Infinite Mask Game.

Chapter 337 Annihilation
Fu Zhouwen stood to the side, watching intently, holding a famous sword that had once been soaked in blood, his aura chilling.

The renowned sword immortals of the martial world pose less of a threat to the mysterious man than the newly appointed Grand Master of Ceremonies.

The latter has a certain mystery about him.

Previously, he had been suppressing his opponent the whole time, but his opponent seemed to have divine assistance, as if he could predict the trajectory of each of his sword strikes.

He was beaten so badly that he was in great pain.

He slowed down his attack not because of Fu Zhouwen's threat, but because he needed a new sword.

Extending his mental energy, he grasped a two-handed sword in his hand, identical to the one before.

He was still in good condition, while Wei Miao on the other side was seriously injured.

High judgment.

It seems the outcome is already decided.

The injury to her left shoulder affected Wei Miao to some extent; she could only hold the knife with one hand, her left arm hanging limply at her sides.

The entry 【Blood of Sin】grants her some control over her own blood, which is barely noticeable under normal circumstances, but in this moment it helps her control the rate of bleeding.

The wound was bleeding almost imperceptibly.

Wei Miao did not believe that she had been defeated.

The remaining power of eternal night within his body surged towards his right hand, pouring entirely into Night's Cut.

The black blade is as deep and dark as an ancient night.

The mysterious man opposite him stood calmly in place, his eyes slightly narrowed.

He sensed that Wei Miao was planning something, but he believed that everything was under control.

If he can withstand this desperate counterattack, it will give him a better chance to build momentum.

He was an invincible force to them.

Wei Miao's aura suddenly intensified, becoming sharp yet ethereal.

"The Profound Truth: Compassion of Nirvana".

As she unleashed this strike, she recalled the attack from the All Saints' Day instance, where an unknown being wielded a pair of hiltless double blades.

That slash extinguished all light and darkness, causing the world to lose its color.

It exists from every angle, shattering everything with unparalleled sharpness.

Wei Miao felt something in her heart and vaguely touched upon a certain artistic conception.

The mysterious man demonstrated to her that knife skills are not just about pure technique and strength.

If one wields the blade with mental will, the strikes will develop corresponding characteristics.

From the perspective of the extraordinary theory, it is essentially an interaction between the spirit and the surrounding environment, making the surrounding space an aid to oneself, which is then reflected back onto the blade.

Of course, spirit itself is a kind of power.

She can also achieve perfect harmony between man and sword!

Fifty points of Eternal Night Power condensed on the blade, and this horizontal slash was extremely fast and powerful, so fast that the Night Judge's movement trajectory could not even be seen.

As the mysterious man began his strike, he paused, sensing a chilling threat emanating from the blow.

Countless bursts of mental energy surged forth, making the previously somewhat illusory armor even more solid.

"Demon God Armor".

He instantly layered seventy-two suits of armor around his body, bringing the technique to its perfect state, almost exhausting all his mental energy.

He held the sword in both hands, with the tip pointing upwards, upright in front of him.

A defense that's better than nothing.

A slender, jet-black blade of light flashed for a moment.

It was silent, and no matter which angle the spectators were from, they could see this "line" that seemed to cut through everything.

That all-consuming sharpness could sting the eyes even with just a glance.

It is accompanied by a magnificent sense of annihilation, reaching its end with a feeling of ruthlessness and desolation, as if all things will melt away under this slash.

Without any earth-shattering sound, a barely perceptible line appeared on the mysterious man's chest.

That was the slash that cut him in two.

All his prepared defenses were useless, crumbling at the first blow. Before he could even swing his sword, it vanished again into specks of golden light, and then his figure collapsed like sand.

But after the collapse, his figure reappeared in the same spot.

This time, his body was covered with tiny wounds.

Those hands suffered the same treatment as Wei Miao's left hand; the skin was covered in blood, and each finger had at least ten cuts.

Some of her loose black hair was cut off, but no broken strands fell down.

The collar was missing a corner, and there was a long, deep cut on the side of the neck, revealing scarlet flesh.

However, although he had quite a few surface wounds, they were all superficial injuries, and were actually less severe than Wei Miao's injuries.

The most eye-catching thing is the brass mask.

Several deep cracks crawled across it.

"clang--"

The mask, shattered into three pieces, fell to the ground.

Everyone involuntarily looked at him, wanting to see his face clearly.

It was a slightly surprised face, with ordinary, unremarkable features, fair and clean-cut, the kind of face that would easily be overlooked in a crowd.

Although it is well-formed, it is difficult to describe its unique characteristics.

Those present always felt a little awkward when they looked at him.

Something feels off, but I can't quite put my finger on it.

When Wei Miao saw that face, her expression changed inscrutable.

She was always used to hiding her emotions, and no one knew how shocked she was.

Because she had seen that face before.

In the town of Sabo, the person known as "Master of the Pivot of Fate" has such a face.

She never imagined that the mysterious man's true appearance would overlap with His.

In an instant, all sorts of speculations flooded my mind.

Wei Miao stared at him intently, without making a move.

Nearby, Xie Zhaohui knocked Ji Ming back with a single strike. Both men were wounded and retreated back to their respective camps.

The two sides entered a temporary stalemate and neither side took further action.

"You make me feel that there are also strong individuals among the Seven Sects." The young man looked directly at Wei Miao, his left hand unconsciously touching his face.

Suddenly, he asked, "Do you know me?"

The youth's strong willpower was evident to all, and he even managed to catch a glimpse of something unusual about her.

When others saw his face, they were mostly curious and speculative.

But the supervisor was somewhat shocked, as if he shouldn't be there.

"Who exactly are you?" Wei Miao didn't answer him, nor did she expect him to.

"Why don't you ask yourself, who are you?" The mysterious man revealed a strange smile. "The intent behind this strike, this extremely destructive and annihilating intent, is something you cannot comprehend at your current level."

Wei Miao did not deny it. Her slash was a crude imitation of that terrifying unknown being, not even reaching one ten-thousandth of its power.

But the fact that she could use this strike means that she has already mastered the basics.

Her knife skills had acquired a divine touch.

As long as she stays on the right path, given time, it's not impossible for her to bring the ultimate annihilation within the profound mysteries to its fullest extent, achieving the effect of an unknown being destroying all power at that moment.

“You are one of the Seven Sects, yet you lack that captivating charm,” Wei Miao retorted. “You are skilled at disguise; this is not your true self.”

Only after her reminder did everyone realize the truth. The allure of the Seven Sects was so commonplace to them that they largely overlooked it, to the point that they had all ignored this point.

The two undermined each other, but avoided answering the questions.

This face shook Wei Miao to her core.

She knew that the other party was neither the Master of the Fate Workshop nor an avatar of Him.

They are high above, the so-called watchmen, and they will not intervene unless there are special circumstances.

After the mask shattered, the mysterious man's identity became even more enigmatic.