Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 300. Saving the Day
Jin Ziyue covered the gash in his severed arm, his eyes blank, and remained silent for a long time.

“But I must remind you,” Katsuhiko Kamiizumi couldn’t help but say, “What you said is not true. My weakness is not my lungs.”

"Kill you."

Jin Ziyue suppressed his voice, his nostrils trembling, and the cracking sound between his teeth could be clearly heard inside his head.

"You are no match for me now."

Katsuhiko Kamiizumi said meticulously.

Jin Ziyue tried to use his life force, but found that [Tracing the Origin] was severely damaged. At this moment, he could not detect its existence in his body no matter what he did, and it had completely disappeared.

At this moment, all he could rely on was his bloodied fists!
He strode forward, his mind filled with the sounds and smiles of Jin Junlai from the past two days.

The man accompanied Jin Ziyue home from the apartment, occasionally nodding in approval or lost in thought.

……

The man returned home, bowing and scraping before his wife, then barged into the kitchen and reached for the pork ribs.

……

The man stood on the steps, a wicked expression on his face, and exchanged blows with Jin Ziyue.

……

The man said not to get caught up in petty sentiments and to take care of himself first; yet, he turned around and resolutely faced death. Perhaps when he was deep in thought and talking to himself, he was trying to tell his son not to follow in his footsteps and go down this path of no return.

……

but!

But now!!
Jin Ziyue roared and swung his fist at Katsuhiko Uezumi, not knowing how he managed to throw the punch.

Katsuhiko Kamiizumi did not draw his sword; he merely sidestepped to dodge Jin Ziyue's one-armed punch.

Jin Ziyue was unwilling to give up and threw another punch, his expression like that of a wild beast.

Katsuhiko Kamiizumi looked at him coldly. Even without swordsmanship, the White Walkers' physique far surpassed that of humans.

Jin Ziyue threw a punch.

The Sword Saint merely tilted his head.

Suddenly, the punch changed direction, turning back to the chest and striking down towards the heart and lungs.

Katsuhiko Kamiizumi grunted, his face turning ugly.

The second time.

He didn't draw his sword because he felt that the pathetic man who had lost his mind was not worthy of his attention.

But the other party is clearly not like that.

He used sadness and anger as a disguise, and only when the punch landed did the hysteria fade, and a cold glint appeared in his eyes.

His sadness was genuine, but he used it as armor, making his punches sharper and his mind more resolute.

Katsuhiko Kamiizumi took the punch head-on, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes: "Now you are worthy of me drawing my sword."

Jin Ziyue's close-quarters fighting style became increasingly ferocious. He didn't have time to treat his wounds, and as he swayed, clumps of blood fell off, but he was completely unaware of it.

According to Jin Jun, Katsuhiko Uezumi's weakness is his lungs. However, his punch had just landed, yet his opponent showed no obvious reaction.

If it doesn't work, I'll truly be at a loss.

Katsuhiko Kamiizumi's eyes narrowed, and he lightly gripped the hilt of the sword.

Just by gripping the sword, Jin Ziyue could hear the angry shouts of thousands of warriors at close range. Those were the souls who had fought against this sword and this swordsman. Jin Ziyue could feel their fear and helplessness, as if the moment the sword was drawn with its cold light was the beginning of the world.

Before the knife is drawn, people feel a sense of hope, as if they can catch a glimpse of the dawn.

ended……

Jin Ziyue's fist didn't stop; he suddenly raised it again.

"Keng."

The swordsman's scabbard and hilt began to collide.

"stop!"

In the distance, a long beam of light shot into the sky, then slanted down at a ninety-degree angle and suddenly shone on Katsuhiko Kamiizumi's face.

His racial instincts as a White Walker made him instinctively shield himself from the light.

Then, the sound of a small electric scooter came buzzing in.

Katsuhiko Kamiizumi was facing the light, while Jin Ziyue was facing the opposite direction. He heard the sound and turned his head in disbelief.

The girl shouted with all her might, gripping the handlebars tightly, her hair flowing behind her and billowing in the air.

The car headlights were so bright that they suddenly illuminated Jin Ziyue's path. Although the light was dazzling, Jin Ziyue couldn't look away.

The girl's electric scooter spun around and stopped. She quickly jumped off, didn't turn off the accelerator, and threw it directly towards Jin Ziyue and Shangquan Shengyan's location.

The electric scooter tipped over, scraping and scraping sand as it went. Jin Ziyue reacted quickly, leaping into the air and running towards the girl.

Because the girl fell to the ground and rolled several times during the high-speed jump from the car.

Katsuhiko Kamiizumi was bumped by the electric scooter, his head buzzed for a moment, and then he kicked it away.

"Who?" His face grew even more somber.

Jin Ziyue hugged Fu Qin, looking at the girl's scratched face, his heart aching: "Why are you here?"

Fu Qin decisively broke free from his embrace. Without even replying, she stood up, spread her arms wide to block between Uezumi Katsuhiko and Jin Ziyue, and said in a deep voice, ignoring the blood streaming down her face, "Don't touch him."

Upon seeing that the newcomer was a human girl, Katsuhiko Kamiizumi said in a deep voice, enunciating each word clearly in Chinese: "Go away. I... I don't kill women."

The girl's eyes were resolute, her head swayed slightly, and her hands remained unwavering: "If you want to hurt him, you'll have to step over my dead body first."

Fu Qin had no idea that the man before her was the renowned Sword Saint of District 16, who had been famous throughout the land five hundred years ago. But even if she had known, she would have stood in front of Jin Ziyue without hesitation.

"Don't push your luck. Just because I won't kill you doesn't mean I won't." Katsuhiko Kamiizumi said coldly.

He was somewhat surprised. Although the girl's hair was disheveled, her eyes beneath it were clear and bright. Despite being only a girl of about ten years old, she showed no fear whatsoever. Rather, her eyes reflected a cold spring and a serene moon, rather than a look of fear.

Jin Ziyue gazed at the girl's retreating figure with a complex expression.

I never imagined that Fu Qin would appear.

In his life-or-death battles, whenever he faced dire straits, he would always recall Fu Qin's voice and smile, which became the driving force that sustained him in his fight.

But when Fu Qinzhen appeared, he realized that this was not happiness, but rather the deepest misfortune.

Even the girl he loves most is facing dangers of blood and fire.

This is something Jin Ziyue absolutely cannot tolerate.

He stepped forward, pulled Fu Qin back, and stood in front of the girl, saying, "This has nothing to do with her."

Katsuhiko Kamiizumi said, "You can give your last words."

Jin Ziyue turned around and examined Fu Qin's face. Her cheeks were a little sallow, her expression was indifferent, only her eyes were clear.

Suddenly, she leaned over and kissed Jin Ziyue's lips, wrapping her arms around him and holding him tightly.

Kamizumi Katsuhiko was startled.

Jin Ziyue was also somewhat stunned.

He never imagined that the girl, who was usually not good with words, would suddenly act so decisively... and boldly.

The girl's actions were more enthusiastic than ever before.

Fortunately, these things come and go quickly.

Fu Qin withdrew her head, her face calm, and said solemnly, "Someone told me that my blood can help you."

Jin Ziyue then noticed that she used the cut on her lip to send blood into his mouth.

The girl stepped out of Jin Ziyue's arms and said calmly, "I won't hold you back, but if we die, we die together."

Jin Ziyue looked at her with complicated eyes, but the words he wanted to say could not be uttered. He could only gently wipe the bloodstains from the corner of her mouth, and then use his index and middle fingers together to make a scratch on his own face.

"It'll be okay."

A muffled sound came from the girl's shoulder: "I believe you."

Then, Fu Qin broke free from Jin Ziyue's embrace, faced him, and slowly retreated, leaving the final battleground to the two men.

Jin Ziyue looked at Izumi Katsuhiko again, but this time his demeanor was completely different.

He slowly took out a mineral water bottle from his pocket; inside was unused "well water".

Jin Ziyue knew the role of blood all too well. It was the source that unlocked the abilities of a Fate Master.

Although he didn't know why Fu Qin's blood had this effect, it didn't stop him from tilting his head back—

Drink it all in one gulp!

(End of this chapter)