Odd Containment Specialist.

Chapter 497: Death of Black Impermanence

Xia Shou entered the blood demon mode and used his body to withstand the attack of the mourning stick.

Everyone saw that when the huge stick hit Xia Shou, it seemed to encounter some huge obstruction and did not fall down with great force.

Compared to when Xia Shou's body was intact, Xia Shou, who has now turned into blood, has shown an even stronger defense!
"boom!"

The mourning stick fell on the other intact side of Xia Shou's body, causing him to stagger. Half of his body exploded into splattering blood foam, and then the blood re-formed the shape of a human body.

Then when the third stick fell, the strong defensive power appeared again. When the mourning stick hit his shoulder, the bluestone ground under Xia Shou's feet cracked into fine lines, but Xia Shou's standing posture did not even change much.

This is one of the abilities included in the Blood Demon Mode, a skill acquired from the leader of the Blood Mother Cult, [Flesh Swamp], which allows the body to acquire non-Newtonian fluid-like properties, and exhibit an unparalleled kinetic energy absorption rate when subjected to a huge impact.

"Is this still a human being?" a timekeeper exclaimed softly.

"Lord Pedros, what do you think?" Pedros's deputy asked softly, and the other timekeepers also cast curious glances.

"Very strong." Pedros commented briefly, looking quietly at Xia Shou who was confronting Hei Wuchang, as if he was thinking about something.

The punctual people could see that Pedros actually had a lot of thoughts, but he only gave them this noncommittal comment.

No. 102 had already moved aside, and the battlefield was completely taken over by Xia Shou, while Gu Liang and Shen Fei finally got precious time for treatment.

After several unsuccessful attacks with the mourning stick, Hei Wuchang's expression suddenly turned ferocious: "How dare you, a mere ghost, act so presumptuously in front of your Lord Wuchang!"

Xia Shou raised his hand, aimed, and pulled the trigger.

【Blood Terror Revolver】!
The bullet made of blood shot into Hei Wuchang's body, and then exploded into scarlet crystalline spikes, piercing the already fragile charcoal-like body into even smaller pieces.

This was the first time they had caused harm to Hei Wuchang. Before that, no one had ever made an effective attack on him.

Those superpowers that are directly effective on the target are completely ineffective against Hei Wuchang due to their low levels, while the superpowers that attack indirectly have no chance of attacking at all due to the existence of the Mourning Stick.

If you don't dodge the mourning stick, you will end up being turned into minced meat.

And avoiding the mourning stick will result in the soul leaving the body.

Before, except for No. 102 who could withstand the wailing stick and create a very short opportunity for others to attack, the others couldn't even protect themselves.

But now, the fighting methods displayed by Xia Shouzheng were beyond their imagination.

"Die to me!"

Hei Wuchang raised his hand, and the mourning stick fell from the sky like a copper pillar, hitting Xia Shou's shoulder heavily.

Accompanied by a dull thud, Xia Shou's shoulders collapsed, and a large amount of blood splashed into the surrounding air. The blood drops decomposed into blood mist, enveloping Xia Shou.

Xia Shouru was like an iron statue, standing still and enduring the opponent's attacks like a sandbag.

He leaned sideways, carrying the mourning stick, raised the revolvers in both hands, then took aim and pulled the trigger!

"boom!"

Red crystal spikes exploded on Hei Wuchang's shoulder, and boiling magma spurted out from the wound.

Hei Wuchang let out a groan of shock and anger and staggered back.

When he removed the mourning stick from Xia Shou's shoulder, the blood that splashed from Xia Shou's body turned into blood mist, and then immediately regrouped and returned to its original form!

"If I remember correctly, it should be the ghost messenger Hei Wuchang who specializes in seducing people's souls in Chinese legends, right?" A foreign timekeeper confirmed in disbelief.

"That's the mythical creature that's been recorded in the literature. He's actually fighting that monster!"

"Wouldn't Xia Shou have any consumption in that state?"

"Are those two guns in his hands holy relics?"

The timekeepers watched this scene in shock, and they had a more concrete understanding of the power of the Control Bureau. The witch's trump card alone was already like this, so how powerful was the real hidden power of the Control Bureau?
Xia Shou has completely turned into liquid, with Alice floating behind him. The maid with her eyes closed has transparent golden hair hanging down behind the bloody man, and her hands are wrapped around Xia Shou's neck like shackles.

In the eyes of others, this scene had a strange religious meaning, as if an angel was sealing a demon... The only thing that made people feel uncomfortable was that the angel's movements and expression were so gentle and peaceful.

Under Xia Shou's feet, the red line that originally connected to Hei Wuchang and represented death had disappeared.

He knew that this was a dead end and he took the trump card of reaching the pinnacle into consideration.

As long as he activates [Reaching the Pinnacle in No One], then as long as he touches Hei Wuchang once, he can use [Perpetual Same Injury] to inflict the same damage to Hei Wuchang.

But there is no difference between winning and losing. The price of reaching the pinnacle is too high, he cannot afford it. It is the last trump card he can use when he really cannot win.

But now, he feels he can win!
His entire body had almost turned to blood, except for the scorpion-shaped spine on his back, which was soaked in blood and still fixed at the position where the spine should be on his body.

Although there is no real entity anymore, he can still sense the existence of the scorpion spine, not through nerves or cells, but through some abnormal connection!

The functionality of the Blood Demon Mode allows the Scorpion Spine to still function.

"Bang bang bang bang!!!"

Xia Shou fired continuously, and the bullets kept hitting the other party's hand holding the mourning stick.

Scarlet spikes exploded continuously on the wrist, shattering into red flames.

A few seconds later, the arm on Hei Wuchang's back was broken, and the heavy mourning stick fell to the ground. He stumbled backward, and his right foot suddenly broke on its own, and his body fell to the ground crookedly.

Xia Shou stared at the other person's movements intently.

Hei Wuchang struggled to stand up and suddenly let out a sinister and creepy laugh.

"Okay, okay, okay... Soul-Catching Rope, go!"

He threw the chain in his hand toward the ground, and the end of the chain sank directly into the ground. A pool of bright red blood began to spread slowly with the chain as the center.

"Brother Niu, I'm sorry."

Hei Wuchang sighed and threw the bull head in his hand into the pool of blood under the chain.

Then he loosened his grip on the chain and let the entire chain slide into the pool of blood.

When the ends of the chains disappeared, the pool of blood slowly closed and disappeared without a trace.

Then, Hei Wuchang turned his head, stared in the direction in front of him with his empty eyes that had lost their pupils, and sneered.

"Oh, I'm on my own, and you guys are all on your own.

If you want to cross the bridge, then go ahead.

There are many powerful tricks waiting for you...ha..."

After saying this, Hei Wuchang's body made a "crackling" sound of gravel falling off, as if he was a long-weathered fossil, which shattered and disintegrated under the action of a slight external force.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a pile of black fragments, with a relatively intact head and a tall hat with the words "Peace in the World" written on it.

"do you died?"

The timekeeper behind him asked from a distance, his voice deliberately kept low, as if he was afraid that Hei Wuchang would come back to life.

Xia Shou walked up to Hei Wuchang's remains and looked at his head and the only intact arm in his torso, which was the arm that grew on his back and had its wrist broken by Xia Shou.

"How strange." Xia Shou said to himself.

As he spoke, the black shadow under Xia Shou's feet spread out, taking in the remains of Hei Wuchang.

(End of this chapter)