Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 947 Temporary Situation [4K]

Ok?
Ok.

Ah!
Song Shi stared intently for a moment, then twice, then a third time, and then noticed something was wrong.

"The Corrector" Ruan Fa, the strongest person in the Eastern Continent after the Grand Marshal, returned to the Academic Council after publicly killing "Lord of the Ten Domains" Dwight Brooks. It has been rumored that he is making every effort to break through to the sixth ring - [God's Throne].

To this day, there has been no news of her resuming her activities.

Song Shi did not doubt the truth of this rumor.

He would occasionally ponder Ruan Fa's current situation and speculate on his progress. After all, according to the traditions of the Eastern Continent, this was a time of great strife and flourishing fortune.

Isidore Siniti's breakthrough to the [God Throne] during the First Seven Earth War is the best proof of this, and the Grand Marshal became the next new [God Throne] after him nearly a century later.

However, if we look closely, the Grand Marshal's growth and rise to fame occurred long before the outbreak of the Second Seven Earth War. His breakthrough at the beginning of the Second Seven Earth War cannot be really counted in this era of great strife, as it was more or less influenced by people from the previous era.

The true [Throne of Gods], born from the Second War of the Seven Earths—now, throughout Terra, all the "Throne of Gods candidates" are vying for the top spot!
Ruan Fa, the strongest "corrector" in the Eastern Continent, undoubtedly ranks higher than Feng Lian of "Jun Tian Shen Que" on this reserve list.

Song Shi had guessed about the other person's condition and had some speculations in his mind, but at this moment, when he saw the other person with his own eyes, he was still somewhat surprised.

In my perception, Ruan Fa's aura was like a broken jellyfish floating on the water, bobbing up and down, swaying with the waves, its shape like a tattered pocket.

Even in this unstable and uncontrollable aura, Song Shi could feel an immense stimulation—despite the apparent damage, the opponent's strength had clearly increased compared to when he killed Dwight Brooks!
This is incredible.

Song Shi made a judgment, just like himself. Killing Feng Lian and creating an unprecedentedly vast sea of ​​flames was a real injury and depletion. Although he forcibly made up for it in various ways, he still kept his combat strength at a certain level.

But compared to his prime, he is definitely much weaker now.

As a result, Ruan Fa appeared weak and unwell, yet his actual strength had decreased rather than increased, which was quite illogical.

But one thing is certain.

Ruan Fa has yet to break through the final barrier and ascend to the sixth ring, the [God's Throne].

—She is still within the "fifth ring" category!
The spatial rift that had been brutally torn apart did not disappear after Ruan Fa walked out; instead, it remained there, like a crack in a mountain rock, giving it a raw, natural feel.

Song Shi's gaze lingered on the gap for a moment.

Spatial structures possess extremely strong self-recovery capabilities. For example, the singularity technology "space jump" can collapse and disintegrate in less than half a second if it is not paired with any stable equipment, and then everything will return to normal as if nothing had happened.

Destroying space is a very high-threshold thing, but throughout history, high-level psionicists and technological engineers who have reached this threshold are rare, but not that rare.

The reason why Terra has maintained its spatial structure stability to this day is largely due to its "self-healing" ability.

The gap in the distance has not disappeared.

Ruan Fa's psychic power, her "Balance," uses itself as the sole baseline. Anything that does not follow this baseline is considered wrong and is subject to "correction" without any room for compromise.

This spatial rift, which should have healed itself, truly became "correct" because of her psychic power—because she took it for granted.

Wearing a white lab coat without any logo, resembling a researcher, Ruan Fa stood high in the sky, his sharp eyebrows unmoved and his eyes indifferent.

Her hands were in her pockets, and only ripples spread across her body like waves, as if her psychic energy was leaking out uncontrollably.

Upon seeing each other, both Chaklo Vaughn and Ryder Balooun subtly adjusted their postures to ensure they could react immediately—and simultaneously deal with multiple attacks.

Ruan Fa ignored this and made no comment. Instead, he looked up as if he were lost in thought, while Shi Quanwei stepped forward.

The Abyss, a level 6 weapon, was always with Song Shi. From Song Shi's perspective, compared to their last encounter, the opponent's handling of the Abyss was more refined. The improvement wasn't dramatic, but it was still an improvement nonetheless.

Clearly, exploring Depth 7—even if it yielded nothing of value—is an experience in itself that is of immense worth to this king of the abyss.

As expected of a turbulent era, this is the Second War of the Seven Lands.
Song Shi thought happily, "It's only been a few years? It seems like everyone I've met is getting stronger by leaps and bounds."

That's Chu Tonglu, they've actually broken through to the fourth ring!
"—Not going to continue?"

Shi Quanwei slowly swept his gaze over the four men: "I very much hope that you will continue fighting."

“Please continue.” He held out a hand to indicate that he would not interfere: “I can promise that, at least for the short term—ten minutes, twenty minutes, or whatever number of minutes—Nguyen Fa and I will not interfere.”

Chaklo Vaughn and Ryder Barloon did not respond.

Octavia Zagaya held her sword, her eyes narrowed. The psychic energy that had surged not long ago had now subsided, like the rising and setting of the sun and moon, in a cyclical pattern. This was a fluid, not fixed, balance; the essence of "harmony" lay in this.

"They think they can be the mantis stalking the cicada while the fisherman reaps the benefits."

Only one person was speaking.

Song Shi.

His pupils blazed with fire and reflected gold, and a murderous intent rose between his brows. The dense sea of ​​flames that had engulfed the sky was stirred, transforming from its original blazing intensity into a bone-chilling murderous intent.

The crimson-gold flames silently took on streaks of deep black, a result of the self-created psionic technique [Calamity Flame]. Violent baleful intent surged forth, like a scorching hot wind sweeping across the heavens and earth.

After such a long standoff, the vast military forces that had been fighting desperately on the winding battle line below have unknowingly come to a halt.

The Eastern Continent Republic suffered the first murder of its president, and then witnessed the destruction of the space carrier "Suspended Mountain". Despite their grief and anger, and their determination to sacrifice themselves for their country, their actions were inevitably thwarted, leaving them momentarily confused.

As for the Vanpusta Empire, it was clear to everyone that the current situation was almost entirely due to the four figures standing high in the sky. Therefore, they temporarily suspended their offensive, waited for an opportunity, and left the final outcome to be determined.

As the [Calamity Flame] ignited, a chilling and piercingly malevolent aura swept across the entire battlefield, dousing the battlefield with cold water and extinguishing many desires.

Song Shi ignored Chaklo Vaughn and Ryder Baloo, and before anyone could react, he swung the Heavy Slayer sword out!

The heavy weapon held in the hand is a single-person weapon, neither too long nor too short. But when time slows down a thousandfold, one can clearly see that from the moment it is swung to the moment it is slashed, flames of black, red, and gold burst forth from the blade.

The sea of ​​flames hanging high in the sky was also surging, with torrents rushing down, following the pull of Chong Shi. Looking from afar, Chong Shi appeared like an iron chopstick dragging syrup, creating an extremely magnificent and dazzling trail! The object of this dazzling trail was none other than Ruan Fa!

The attack came suddenly, almost like a sudden outburst, but none of those present were weaklings. They might have been caught off guard by the initial strike, but they had time to react when it came down.

A flash appeared in Shi Quanwei's palm, and a special structure resembling a 33x3 Rubik's Cube instantly appeared. Around him, the network that had been laid out but hidden suddenly emerged.

The environment resembled an unrendered white model, appearing completely out of place with reality. Then, dense three-dimensional grid lines suddenly spread out, layer upon layer, forming an exceptionally intricate structure.

He is called the "Observer" because his psychic abilities and technology are both specialized in "structure," much like an engineer who stands outside a machine and observes its structure.

Faced with the overwhelming [Calamity], he needs to receive it through the network domain, process it through a series of procedures, and direct it to reclaim the airspace, thereby completing the task of controlling it.

A hand landed on Shi Quanwei's shoulder. It wasn't light; the hand applied force, which traveled through the pressure to press down the 33x3 Rubik's Cube structure in Shi Quanwei's palm.

Turn around and look.

Just a moment ago, Ruan Fa was lost in thought, seemingly oblivious to everything else, but now she seemed to have snapped back to reality. Her deep blue eyes remained unwaveringly indifferent, and as she lifted the hand that was holding Shi Quanwei, she stepped past him.

This fair but not slender hand, which instead exudes a unique sense of strength, is outstretched and aimed at the fireworks that have traveled from afar.

—A sudden clench!
The violent killing intent, the destructive killing power, and the magnificent momentum—all these overflowing elements were "squeezed out" along with the fireworks!

It was as if an invisible, immense force had gripped them tightly, choking them until they couldn't breathe. And through this brutal, head-pressing method, they were forced to admit their mistakes.

laugh!
The fireworks lasted for a moment, then suddenly dissipated with a bang. The grand and spectacular fireworks display had truly become just another ordinary, dazzling fireworks display for a festival. Tiny sparks of light slowly drifted down, scattering across the sky.

—The second stage of the true spirit, "correction"!
Ruan Fa viewed this attack as an unnecessary mistake and corrected it.

Ruan Fa stared at his palm, the hand that had just grasped the flaming hand, now bearing visible burn marks. However, these marks disappeared quickly, and within a few breaths, his hand returned to its original pale white state.

She muttered to herself, "Not at the summit."

Song Shi frowned, then relaxed. He turned slightly and exhaled a long breath, like the final adjustment before intense exercise.

The result wasn't entirely unexpected. Rather, it would have been abnormal if the opponent hadn't been that strong; only an opponent of this caliber would be qualified to compete for the throne of gods.

However, the plan needs to be revised a couple of times.
If the original plan was to defeat Octavia Zagaya while guarding against Ryder Barlow's sudden all-in attack, it was by no means an easy task. However, upon closer examination, it was also difficult to call it an extremely arduous challenge.

Subconsciously, there might still be a glimmer of composure in their minds.

But Ruan Fa is different. In his current state, facing her is a thousand times more dangerous than walking a tightrope. Any tiny mistake could lead to defeat.

No, it's not about how small or small the mistake is. If you want to defeat your opponent, it's not about how big the mistake can be, but about being better than the best, more amazing than the amazing. It's not about "not making mistakes" but about "doing better". Only in this way can you glimpse that elusive chance of victory!

just.

The probability is not zero.

What else is there to say?

Ruan Fa noticed the intense attention directed at her, but she remained unmoved, simply uttered an "oh," and raised her hand again.

"—Chaklo Vaughn."

The increasingly subtle and eerie atmosphere was suddenly broken by a voice.

This is the voice of Ryder Baroun.

He held the massive metal tower shield in one hand and slowly placed it behind his back, while the cross-shaped sword was drawn and held vertically.

He straightened his stance, holding his sword in one hand, looking straight ahead at Chaklo Vaughn, who was thousands of meters away, and said clearly, "I'm going to strike."

Chakro narrowed his eyes.

In an instant, he vanished from his spot, and when he reappeared, he had already thrown a punch at the chief knight!

flash.

There was a flash of light.

Song Shi saw Chaklo's punch, but he didn't see Ryder Baloo's sword strike clearly!
To be precise, I didn't see clearly the way the other person swung the sword.

After the initial "I didn't see it clearly," a massive streak of light burst forth in less than a thousandth of a second, stretching across the sky!

This stream of light was a pale, light white-gold color. It was not magnificent at all, its light was not dazzling, and it didn't even exude any power. Its only outstanding feature was its solidity.

An unbelievable solidification.

Although its form of expression is "light," something that has always been considered illusory and intangible, at this moment, this stream of light that stretches across the sky clearly gives people a sense of solidity. It is even more solid than solidity, like a liquid solidifying into a solid, and the solid being compressed into a dense substance!
There was nothing else, no other strange or bizarre power.

It's just about being "fast" and "solid".

The streak of light came fast and went even faster, lingering on the retina for only a moment. In that instant, Chaklo didn't even make a "bang" sound before being sent flying backward at an even greater speed than when he came! One second he was closing in on Ryder Baloron, and the next he had become a tiny black dot at the edge of his vision!
boom--

Long!
Another second later, the black dot roared back!

The black dot grew larger, the atmosphere was shattered in one breath, and Chaklo Vaughn returned to the battlefield, struck directly by the streak of sword light. Yet, he remained calm and composed, his aura steady, as immovable as a mountain. It was as if the swift sword strike had done no harm to him.

Ryder Baloron remained calm, seemingly deep in thought. Just as Chaklo Vaughn was about to throw another punch, he sheathed his sword and took a step back.

"withdraw troops."

(End of this chapter)