Fate's Choice: Livestream at the Start Summoning Billions of Ravens

The black longsword in the original sin body's hand was swung at an extremely fast frequency, leaving a dark vacuum trail in the air with each strike.

It has no unnecessary movements, no need to build up energy, and no need to adjust its breathing.

Its sword techniques have stripped away all the embellishments called "aesthetics," leaving only the purest killing efficiency.

"Data correction." The voice of the original sin entity rang out without any inflection, "Sword path deviation 0.03 millimeters, kinetic energy loss reduced by 12%."

It was teaching Li Bai how to use a sword.

Use Li Bai's most prized sword technique to dismember him.

Li Bai rolled around in the ruins in a sorry state. Just as he dodged a straight thrust, a piece of flesh was sliced ​​off his left shoulder by the sword energy that followed.

Blood stained half of his blue robe.

He was so familiar with these moves; he had practiced every move, every strike, in his mind countless times.

But he couldn't stop it.

Because the other party was too fast, too heavy, and too perfect.

If Li Bai's sword is a freehand ink painting of mountains and rivers, then the sword of the Original Sin Body is an industrial blueprint cut by a precision machine tool.

The former emphasizes blank space and artistic conception, while the latter pursues absolute precision and tolerance.

"Is this your limit?" The original sin body flipped its wrist.

The black sword energy surged.

[A waterfall plunges three thousand feet]

In Li Bai's hands, this move is like the Milky Way hanging upside down, a waterfall cascading from the heavens, carrying a grand romanticism. But in the hands of the Original Sin Body, this poem has been altered.

There is only one high-energy fluid blade compressed to its limit.

It doesn't spread or splash; all the energy is confined within that thin layer of black light film.

It was like a waterjet cutting machine at full power, cleaving down on Li Bai's head.

Li Bai parried with his sword.

clang!

The Azure Lotus Sword let out a mournful cry, unable to bear the weight any longer.

The enormous impact shattered the rocks beneath Li Bai's feet.

He felt as if he had been hit head-on by a heavy artillery shell, his feet carving two deep furrows in the ground, and he slid for dozens of meters before finally coming to a stop.

With a "whoosh".

Li Bai spat out a mouthful of blood; the area between his thumb and forefinger was completely rotten, revealing the white bones.

……

The real world.

Billions of viewers in front of their screens were glued to this scene.

asphyxia.

An unprecedented sense of frustration gripped the hearts of every Chinese person.

If they were defeated by some unknown evil god, perhaps that would be acceptable.

But what does this mean? Being beaten like a dog by one's own shadow, by a monster who stole one's poetry and swordsmanship?

"Stop hitting him...it's too horrible..."

"What's the big deal? That's the Poet Immortal! That's our Li Bai!"

"Piracy kills the original? Has this damned world stopped obeying the laws of physics?"

The comments section was filled with wailing.

Some people even smashed their keyboards in anger.

The pain of having one's faith trampled upon is more unbearable than physical wounds.

Especially when the original sin entity raises its sword again.

It stood at the highest point of the ruins, looking down at the blood-soaked swordsman in blue.

Those eyes, burning with garbled data, revealed an emotion called "pity"—the arrogance of a higher being towards a lower being.

"Your algorithm is outdated."

The original sin entity slowly opened its mouth, and the black mud behind it began to boil. Countless black particles shot into the sky and gathered above its head to form a surging river.

"The emotion module is meaningless except for increasing the computational burden."

"Look carefully."

"This is the ultimate logic."

hum-

The space began to tremble.

That was a gravitational wave caused by the accumulation of mass to its limit.

The black river above the head of the original sin body was no longer an illusory sword aura, but a materialized abyssal energy.

Every drop of "water" is a liquid magic compressed from countless despairs and curses.

It intends to use Li Bai's strongest weapon to send him on his way.

"Have you not seen..."

The voice of the original sin entity, electronically synthesized, was as grand as a divine oracle, resounding throughout the ruins of New Delhi.

"The Yellow River's waters come from the sky!"

Rumble!

The black Milky Way has breached its banks.

With an overbearing will to devour and assimilate everything, it crushed down on that tiny blue figure.

The power of this attack, amplified by the Abyss Core, has surpassed the A++ level and touched the edge of a World-class Noble Phantasm.

The entire city ruins groaned under this oppressive force.

A certain death trap.

however.

In the ruins, the blood-covered man moved.

Li Bai swayed as he straightened up, as if he were drunk, his steps unsteady.

"Oh……"

A soft chuckle.

Then came laughter.

"Hahahaha!"

Li Bai laughed wildly, looking up at the sky. He laughed so hard he almost fell over, and tears were streaming down his face.

Even the Azure Lotus Sword in his hand drooped down, its tip dragging on the ground, completely unprepared.

The original sin body paused for an extremely slight moment.

Its logic library cannot parse this behavior. When faced with a fatal attack, the target does not show fear or anger, but rather... mockery?

"What are you laughing at?" the original sin body asked.

"I laugh at you for being a pathetic wretch."

Li Bai wiped the blood from his face, raised his head, and his eyes, which had been somewhat unfocused, now shone with an alarming brightness.

"You learned my sword, you learned my poetry, and even this body is an imitation."

"But there's one thing you haven't learned."

Li Bai pointed to his chest.

"Heart."

The data eyes of the original sin entity flickered: "Heart? That's a useless variable."

"useless?"

Li Bai shook his head, his face full of regret. "So, you're just a useless shell. Poetry has never existed to kill, nor has the sword."

"You've turned 'waterfalls cascading down' into a cutting machine, and 'the Yellow River's waters' into a mudslide. The power is great, and the efficiency is high."

"But that's not beautiful."

Li Bai sighed.

"It's not beautiful at all."

The original sin entity stopped arguing. Logic told it that talking to this insane human was a waste of time, so it pressed its palm down.

boom!

The long, black river overhead, which had been gathering momentum for a long time, crashed down with a devastating roar.

It will use absolute power to grind this poet, who only knows how to talk, and his theories into dust.

Faced with that overwhelming black despair.

Li Bai did not move.

He simply closed his eyes gently.

At that moment, he forgot his injuries, forgot that this was a war concerning the survival of the world, and even forgot the sword in his hand.

He went back to that night.

The moonlight in Chang'an was beautiful, and the wine was piping hot. He and his shadow made three, dancing with the moon. At that time, there were no abysses, no monsters, only boundless passion and inexhaustible talent.

Who says you can't get drunk without alcohol?

This world, these mountains and rivers, this devastated human realm—aren't they all good accompaniments to a drink?

As long as there is a moon in your heart.

Everywhere is Chang'an.

"Enjoy life while you can..."

Li Bai murmured softly.

He moved.

It lacked any earth-shattering momentum or the sharpness to tear through space.

He was like a drunken dancer, casually waving his sleeve in his own backyard.

The Azure Lotus Sword drew a crooked circle as he moved.

"Do not use the golden goblet..."

"The moon hangs in the sky."

brush.

A light appeared.

Cold, hazy, and even somewhat fragile, this sliver of moonlight seemed so out of place, yet so breathtaking, in this desolate world covered by the black mud of the abyss.

It floated lightly towards the roaring black river.

What happened next caused the brains of billions of viewers around the world to collectively freeze.

The long, black river, powerful enough to crush mountains and containing terrifying energy, stopped the moment it came into contact with the moonlight.

It was like a raging beast having its forehead gently stroked.

The concepts of "killing intent," "destruction," and "devouring" contained within are like ice and snow meeting boiling water, melting away silently.

The once ferocious and roaring black dragon suddenly turned into a stagnant pool of water, and then dissipated.

Splash!

Millions of tons of black mud lost their cohesive power and turned into ordinary sewage, which poured down on Li Bai's face, but not a single drop of water could touch the hem of his clothes.

"This...this is impossible!"

The original sin entity emitted a piercing electronic noise, and its logic core was frantically reporting errors.

[WARNING! Attack nullified!]

[Error! Unable to parse energy properties!]

What is this? What is this? What is this?

It doesn't understand.

Why would energy capable of destroying matter be neutralized by a beam of light that has no destructive power?

"Because it's 'meaning,' you idiot."

Li Bai's figure had somehow already passed through the dark rain.

He appeared before the original sin entity.

The two were less than three feet apart.

Li Bai casually thrust his sword forward.

"Raise a cup to invite the bright moon."

"Looking at my reflection..."

"Three people in total."