Above Destiny

Chapter 624 Choice
At this crucial moment, An Ning, who had been retreating, suddenly steadied herself, swung her hand, and launched a fierce counterattack, easily shattering the swirling scythe!
It's just a trivial skill, like showing off one's limited abilities before an expert.

Kouattli couldn't help but laugh again.

So, the youngsters at the Hunter's Finger family are still too green!
The scythe shattered, and the shadow of the wolf suddenly flickered, appearing out of thin air in front of her.

His speed increased once again.

It was even faster than that incredible speed just now, so fast that even the hunter's almost non-existent reaction time couldn't detect it.

It's faster than we can imagine!

It happened so fast that An Ning was caught off guard.

The scythe blade had already pierced the skin above the neck.

In the instant their eyes met, An Ning finally realized where the unease that had been constantly surfacing in her heart from the beginning had come from.

From the very beginning, the other party was deliberately concealing their characteristics, even their speed...

Despite all the trouble they've gone through, there's only one thing they're trying to hide.

—This guy is not a wolf from the White Gang at all!

As if noticing the surprise in the other person's eyes, Kouattli grinned silently.

Did you notice?

late!

It's not too late.

At this crucial moment, An Ning still has three choices.

If she chooses to give up, the instant she gives up, a washing machine or refrigerator will fall from the sky, arriving first and smashing the dog's head in front of her.

After all, Grandpa loved her the most.

If we choose to tough it out, as long as we can hold out for even a moment, Ji Jue's reinforcements will arrive immediately, and then we can all smash this guy's head in half.

After all, Brother Ji Jue is the most reliable.

Or, choose to continue—

—Uphold the dignity bestowed upon the hunter by the white deer!
So, just as Kouateli grinned, An Ning also smiled.

Ignoring the scythe on his neck, a hiltless short blade, as clear as glass, appeared out of thin air between his two fingers—[Bitter Day]!
But instead of shooting, he clenched his fist.

He thrust his weapon at the wolf, which was also within arm's reach!
Just like the wolf's struggle with its own projectiles, it overestimated itself and tried to outmaneuver the beast before it with its claws!
Can't win.

They absolutely cannot win.

But we can lose, we'll lose together!

perish together!

One for one, trading a naive hunter for a seasoned beast—absolute fairness and death.

An Ning smiled, her eyes brightening with joy and happiness. She didn't back down at all; instead, she took a step forward to face death.

—With this final hunt, I offer it as a tribute to the white deer!
So now it's Kouateli's turn to choose: a glorious death or a shameful life?
He had no choice.

From the moment they were reduced to beasts, they were no longer destined for honor. For wolves, only the survivors are the winners. The scythe that was piercing down suddenly slashed across, changing from piercing to chopping, cruelly severing half of An Ning's neck and throat. Before blood could even spurt out, An Ning felt a lightness on her wrist.

The hand that was gripping Fei Guang slipped off his arm.

Been cut off!

Unfazed by her severed hand or the blood gushing from her shoulder, An Ning remained indifferent as the sword slashed down again.

He merely turned his body slightly to the side.

Behind him, hundreds of meters away, lay Ji Jue.

Well done, An Ning!

Ji Jue wanted to offer a smile and praise.

From the moment Koatley charged up to this moment, less than 0.01 seconds had passed. The pace between the white deer and the wolf was too fast, so fast that even with Ji Jue's superhuman vision, which was accelerating his perception, he could only barely catch a blurry afterimage.

Such a short time was barely enough for Ji Jue to raise his palm.

But it is enough.

At this moment, his raised palm, index finger, was already aimed at the original location of An Ning. He didn't aim or lock on; he left everything to the bullet.

Give it to your own heart...

An invisible trigger was pulled, and Ji Jue's heart stopped beating.

Zhanlu, draw your sword!
And so, in this almost frozen moment, a joyful song began to play.

Countless bolts of lightning spread, bursting forth as they tore through the air, sparks rising, and flames dancing as they burned the dust with a deafening roar.

For the first time since its forging, it was truly used as a weapon, without reservation and with all its might, to destroy the enemy.

Zhanlu roared excitedly, and the spirits rang out.

Within the Thunder Pool, a massive amount of lightning and flames were completely extracted. Immediately afterwards, a wisp of purplish-black light rose from Ji Jue's fingertips, traversing this insignificant distance with lightning speed.

It went straight into the wolf's heart.

Immediately afterwards, a deafening roar erupted, and a pale white Mach ring burst forth from Ji Jue's fingertip, completely evaporating the dissolved fingertip.

In mid-air, Kouateli's body suddenly swelled up.

Eyes widened in terror.

From every pore of his eyes, ears, mouth, nose, limbs, and bones, streaks of purplish-black lightning shot out, the cruel light straight and sharp as swords.

Before it could even scream, it exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

Countless corpses spewed out from it like a fountain, but the countless molted remains could not suppress this overwhelming destruction.

At best, it only earned him a negligible snap of the fingers.

There was only enough time to restore his original body.

Make a firm decision!

He gripped the blade tightly, plunged it into his heart, and brutally ripped it out along with the surrounding tissue. He even went so far as to sever his lower body at the waist.
It launched itself out with all its might.

He watched helplessly as the light of Zhanlu turned most of his body into ashes in the blink of an eye, and then, hungry and ferocious, pursued him relentlessly.

Amidst this unprecedented horror, he couldn't help but feel fortunate.

Fortunately, this crucial opportunity was seized. As long as the connection between soul and flesh is severed, and this trail of destruction is cut off, we can rebuild once more…

Snapped--!
The last thing he heard was a crisp sound.

It originates from the back of one's head, moves forward, and emerges from the front of the forehead.

【? 】

Lost in a daze, he stared wide-eyed in vain, unable to comprehend what had happened.

But my gaze couldn't help but fall on the figure so close to me.

An Ning.

Blood gushed from the gash on her neck, and her left wrist was empty.

The shadow of the jade horn appeared for a fleeting moment.

She lowered her eyes, looking down at the bewildered wolf, her expression neither joy nor sorrow.

His eyes shone with an indifferent light, as if he were looking down on the life and death of the wilderness.

The outcome has been decided.

Everything was clear the moment she pulled the bitter sun out of the darkness.

The projection of suffering is completed when the resolve manifests; even severing her wrists would be futile.

Kouattley thought he had made a choice, but he never had.

There were neither hunters nor wolves.

In the very end, all that appeared before Kouateli's eyes was a dreamlike rainbow, fleeting like the spring sunshine.

That dazzling light appeared out of nowhere and gently embraced him.

Then, they took everything with them.

Fallen flowers drift on flowing water; spring has gone.

The last rays of light have faded.

dead.

The falling corpse rapidly swelled, and strands of grayish-white hair emerged from it. The mutilated body fell to the ground and quickly decomposed and dissolved.

Returning to the earth, they become nourishment for the wilderness.

"Sorry, Brother Ji Jue."

An Ning shrugged regretfully and grinned, "I couldn't hold back."

At a time like this, they're still telling lame jokes.

Ji Jue slapped her on the head in an annoyed tone.

He stretched out his fingers, roughly probing into the wound, severing the broken blood vessels, and scavenging the wolfsbane. After withdrawing his hand, the wound healed again under the life force of his reborn form.

The same method was applied to severed hands.

Let's continue.

At that moment, a destructive rain fell from the sky once more, burning all living things in the entire market to ashes.

Amidst the burning flames, Ji Jue slowly turned his head, walked towards the wolf he had abandoned and ignored.

The wolf, its body ripped away by the bone knife, contorted and shifted in agony as it struggled desperately, unable to move even a single finger. It could only stare wide-eyed in despair as Ji Jue approached step by step.

"I...I..." His expression twitched, and he forced a distorted smile: "Spare me..."

boom! ! !
An iron fist slammed down.

The Longshan armored vehicle, which had been crouching nearby, raised its hand without mercy and smashed his head, sending blood, bone fragments, and brain matter flying everywhere. Then, amidst a continuous roar, it crushed his bones inch by inch.

Ji Jue took out a syringe from his pocket, tapped the liquefied life inside, and then aimed it at the bloodied wolf, squeezing out a negligible drop.

Fall.

Soon, nourished by the life force, the wolf quickly recovered.

His eyes widened in terror.

Before he could even speak, the iron fist slammed down again!

Cruelly, they crushed him inch by inch into a pulp, then injected a drug to forcibly catalyze the process, and then smashed him again.

Once, once, and again, and yet again!
Until, amidst the desperate wails, a cold voice was heard.

"Okay, now you can say it."

Ji Jue asked, "Where is Sheikh?"

The wolf's face contorted and convulsed: "I...I don't know..."

"That's not what I want to hear."

Ji Jue shook his head regretfully, his iron fist slammed down, the sound of shattering echoed, it healed, he slammed down again, repeating, repeating, repeating, until he stopped once more.

This time, without Ji Jue asking, the wolf, already in a daze, screamed, "He and a group of outsider mutated beings are hiding in the old capital of the Northern Heavenly Punishment Mountains. Sheikhi wants to resurrect the White King, and he needs to collect blood sacrifices for the ritual. He sent us out to search..."

boom! ! !
Longshan's fist, stained with bits of flesh and blood, slammed down again, relentlessly. The earth trembled violently, caved in, and cracks filled with blood and gore.

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!
Once, once, and again.

Until, after an unknown amount of time, it finally stopped again.

"Why, why..."

The wolf, now twisted and multiplied into a grotesque mass of flesh, howled in agony, its cries of blood-soaked lamentation: "I clearly already..."

"It's my fault. I shouldn't have had any expectations of someone like you. But it was just an excuse to vent my anger anyway. How much you know or how little you know doesn't really matter."

Ji Jue controlled the mercury, creating a complex ritual on the cracked ground.

Finally, he crouched down and looked down at the wolf.

"I'll make you a choice, since you've been so cooperative."

He suddenly asked:

So, between the Tower and the White House, which one do you prefer?

(End of this chapter)