A brave man may not live, but he cannot die

Chapter 306 Qinchuan 258
For a fleeting moment, Quinn felt that his surname wasn't Qin, but Sun.

Am I Mr. Q?

Wow, this is really awesome.

I was the one who spread the Abyss's extraordinary abilities, I was the one who kicked the old lady, I was the one who turned on the laser pointer at the concert, I was the one who started the fire at Notre Dame Cathedral, and I was the one who led the runner-up to Shang K Road.
Seeing that Quinn remained silent for a long time, the strange man dressed as a Kamen Rider sneered: "What mischief did you get up to at Branson's house earlier?"

Honestly, the only bad thing Quinn did at his girlfriend's house was at Red Cliff, which was just a minor incident. There was no need to make a big fuss about it.
"This friend."

Quinn took a step back, suppressing his hostility: "I'm not Mr. Q. I think we need to talk."

"I can smell the stench of the abyss on you." The strange man raised his hands, and towering walls, like trees bursting from the ground, surrounded Quinn. "Can't you rats from the abyss's gutter come up with something new? Don't just shake your heads and deny it the moment you're caught—"

The stench of the abyss?
Quinn paused, remembering the beloved ring in his pocket.

If there's anything of value hidden within me, it's this diamond ring from my parents.

But even the Nibelungen array at the academy failed to detect that the ring came from the abyss, so how could he smell it?

Or are you trying to trick me?

The strange man suddenly moved.

An ancient language burst forth from his abdomen, a sound no human could produce, a low-frequency sound wave only whales or dolphins could hear. When this sound reached Quinn's ears, he felt a stinging pain in his eardrums; it was as if the man was singing a hymn.

The high wall that had blocked him suddenly began to shake, and the ground began to tremble in response to the strange man's words; it was practically an earthquake!
Quinn was shocked and couldn't help but wonder if the academy would come looking for them after making such a commotion in downtown Ashwell.

Cracks covered the high walls, and then countless bricks and debris rained down, their edges sharp or rough, aimed straight at Quinn and falling as fast as arrows!

Quinn knew there was no point in negotiating, yet this astonishing scene in the Demon King's Eye showed no trace of Mana; the falling bricks undoubtedly possessed physical form, and he could almost feel the approaching gale—

The strange man stopped chanting. Although he hadn't done anything, his breathing became rapid, and there were sweat stains on his underwear, indicating that the strange sound he had just made had taken a heavy toll on him.

But the effect was equally tremendous. Looking at the scene before him, which seemed to be the earth churning and bricks and stones flying everywhere, he could almost see the "Mr. Q" wearing glasses being buried under the pile of stones.

boom! !

The strange man's eyelid twitched. Was this the kind of noise a katana could make?
A terrifying cloud of smoke billowed up, and the rain of bricks seemed to strike not a human, but a rampaging chariot! The katana hummed, its vibrations unlike the crisp sound of the Black Dragon sword; instead, they evoked the dull thud of a battering ram smashing through a city gate. Brick dust scattered everywhere, melting and dissipating on the katana's blade like cotton meeting quenched iron.

After shattering the approaching bricks with a single slash, Quinn, perched atop the high wall, crouched low and charged straight down, his posture resembling that of a swordfish charging towards its prey in the turbulent currents of the ocean.

A short syllable came out of the strange man's mouth, still a low-frequency eerie sound that no normal person could produce.

Quinn collided with the sonic wave. He felt as if an invisible barrier of air opened up in front of him, and his mind went blank for a moment. This feeling was similar to when he first faced the aura of an ancient dragon, as if his heartbeat and breathing were about to stop.

Fortunately, Quinn's mental strength far exceeded that of an ordinary Sequence 7. This state of mental tremor lasted only a moment before he broke free. However, his offensive posture of leaping down from the height was also interrupted. Quinn landed, reversed his grip on the katana, turned around and cleaved the bricks that came rushing in like a tornado.

With a crackling sound, shattered bricks scattered on the ground, while the strange man had already shifted his position and retreated along the muddy road to the alley entrance.

"A katana?" The strange man's shrill voice sounded quite surprised.

Quinn bent his left arm, tucked the blade between his arms, and pulled it through, wiping away the dust. Despite such a fierce attack, the dull, matte gray blade didn't even have a shallow scratch; the layers of Damascus steel patterns remained as unshakeable as mountains.

“It’s called ‘卍解！〆葬爱丿刀’ (Bankai! 〆葬爱丿刀).” Quinn introduced his beloved knife to him.

“Hey, I’ve already told you I’m not an Abyss Transcendent.” Quinn hesitated whether to reveal his academy identity, but that would mean exposing his identity as 'Shelby'.

"Stop? Since you're searching Mr. Q, we can talk—"

"Talk?" The strange man gave a chilling sneer, like a eunuch catching his concubine in adultery. "Your blade also carries the scent of the abyss, Father. You are a lost wolf who has strayed before me; how can you release it back to the plains?"

Heavenly Father?

Quinn thought to himself, "You're a dog, how come you didn't smell Grindelwald's scent on me?"

The eerie, ear-piercing groaning resumed, and based on his brief observation, Quinn guessed that his abilities were all related to this strange chanting.

The absence of mana ruled out arcane and magical techniques, and the priests' prayers didn't seem particularly strange. Therefore, Quinn's only remaining suspect was the most mysterious and rarest of the extraordinary warrior classes—

【Secret Envoy】.

Through ancient incantations called "word magic," one resonates with a certain unobservable law in the spirit world or the world, thereby manipulating the special power of nature and elements.

The only incantations that low-sequence envoys can use are exorcism or divination. This scene, which resembles a disaster movie, is obviously not caused by low-level incantations. If this strange man is an envoy, then he is at least a mid-sequence superhuman, and may even have reached the Sequence Six limit that Axwell can accommodate.

The gravel stopped falling, the high walls blocking the sky stopped trembling, and the medium of gravity, "air," seemed to have disappeared. The broken bricks and stones floated above the alley and circled among the high-rises and walls like flocks of birds.

Quinn had no idea what was going to happen.

Words of power are completely different from arcane magic. Arcane magic can be understood through reading and learning, much like a biologist identifies an unfamiliar species through physical characteristics. Similarly, one can guess the function of an unfamiliar arcane spell based on its features. However, words of power are never recorded in books. This knowledge originates from extraordinary characteristics and is the most terrifying and unpredictable among extraordinary individuals. It is also the most serious form of mental pollution. High-ranking cipher masters are extremely rare, and no one knows what advanced words of power would look like.

But Quinn knew at least that he had to interrupt the chanting immediately.

In the strange man's eyes, Quinn suddenly approached, his figure so fast it was almost blurry. But even faster was the terrifying katana, its swing so fast it was impossible to discern. Where the katana would fall was unpredictable, for he could only see a sliver of silver light slicing straight toward him.

The killing intent was so swift that the strange man couldn't discern the person's destiny. Among the abyssal destinies he knew, none could grant such terrifying physical attributes. Even among combat-class individuals, under the constraints of Grindelwald's protective mountain array, he couldn't imagine anyone moving so fast, unless he encountered another Sequence Six, specifically a ninja or thief with a destiny skilled in speed.

The short syllables were uttered again, which is the difference between a cleric and an arcane mage. Once an arcane incantation is interrupted, it is considered a failure, while the spell has the redundancy of variations and can even change the content at will.

In the previous exchange, Quinn was forced back by this move, his mind shaken and all his movements rendered stagnant. However, this time, Quinn was almost unaffected. The jagged black lines on the katana's blade had somehow become stained with blood, and Quinn's face contorted into a ferocious expression, his eyes turning bloodshot like those of an angry Vajra. The 'Wrath' of the Seven Deadly Sins of the Abyss amplified his sanity at this moment through the fragments of the black katana.

The two seemed to be separated by half an alley, but with Quinn's full-speed sprint, it would only take a moment for them to meet. The strange man did not expect his mental tremor to fail, and he only had time to lean back before the Grim Reaper's blade was already upon him.

But the strange man did not stop chanting the incantation.

Sweating profusely and panting heavily, he spread his arms wide, letting Quinn attack him.

Quinn suddenly felt the world turn upside down. The ground beneath his feet was no longer the ground, but the wall behind the monster was the sky. Gravity had abruptly changed, and this slight stagger slowed down the katana he was handing over. The monster had already "fallen" against the wall.

The feeling of weightlessness changed in an instant, while the wall behind the monster split into layers, extending into countless circles in Quinn's eyes like a kaleidoscope. The monster was dragged backward by one wall after another, alternating downwards. This method was extremely bizarre.

Quinn recalled Seville's teachings.

In his previous street training, Quinn had never encountered a secret agent. Even the all-powerful boss couldn't find a low-ranking secret agent in the underworld. He said he would have to try his luck at a mental hospital.

There is a mnemonic device for encountering a secret envoy.

'It's fake. It's all the delusions of a mentally ill person. The secret agent has plenty of methods, but remember, you have plenty of strength—'

The boss said this approach works most of the time, most of the time.

Quinn asked what would happen if a small portion of it didn't work?
The boss said that meant he had encountered a high-level secret envoy. Encountering that kind of super-powerful psychopath is like having black smoke rising from one's family graves; no amount of thinking will work because high-level incantations aren't delusions, but reality.

The katana slammed against the high wall blocking his path. A fierce glint flashed in Quinn's eyes. His anger led him to choose the most savage method of attack. His other hand, which was cut by the black blade, pressed against the hilt. Ignoring the ground engulfing his feet, he gripped the katana with both hands and exerted force. The terrifying weight of the blade swept everything away.

It was like cutting a stack of paper with a cleaver. These brick walls weren't given any special properties; they were just ordinary, unremarkable clay building materials, even considered weak enough to be considered substandard on Earth. But Quinn's slash could split even steel bars apart!

The walls shattered, the magically alternating high walls unable to keep up with the speed of destruction. The katana, seemingly slow but actually fast, destroyed layer after layer of brick walls, eventually spreading out in ripples more devastating than the trembling earth. After a deafening, rumbling collapse, the strange man hidden in the walls fell to the ground, with no walls left for him to lean on.

His strange clothes were torn open by the force of the katana, leaving bloody streaks, and even a corner of his bra was torn off, revealing long hair covered in dust.

Quinn raised an eyebrow and stopped wielding his sword.

"You are."

The man had stopped singing and seemed to be sneering.

"If you have nothing more to say, please take action immediately."

Quinn felt a chill run down his spine; an extremely ominous premonition surged within him, his senses, rooted in his heroic nature, were frantically warning him—

He turned back indifferently. When had such a shocking sight ever appeared in the sky above Eswell? The high wall had vanished without a trace, leaving only thousands of bricks and stones forming a vortex. Smoke and dust were scattered everywhere. Those things were twisted into a terrifying behemoth, like a dragon, a snake, or the tip of a spear or sword, layer upon layer, emitting a thunderous roar, coming straight at him from the sky and the earth!

Quinn silently watched the city crumble before him. On the night of the entrance ceremony, he had seen Hermes' "Snake." At that time, the castle collapsed, and the corridor he was in was coiled and separated by a giant snake. The snake's head, with its gaping maw, seemed capable of swallowing the ancient academy corridor whole.

What I saw now was even more breathtaking.

Is this the power of words?
He knew that extraordinary beings were powerful, but he didn't believe that a Sequence Six cultivator possessed such methods as those of the Dharma Body. Compared to this guy, Ike, also a Sequence Six cultivator, was practically incomparably weak in terms of smoke and ninjutsu, as if he were from a completely different dimension.

Quinn reached out, pointing to the colossal, towering brick and stone structure, and silently chanted—

'Certainly.'

In an instant, the chain-like golden light spread to everything in sight.

Even though he had only locked onto the incoming bricks, the smoke and dust that stretched for kilometers, the muddy ground like a swamp, the ruins destroyed by the katana, and the strange man on the ground with a look of certain death on his face—all of them were tinged with a magical golden hue and froze in place.

Logically speaking, the immobilization spell can affect everything; even the hero Merlin could immobilize the Demon King.

However, this is not without cost. The stronger, more numerous, and larger the target of the immobilization, the more mental energy Quinn consumes, and the shorter the time he can immobilize it. Against an enemy like Leticia, he cannot even immobilize it for a moment before dying from mental exhaustion.

But at this moment, Quinn felt refreshed and invigorated, his mental exertion was about the same as when he had frozen a sparrow.

With a flick of the katana, the Kamen Rider's underwear mask was sliced ​​open.

Seeing that familiar face, Quinn helplessly reverted to his original voice: "Sisa?"

Seeing that the other party was still frozen in place and did not respond, Quinn casually wiped away his disguise and took off his wig. Since things had come to this point, continuing to hide this disguise would only lead to countless misunderstandings, so it was better to just lay it all out.

Then, Quinn stomped hard on the frozen path, trying to break the immobilization spell, otherwise who knows how long he would be frozen.

Unexpectedly, with this stomp, all the terrifying phenomena vanished without a trace, the alley returned to normal, the sky was filled with cumulus clouds, and the post-rain sun shone hotly on the puddles—except for the wall in front of Quinn, which he had actually destroyed. Inside, there seemed to be a laundry room, and several employees dropped the clothes they were carrying and ran away screaming.

However, there was no trace of Sissa on the ground.

Quinn sensed something and turned to meet the awkward Sysa's gaze.

The priest in the black robes didn't look injured at all. His left hand was raised high, holding a brick that hadn't been thrown down yet, as if he wanted to hit Quinn from behind.

"This knife was given to me by the academy," Quinn explained first, then glanced sideways and asked, "Do you have anything to say about this?"

Sissa calmly withdrew his left hand, then calmly tossed the brick away, and chuckled dryly, "I don't remember anything from the past. What a coincidence, you're also searching for Mr. Q? Haha."

(End of this chapter)