I am a full-level celestial master, you let me enter the strange talk of rules?

At this critical moment, two strange imposters appeared.

At this moment, Song Zaixian and Bengshan's killing moves are about to collide, destined to perish together!
"His!"

Two twisted black shadows shot out from the deepest darkness of the thick fog, like tearing cloth!

These are two bizarre pseudo-humans, completely different from anything seen before. They do not resemble human forms; they are more like two constantly writhing and stretching clumps of shadowy aggregates.

The surface is covered with constantly opening and closing suckers that drip with mucus and suddenly popping out bone spurs.

Their movements completely defy biomechanics, like puppets manipulated by invisible threads, twisting and rotating at all sorts of unbelievable angles, so fast that they leave only two afterimages.

The target is Song Jae-hyun and Bengshan's vitals!
It was like two deadly blades from the underworld, about to pierce through the two of them at the same time!
This sudden attack completely disrupted the rhythm of the two men's plan to attack each other while pretending to 'die together'!

It looked like they were really going to die here!

In that split second, Bengshan's body seemed to have acquired its own will!
The phantom of his shadowy ghost hand, which was about to burst through his body, suddenly vanished, and the defensive energy gathered in his chest instantly shifted to his back and sides!

His massive body spun sharply to the side and forward in an almost instinctive and completely thoughtless manner, using his broad back and strong arms to shield Song Zaixian from the most cunning and vicious shadow that was attacking him!

It was as if he had shielded Song Jae-hyun from attacks countless times.

"Pfft!"

The dull thud of a sharp weapon piercing flesh rang out almost simultaneously!
One sound was the echo of a strange, fake human bone spur striking the shoulder blades and back of the collapsing mountain.

The other was Song Zaixian's short blade, which he had poured all his strength into and which was originally aimed at Bengshan's heart. However, due to Bengshan's sudden movement and lack of defense, it pierced deeply into the lower left side of Bengshan's chest without any hindrance, drawing out a spray of warm blood!

Song Jae-seon's offensive was too fast and too decisive. He may not have even considered the option of "stopping," or rather, in his "cold-blooded" state, he had no intention of stopping at all!

And at this moment, the mountain-crushing defense was not on the chest.

"boom!"

In pain, Bengshan let out a furious roar, and with a backhand punch carrying boundless rage and remaining immense power, he blasted the two strange, fake figures who had ambushed him away. They twisted and turned into black smoke in mid-air and dissipated.

However, his own tall body lost its balance due to the fatal penetrating wound and the enormous force exerted, and like a felled giant tree, it fell heavily forward with an irresistible momentum.

He pinned Song Zaixian, who had just completed the "kill" and was still in a forward thrusting posture, firmly beneath him.

This lunge was both a death sentence and a final, clumsy yet resolute act of protection.

With his final act, he shielded Song Jae-han from potential follow-up attacks, leaving the relatively safe "below" area to him.

"What exactly happened? How did I manage to get the kill?"

In Song Zaixian's mind, that cold, mission-driven mindset shattered like broken ice the moment he confirmed that he had personally pierced the "target"!
Memories that had been forcibly erased and suppressed by the rules surged back into his mind like a flood bursting its banks!

—When we first met, Bengshan looked fierce but was actually kind-hearted.

—In one dangerous situation after another, Bengshan unhesitatingly used his body to shield him from fatal attacks.

—When he impulsively makes a mistake, Bengshan's angry scolding and reminders, though filled with disappointment, are always there for him.

—The two shared food and bandaged each other's wounds by the campfire, reminiscing about their silent, tender past. —Bengshan always complained, yet he repeatedly tolerated his "whims" and silently supported him.
All the images, all the details, all the dependence and trust, were like countless red-hot blades, piercing his heart!

"no no!!!"

Song Zaixian's pupils suddenly contracted to their maximum size as he stared in disbelief at Beng Shan's rapidly draining face, which was right in front of him, and felt the body temperature and life force rapidly draining away from the massive body pressing down on him.

Hot, foul-smelling blood was gushing from the wound on Bengshan's chest that he had inflicted himself, dripping onto his face and body with a "drip, drip" sound like the tolling of a death knell.

Why! Why did this happen?!
Tears welled up uncontrollably, instantly blurring my vision.

His body began to tremble violently and uncontrollably, as if he were in a frozen wasteland.

Extreme regret, overwhelming guilt, and heart-wrenching pain—countless negative emotions overwhelmed him like a tsunami.

He's going crazy! His mind is on the verge of collapse at this moment!

Especially when he realized that even with amnesia and being enemies, Bengshan's body instincts still chose to protect him!

But he himself plunged the dagger into his best friend's heart!

"Ah—!!!" Song Zaixian let out a heart-wrenching, inhuman scream of despair.

He suddenly embraced the heavy body of the collapsed mountain, frantically checking the fatal wound and trying to cover the gushing blood with his hands, only to find that it was all in vain.

Bengshan lay on his back on the ground, the familiar short blade embedded in his chest, blood gushing out and staining a large area of ​​the ground red.

He also seemed to be affected by the fatal wound, and his erased memories returned.

He looked at Song Zaixian, who was in tears and seemed to be insane. On his pale face due to blood loss, he managed to force a faint but incredibly clear smile.

There was no resentment or anger in that smile, only a relieved and happy feeling.

It's good that this reckless yet kind-hearted guy, who always makes you worry, is still alive.

In the instant his memory returned, his greatest fear was not his own death, but the possibility that he was the one who had survived and Song Zaixian had fallen. How would he face the rest of his life after killing his best friend with his own hands?

He couldn't imagine the pain.

Now, at least I'm not the one suffering terribly.

He looked at Song Zaixian, his lips moving slightly as if he wanted to say something.

He wanted to say: Congratulations on surviving.

He also wanted to say: It's a pity I can't stay with you anymore.

However, with his lung punctured and his life rapidly slipping away with the blood, he no longer had the strength to utter a sound.

With those eyes that were gradually losing their luster, she looked at Song Zaixian one last time, with her final concern and blessings, as if she wanted to etch his image into the depths of her soul.

Then, the light in those eyes went out completely. (End of Chapter)