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21.64% AZI: Burial of a Selfish Lunatic / Chapter 84: AZI Volume 2 Chapter 49

Bab 84: AZI Volume 2 Chapter 49

"…"

Tightening his grip on Bai Zhe, Long Hua looks at the fog-shrouded figure with an expression of wariness.

Had this replica of his shizun been fully replicated, then just a single Immortal Suppression Palm would be all that it would take to pulverize him into nothing.

"…Unable to use your divine arts?"

Emerging from the dust clouds, the fog-shrouded figure mutters this beneath his breath—prior to taking a single step forward.

Appearing right in front of Long Hua in the next instance, the fog-shrouded figure bears his blade down on the former's head.

Raising Bai Zhe, Long Hua blocks the falling blade.

Simultaneously, the fog-shrouded figure strikes with his left hand.

*Boom…!* receiving the fog-shrouded figure's punch with his free hand, Long Hua uses the momentum of the former's strike to put some distance between them.

"Hm?"

Coming to a stop, Long Hua glances down at his left hand, which was used to receive the fog-shrouded figure's strike.

Wrapping around his left hand at this time—is a similar set of runes, that were present on the hands conjured through the rotation of the Immortal Suppression Palm.

"…"

In that instance, a light of enlightenment emanates from Long Hua's eyes.

(All the divine arts that were taught to me by shizun can't be used with my current cultivation base. Even if my cultivation base was higher, the spirit Qi in this world can't support them fully… However, similarly to my previous life, none of that should prevent me from demonstrating a weaker version of them.)

Thinking up to this point, Long Hua looks at the fog-shrouded figure with a frown.

(Is this really just a replica?)

Giving no time for Long Hua to linger on this thought, the fog-shrouded figure approaches him once more, and accompanied by a powerful gale, the latter's blade lashes forth!

"…Mountain, mortal realm's most immovable mass."

Positioning his left hand in the trajectory of the blade's movement, Long Hua mutters the incantation used to rotate the Immortal Suppression Palm, and with it, his left arm begins to darken rapidly.

*Boom!* upon the wooden sword hitting Long Hua's wrist, a shockwave goes off.

Despite feeling a numbing sensation—that came as a result of him choosing to receive the strike head-on, Long Hua stands his ground firmly without moving an inch.

Grabbing the wooden sword, Long Hua slashes with his own blade; however, not a moment sooner than the initiation of his attack, the fog-shrouded figure relinquishes their grip over their weapon, to take a step back.

Amidst the fog-shrouded figure's retreat, he presses his palm forward—to throw out a concentrated mass of spirit Qi, that takes on the form of a handprint.

"…"

Taking hold of the wooden sword with his left hand—

*Boom!* Long Hua thrusts it towards the incoming handprint.

"…!"

Gritting his teeth, Long Hua straightens his left arm fully to push the handprint back!

"…"

Towards the returning handprint, the fog-shrouded figure straightens the index and middle fingers of his right hand.

Extending from these fingers is a beam of sword Qi, and accompanied by a brief flash, the fog-shrouded figure swings his right arm, and—

*…!* with effortless ease, he divides the handprint in half!

Just as the two masses of spirit Qi begin to collapse—

"…"

Long Hua closes the distance between them, and swings Bai Zhe, but just as his blade is less than a meter away from his opponent—

"…!"

"…"

Without any hesitation, the fog-shrouded figure lunges his sword Qi covered fingers towards the incoming cold steel!

*Kakaka!* receiving the full brunt of the fog-shrouded figure's counter, Bai Zhe's blade shatters!

Amidst the scattered pieces of metal, an unusual object is mixed in, but the fog-shrouded figure pays no heed to it, as he closes in on Long Hua—who defends himself with the wooden sword, while dropping Bai Zhe's handle.

*Boom! Boom! Boom!* in the span of a few short breaths' worth of time, the two exchanged more than 30 hits with one another.

And with each exchange, a blast of sword Qi would carve up the grounds beneath their feet!

"…?"

Just as the fog-shrouded figure is about to attack once more, he swiftly evades to the side—as a knife attached to a thin wire, flies pass his original position.

Grabbing the incoming knife out of the air, Long Hua begins to run in a circle around the fog-shrouded figure.

On the opposite side, Tian Cheng—who had emerged from the storage pouch that was tossed out earlier, does the same.

"…Oh?"

Realizing that these wires had been coated in Long Hua's sword Qi to reinforce their durability, the fog-shrouded figure raises an eye.

Having bound the fog-shrouded figure thoroughly, both Long Hua and Tian Cheng came to a stop.

Simultaneously, they stab their swords into the ground.

...…

"A sword array?"

As sword Qi erupts from the two swords that are stabbed into the ground, Bai Wen constricts his eye, as he watches the sword Qi close in on the fog-shrouded figure.


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Bab 85: AZI Volume 2 Chapter 50

"…"

As two waves of sword Qi approach him, the fog-shrouded figure raises his right foot off the ground by an inch.

"…!"

Widening his eyes, Long Hua feels a bad premonition welling up from the corner of his mind.

Gathered towards the fog-shrouded figure's raised right foot is an archaic air of power—that won't lose to the Immortal Suppression Palm.

This stance to those unfamiliar with the fog-shrouded figure wouldn't mean anything, but to Long Hua—it immediately causes him to recall the name of another divine art.

In the brief instance that is left prior to the sword Qi waves hitting him, the flow speed of time has seemingly been cut in half for the fog-shrouded figure; and under this effect, he abruptly presses his foot down on the ground.

(Martial Emperor's Step…!)

*Kakaka!* immediately, cracks brimming with black and white radiance spread from the fog-shrouded figure's foot!

With the rapid expansion of these cracks, the sword array is quickly broken down.

"Kuh!"

*Boom! Boom! Boom!* as a powerful force of energy attempts to push his hand away from the handle of the wooden sword, Long Hua grits his teeth.

But regardless of how much strength he exerts into holding onto the weapon's handle—

*Kakaka!* it is all but meaningless, as both the wooden sword and Kun's blade snap under the overbearing pressure; and with it, both Long Hua and Tian Cheng's arm are thrown back!

In the same instance, the cracks brimming with black and white radiance cease to grow.

Following the cracks' abrupt halt in expansion—

*…!* a Yin and Yang symbol manifests to cover the damaged areas centered around the fog-shrouded figure.

With this symbol's manifestation—

*Boom!!!!!* a deadly blast of black and white energy erupts—to throw both Long Hua and Tian Cheng backwards!

"…!"

Recovering his balance while in the air, Long Hua lands onto his feet.

As soon as Long Hua had landed, the fog-shrouded figure emerges from within the setting dust clouds—held in the latter's hand is a wooden staff.

*Boom! Boom! Boom!* without a moment to spare, the two immediately begin to exchange hits with one another.

The missing portion of the wooden sword held in Long Hua's hand is made up for—with his sword Qi, to create a sharp current of energy.

However, even with this, Long Hua is forced to take on a more defensive approach—due to his opponent's barrage of attacks.

"…"

Evading a thrust by the smallest possible margin, Long Hua swings the wooden sword towards the opponent's wrist—in an attempt to knock their weapon out of their grip.

However—

"Naïve."

"…!"

At the fog-shrouded figure's mutter, the staff in their hands is dropped voluntarily, and—

*Peng!* following a sound that is akin to a door being pounded on, the staff is thrown into the air at the moment of its contact with Long Hua's blade.

Simultaneously, the fog-shrouded figure also vanishes from Long Hua's field of vision.

For a brief instance, Long Hua is caught off guard by the abruptness of the situation, but rather quickly, he senses the presence of someone behind his back.

"…"

"…!"

Faster than Long Hua can hope to react to the escalating situation, a sharp sense of pain comes from the back of his head!

"…!"

Before the sharp pain could cause him to faint, Long Hua bit down on his lips—to recover his consciousness.

"…"

Seeing Long Hua continuing to stand, the fog-shrouded figure readies a second strike, but before he could hope to execute his attack—a knife attached to a thread, flies over, and wraps itself around Long Hua's waist.

Prior to the fog-shrouded figure's strike connecting, Tian Cheng—who is on the other side of the thread, pulls Long Hua forward, allowing him to evade the attack.

"…"

Despite having missed his strike, the fog-shrouded figure maintains his outstretched fist, and at the opening of his hand, a powerful force of suction emanates from his palm—dragging both Long Hua and Tian Cheng towards himself.

"…"

As the pain emanating from the back of his head subsides, Long Hua turns his attention towards his opponent, and presses his darkened left hand towards them.

*Boom…!!!* in the next instance, the hand of the two collides—causing a violent blast of energy to burst outwards!

"…"

"…!"

Naively thinking that this stalemate might last for a few moments longer, Long Hua is immediately caught off guard, as the fog-shrouded figure shifts their palm to the side, and grabs him by his wrist.

As the fog-shrouded figure rotates their body, Long Hua feels the organs within his body leaning towards one side—prior to a heavy force of impact being pressed onto him from the front, as a result of him being tossed onto the ground by his opponent.

"…"

Looking down on Long Hua, who is struggling to peel himself off the ground, the fog-shrouded figure catches the wooden staff—that falls from the air, prior to stabbing the weapon towards the former's head.

...…

"Dammit, is this thing really just a replica?"

With her vessel tossed onto the ground as well, the Tian Cheng inside of the dreamscape—can only look on in despair.

"It is only a replica, but I've taken the liberty to modify it a bit."

"Modified? I see. How…- Wait…-?"

Turning her body around like a rusted machine, Tian Cheng's face is immediately drained of all colors—upon seeing a fog-shrouded figure standing a few meters behind her.

"…Dào Hé Tiān Xuě...…"


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