Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 6.006. Hattori

The overweight man was terrified, and driven by his survival instinct, he practically scrambled away.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the masked man and the gaunt-faced fellow entangled together.

"Hattori..." The overweight man cried, using all four limbs to bounce back and forth against the wall. He couldn't die. He didn't know how long Hattori could hold on. No matter how willful he was, he couldn't let him down.

The blood-soaked blade, like that of a demon, arrived in an instant.

Real combat is not about performing; life and death can be decided in the blink of an eye.

The masked man's long sword lashed out like a snake, accelerating suddenly with the impact of his fall, like a thousand pounds pressing down.

The man called Hattori felt a buzzing sensation on his scalp and suddenly swayed away, trying to dodge this thunderous attack, even if it left him wide open.

The stronger the impact of landing, the greater the cushioning the body needs to withstand, and there should be no time to react in a short period of time.

Jin Ziyue was blown up.

The aftershocks were not as violent as expected.

As soon as it hit the ground, it exploded into a cloud of powder wrapped in clothing, leaving only the mask and the knife, which fell freely without any support.

Smoke and dust scattered, and mist swept in.

Just as Hattori was surprised, almost simultaneously a hand reached out from the smoke and dust, grabbed the falling sword, and slashed it into the air, the blade shooting skyward.

The man didn't need to release the force at all; the impact was dispersed when he turned into powder.

Hattori had barely reacted when the blade flashed past.

A line of blood shot from his abdomen straight to his face, bursting open instantly and splattering blood everywhere.

"Ah!" The upper and lower jaws, along with the gums, split open, the gaping wound spreading across the bridge of the nose and down to the right eye, and the thin man cried out in agony.

The sternum was shattered, and the internal organs felt like they were on fire.

"Clang." The mask landed gracefully on the ground.

The man's brows were furrowed, his face covered in blood, yet he stubbornly kept his eyes open.

Before me stood the legendary Demon Slayer, whose appearance, identity, and strength were all unknown.

As the powder coalesced and the smoke dissipated, he reappeared, and his appearance sent a shiver down Hattori's spine—

A face without features.

Before anyone could react in surprise, the newcomer had already swung his knife, gathering his strength once more, and instantly swept it across the throat.

The gaunt man suddenly smelled the scent of death.

Like a warning red line, only by leaning back as far as possible to avoid this dangerous line can one survive from the edge of the knife.

Jin Ziyue swept his longsword horizontally, and when it got close to the neck, the blade seemed to come alive, suddenly extending.

The sharp sword energy missed its target.

The man staggered and fell to the ground, looking utterly disheveled, but still managed to save his life.

The long sword, like a dripping dew, failed to strike and its tip slowly shortened back.

Jin Ziyue recognized the inscription on the Otherworldly being almost instantly—

[Extensive knowledge and strong memory]

Influenced by this command, the host possesses a keen sense of smell, strong perception and recognition abilities, and is generally a knowledgeable and reasonable person in life.

In battle, a keen sense of death can always foresee a fatal attack. After witnessing it just once, one can quickly discern the enemy's attack trajectory by following the airflow.

It belongs to the battle-hardened type of command, which makes one more courageous in battle. The user's proud sense of smell, after being transformed, is enough to replace dynamic vision and become the "eye of the heart".

Jin Ziyue took out a tiny brown reagent from his disheveled clothes. It was sealed with rubber and emitted a white, cold aura.

Hattori didn't hesitate. Taking advantage of the moment when the demon slayer stopped, he flipped over and kicked his feet, intending to retreat.

He had memorized the Demon Slayer's sword techniques and the trajectory of the sword swings in a short period of time, so he was more likely to dodge them by relying on his sense of smell.

At this moment, the man behind him took out a miniature reagent, only three inches long, and the dark bottle was not visible in the darkness, but his keen sense of smell told him that this prop was much more threatening.

The reagent was thrown out, and the long knife struck it, shattering the glass with a clang, and a burst of gas shot out.

As Hattori's nose was exposed to the spreading gas, it suddenly felt as if it had been touched by a red-hot iron, and a searing pain exploded from the tip of his nose in an instant.

With his long hair disheveled, the man knelt on the ground in agony.

With an extremely sensitive sense of smell, the effects of irritating gases can be fatal, let alone ether, which has a sedative effect. There was no need to bring it to the tip of his nose; the acidity and burning sensation caused tears to flow uncontrollably from the man's eyes.

His mind grew increasingly muddled, and he completely lost the ability to judge by smell, yet he still reached out to touch the ground, wanting to retaliate.

In the blink of an eye, the cold front arrived, and the outcome was decided.

The man remained leaning forward, but his body was frozen in place; a gurgling sound came from his throat, but no sound could be uttered.

The blade, sharp as a snake's fang, silently caught up from the back of the neck and pierced the throat.

The White Walker slowly knelt down, its brows furrowed. Looking down, one could see the tip of a knife under its chin. It seemed to open its mouth, but only blood and foam kept gushing out.

A crisp metallic clanging sound rang out, sparks flew, and the lighter shot out a line of fire along an arc.

The ether and air had mixed, and almost instantly, a burst of light illuminated the street.

At the epicenter of the explosion, the man called the White Walker had his face buried in the burning fire, his hair burned like dry grass, and his ashen skin scorched black.

Sparks flew everywhere, red and black flashed alternately in the night sky, and the entire visual space was distorted by the heat of the flames.

With a flick of the wrist, the red-hot blade severed the brittle neck.

The White Walkers have an exceptionally strong vitality and a physique stronger than humans. They can regenerate severed limbs, and only by completely severing their brain can their killing be confirmed.

Within the blast radius, his black trench coat fluttered in the wind, and Jin Ziyue's face slowly emerged.

Safe and sound.

He picked up the mask from the ground, put it back on his face, turned his head to look in the direction where the other White Walker had fled in panic, and took a step.

The sound of footsteps stopped abruptly as they passed Hattori's corpse.

A bloodstained hand, stained with mud, grabbed Jin Ziyue's trouser leg.

Extending to the end, there is the man's decapitated torso, burning behind his head like a bonfire.

Jin Ziyue glanced down; the hand wasn't exerting any force, but rather trembling as it twisted the trouser leg, lingering in the air for a long time.

The flames still raged, and in the firelight, the man's clothes had turned to ashes, with the spreading flames licking at the remaining body parts.

Jin Ziyue drew his sword and slashed down.

In the fleeting arc of light.

The scorching blade was aimed at Jin Ziyue's trouser leg.

In just a moment, the dust particles coalesced again, revealing fresh, intact skin around the ankle at the tear in the pants.

The withered hand, clutching the tattered fabric, slowly drooped down, as if having completed its final mission, flickering with tiny sparks.

"Bang." The sound of it hitting the ground was very soft, swallowed up by the exploding flames.

The energy of the [Extensive Knowledge and Strong Memory] command slowly overflowed and dissipated into the world. This signified the true death of the Others, leaving no trace in the world.

Falling to the dust, the soul returns to heaven and earth.

Jin Ziyue neither collected the death decrees nor looked in the direction of the escape.

Flames flickered in his eyes as the man turned and walked toward his residence.

I spent several days revising this part; it's a character I really like.

【博闻强识 (zhi)】: Originally meant to describe someone with extensive knowledge and a strong memory.

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