descended upon the world!

This strike splits mountains and cleaves seas, deciding the outcome of the battle!
Katsuhiko Kamiizumi felt a chill run down his spine and couldn't help but take a deep breath, his blood boiling!

That's fantastic! That's exactly the kind of opponent I've been looking for!

"I will do everything in my power to express my respect for you!"

His hand rested on the sword, and in an instant, his expression softened. Even in this life-or-death moment, he could completely forget himself and immerse himself in the communication between the sword and himself.

【Deep Affection for the Old Sword】The sword rustles softly, like a gentle woman walking hand in hand with him.

"You've also sensed the strength of your opponent? You're actually happy for me." Katsuhiko Kamiizumi's eyes were gentle.

One man, one sword, and the same thoughts.

"In that case, let's go!"

Katsuhiko Kamiizumi's eyes shone brightly; his words were directed at the tachi. Strangely, he seemed to shed his aged demeanor, his spirit and energy instantly reaching their peak, as if time had reversed, the years had evaporated, and the moment he wielded the sword, he was a spirited young man surveying the world!

Jin Junlai roared angrily and descended from the sky in three or four breaths. This move was a desperate, life-or-death attack!

A white light engulfed Katsuhiko Kamiizumi.

Amidst the light, the Sword Saint's voice resounded through the heavens—

"New Yin Style - Mysterious One-Sword - Inevitable Victory Sword!"

Water stretches across the sky, and thunder roars and tears.

Jin Junlai felt that unparalleled sharpness, capable of piercing mountains and splitting seas, escaping metal and repelling fire, its speed undiminished, and it came head-on in an instant.

The complex Five Elements Techniques melted away wherever a simple, unadorned blade touched.

A single slash!

But so what if his eyes burned like fire! He had a plan in store!

He raised his hand...

Sudden--

poof...

His soul skipped a beat, and his heart involuntarily skipped a beat.

The whole world seemed to split in two before his eyes, then quickly merged back together, like an illusion.

But he knew this was not an illusion.

What happened...

The two fought so fiercely that they prematurely exhausted the energy of [Tracing Back to the Source]. If they continued fighting, the brat would have to withdraw from this trial.

The moment he lost focus, the outcome was already decided.

A sword light, like a long whip, struck the massive Five Elements Annihilation Technique, splitting it in two and revealing Jin Jun within.

In a flash, the man gritted his teeth, raised his halberd, and cleaved it into the sky.

But the sword light sliced ​​off half of his body, the one holding the halberd, and the other half crashed to the ground!
Katsuhiko Kamiizumi's eyes widened as he saw the man's rapidly enlarging figure reflected in his pupils, as he swung his sword.

"boom--"

In the misty, rain-swept water town, willow branches sway gently in the wind.

Dust to dust, dust to dust.

Katsuhiko Kamiizumi maintained the posture of swinging his sword, his forefoot slightly bent, and his long sword pointing diagonally towards the sky.

On the ground lay Jin Junlai's body, once again severed in two by a single stroke.

The first time, it was vertical, cutting off one of his hands and one of his feet.

The second time, it was cut in half.

"Cough cough." The man lay in a pool of blood, his eyes half-open and unable to blink, blood gurgling from his throat. As he vomited, he suddenly burst into wild laughter.

"Ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha—!"

"The world's greatest swordsman is nothing more than this!"

With his only remaining arm, he groped through the bloodstains, trying to find a comfortable position so that his left side of his chest, lungs, and internal organs wouldn't be lost too badly. If you looked closely at the bloody, mangled wound, you could even see blood gushing out of his heart in bursts.

Katsuhiko Kamiizumi gave him a deep look, then touched the hand that had struck him so hard on the chest. After being cut off, the blow was almost harmless.

His face was unusually somber: "You didn't give it your all."

"Ha, ha, if I had gone all out, you would be the one lying here." Jin Junlai's teeth were bleeding, but he laughed heartily.

"Hey, Sword Saint, can you do me a favor? Can you pass on a message to... cough cough... to that good-for-nothing brat?"

Jin Junlai coughed up blood, opening his mouth as if to speak.

"Speak freely." Although Katsuhiko Kamiizumi was still angry, a dying man's words are often kind. What would he say to his son?
"Dad, I've done my best?"
"Live well"?
Or perhaps it's because she can't bear to part with her son.

Undeniably, he is a father worthy of respect.

Jin Junlai's smile remained unchanged. He took a few breaths before speaking with difficulty:

-

"Katsuhiko Kamiizumi's weakness is his lungs."

With a blank expression, Katsuhiko Kamiizumi said this to Jin Ziyue.

He recalled that after the man finished speaking, he showed a satisfied expression, and only then did his eyes lose their luster.

Don't hit me, don't hit me, it's a dream, it's a dream...

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(End of this chapter)