Abnormal Moon

A tear welled up in her eye, and then burst forth.

"Get out here! Don't leave with my embarrassing history! Waaaaaah! Why am I so unlucky? Waaaaaah..."

Boqi-chan's demonic aura vanished in the blink of an eye.

She stood there crying, tears streaming down her face, her expression one of utter despair, looking utterly miserable.

Two chapters are still owed.

Chapter 365 Let Blood Flow Here (82k)

In front of the main gate of the college.

At this moment, the six figures were fighting back and forth, and the scene was filled with flying sand and stones, flashing swords and shadows, extremely dangerous.

The blond youth wielding the broken-hand sword and the old man carrying the guitar faced off, each advancing and retreating, maintaining a ten-meter perimeter.

Haruta Shigemitsu looked at Yoshinobu Rakuganji with a sinister expression, his face as ugly as if he had eaten shit.

"I like to bully the weak, but this old man is anything but weak!"

"Clang!"

The resounding sound, like a long river, rushed towards us, shaking our hearts and lungs, making our eardrums and internal organs ache.

Leyan Temple held a guitar in his hands and played it with great passion, his body swaying back and forth, the sound of the guitar filled with murderous intent.

"You can play so loudly even without any speakers. I'll sue you for disturbing the peace!"

Under the sonic attack, Haruta Shigemitsu felt every part of his body resonating and vibrating with the sonic waves, and even his internal organs were aching. He could only retreat in a disheveled state.

This is the technique of Rakuganji Yoshinobu.

He transformed his body into a sound amplifier, projecting his magical power as sound.

The stronger the sound wave, the greater the consumption of spell power, and naturally the stronger the power.

Moreover, what's rare is that this ability can affect all living beings in the vicinity who hear the sound. Even non-living things may be destroyed by the resonance of the sound waves, making it a very rare group attack technique.

Under the relentless pressure of the menacing shouts, Haruta Shigemi fled in a sorry state.

Although his escape was extremely pathetic, even resorting to using his hands and feet and offering no resistance, every time Yoshinobu Rakuganji tried to increase his output and condense the sound waves into a beam in an attempt to defeat him in one fell swoop, he was always very lucky, either by slipping or by a short tree appearing in front of him, and he would coincidentally dodge it.

"Coincidence? No, it shouldn't be. He hasn't used any spells yet, so it's probably because his spells aren't for combat, but for self-defense, or perhaps for enhancing eyesight! Could it be a spell that can evade attacks from all directions, or even attacks that are invisible, or something else?"

Yoshinobu Rakuganji frowned slightly, staring coldly at Haruta Shigemi, ready to unleash a deadly sonic attack at the first opportunity.

While clumsily dodging the attacks from Rakuganji Temple, Shigemitsu Haruta's face was beaming with joy.

"Great! My luck is really good!"

On Haruta Shigemi's face, below his eyes, are six black lines resembling animal claws.

That is the effect that his technique essentially manifests.

Haruta Shigemi's technique is—Storing Miracles.

He can erase and store the little miracles of his daily life from his memory, and release them all at once when he encounters life-threatening danger, allowing him to escape fatal attacks through infinite coincidences.

The six claw-like lines below his eyes are the materialized product of accumulated miracles. There are a total of six lines. Each time he coincidentally avoids injury, a certain amount of lines are consumed.

The more fatal the injury, the more energy is consumed.

If it were an attack powerful enough to kill him instantly, to survive such an attack by chance, one would have to consume all six runes.

However, although the sound wave attack of Rakuganji Temple has a large range, its attack power against a single target is somewhat insufficient. It does not pose a great threat to Shigemen Haruta. Even after dodging several of its high-output attacks, it only took one scratch.

Of the six lines below his eyes, only the outermost one of his left eye has become a dotted line, the second line is slowly fading in color, and the other four lines haven't even started functioning yet.

This technique is extremely effective at saving lives and can be unexpectedly useful in critical moments, such as when facing a fatal sneak attack.

However, this technique, though powerful, has its limits. If the opponent is ridiculously strong, so strong that even if all the accumulated miracles are exhausted, it will still be unable to withstand the attack, and the opponent will still be killed on the spot. It is still useless against opponents who are much stronger than oneself, and can only struggle a little longer with the technique.

"In the end, you're just a little more agile than a monkey; you can't escape from my grasp!"

Rakuganji Yoshinobu sneered, his face filled with icy killing intent.

His life-saving techniques could indeed allow him to live longer.

But he could never overcome himself!

Haruta was also helpless.

He dared not approach Leyan Temple at all. The area around Leyan Temple was the place with the strongest sound waves, and the sound wave attacks had no blind spots. If he rushed over easily, he would likely be severely injured in one blow!

If someone were in the know, they would definitely try every means to go all out and rush towards Leyan Temple to create an opportunity for a fatal blow. Any serious damage that might be caused would be dealt with by a miracle. No matter how many runes are consumed, as long as the enemy can be defeated, it would be worth it.

But unfortunately.

Haruta Shigemi had no idea what the principle behind his technique was.

His only understanding of his own technique was—"I was very lucky."

Then there is no more.

Haruta Shigemi dared not charge at Rakuganji. He could only look for gaps in the guitar playing or constantly deplete his magical power. Until such an opportunity arose, he only intended to engage in a skirmish with Rakuganji.

But what no one expected was that there was more than one opportunity.

"Hey!"

Suddenly, an invisible slash came crashing down from nowhere!

A sound like steel piercing flesh flashed by, and a bloodied severed arm was suddenly thrown out.

“Uh-oh!?”

Rakuganji Yoshinobu's expression changed drastically.

A piercing pain shot through his left arm, instantly turning his face deathly pale.

He looked down at his left arm and saw that it had been cut in half at the upper arm, the cut surface was perfectly smooth, and blood was even gushing out like a fountain, quickly staining his clothes and the ground beneath his feet red.

"Damn it! I was too focused on killing the enemy in front of me and forgot to be wary of the enemies behind me. There are still enemies there who can attack from a distance!"

Leyan Temple was furious and looked behind him with a face full of anger.

Coincidentally, there was only one battlefield behind him, the place where Moth Path and the curse master covered in black shadows were located.

The shadowy figure held a knife, and his technique was probably related to slashing. He was the one who had just ambushed him!

"Principal of Leyan Temple!"

It wasn't until he heard the screams from Leyan Temple that Masamichi Yemo turned around and realized what had just happened. His face showed a rare, intense emotion, a mixture of shame and anger.

The shadowy figure had pretended to attack him, but in reality, he used that momentum to openly slash at Principal Rakuenji behind him!

"Was only the left arm severed?"

Upon seeing this, the shadowy figure uttered a low murmur.

"It's a pity."

His features, both in voice and physique, were completely shrouded in shadow. No matter how angry Moth Path was, he could not tell whether he was male or female, or what he looked like.

"This was my lapse in composure, and it's my responsibility to make amends!"

Night Moth gave a low shout and charged at the shadowy figure with a face full of anger.

As his body was strengthened by the cursed power, a large number of cursed skeletons followed at his feet. Each one looked like a doll, ugly and cute, but their strength and speed were quite remarkable, as if one person could form an army.

"I'm not interested in you."

The shadowy figure snorted coldly, his tone utterly indifferent.

He couldn't even sense the slightest bit of killing intent.

It was as if they truly had absolutely no interest in him, and couldn't even be bothered to think of killing him.

His blade almost transformed into light, like a grid, slicing the attacking cursed remains to pieces, none of them able to get close to him. Even the powerful attacks of the Night Moth Path could not shake him in the slightest.

"Is this guy underestimating me by not showing his full strength?"

Night Moth Masamichi was filled with rage, but his mind was perfectly clear.

No matter how you look at it, the shadowy figure's movements are far too composed.

His strength is probably much greater than what he's showing now. If he really goes all out, he doesn't even know if he can withstand it!

"Headmaster of Leyan Temple, do you need any help?"

On the other side, Mingming smiled easily and looked towards Leyan Temple.

At her feet lay the blacksmith, Tanzaku, who was clearly unconscious.

"unnecessary!"

From not far away came Yoshinobu Rakuganji's roar, which he made no attempt to conceal his anger.

Then it's up to you.

Mingming shrugged, seemingly unconcerned.

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