Absolute Choice

The power of Sword Soul was the third realm when it came to to sword techniques. The number of swordsmen that could comprehend it were few and far between. Not only did one need extraordinary perception, one also needed critical encounters. There were even a few of the ten Sword Masters in the world who still had not comprehended the power of Sword Soul. That was a power that far exceeded the power of Sword Truth, and obviously was not something rookies like them could possess. Even Sword Immortal Xu Taibai only managed to comprehend the power of Sword Soul at the age of thirty. He was one of the youngest people in history to have attained that achievement.

However, the Hero King had far exceeded that record to be able to comprehend the power of Sword Soul at such a young age.

Even in battles at the world-class Sword Master levels, the power of Sword Soul typically becomes the deciding factor. There was no need to mention how it was like in the Psionic Mortal Realm for rookies. The influence that the power of Sword Soul has could even be considered as a bug. It was like a level ten character in a computer game equipping a level hundred weapon. Against monsters that were under level ten, it was obvious they they could be crushed with a single strike.

However, Shi Xiaobai did not understand the power of the Sword Soul. He did not know its principles or how it was achieved. However, he could feel the apprehension that came from deep within the soul, like it was an alarm that was constantly tingling his intuition that there was danger. It was telling him a solemn fact—He could not withstand that strike!

Even though he had experienced the immensity of the strike’s power from afar, only when he faced the might of the strike did he realize how terrifying the power of that strike was. Speechless needed a lot of courage to dare face this strike head on.

The power of the Sword Soul was not something that should exist at this level!

But now wasn’t the time to be panicking and afraid. There was even less time to grumble over how the girl in front of him had grasped this invincible power at this stage despite her young age. He only had one problem he needed to consider.

How was he going to withstand that strike?

He was lost in a complicated mental maze with thousands of dead ends. Was there a path that led to salvation?

What could he use to withstand that strike?

“Meaningless thoughts.”

As though she was not in a hurry to end everything, the girl mocked with a deadpan expression, “In the period you are thinking over the way to survive, I could have killed you countless times.”

But it was because I couldn’t bear to kill you that I had the dilemma in the first place.

The girl hid that ambiguous thought in her heart and felt even more eager to strike out. To her, killing him was like killing the only person in the world that could converse with her. It was natural for her to loathe to part with it.

Although she loathed to part with him, she felt the increasing need to slash out that strike. That was because in this battle, the youth might become an obstacle she would not be able to cross in the path ahead of her. She needed to kill him now before she immersed herself in the ‘happiness’ of being able to hear his voice. After all, misfortune was her true partner. This lavish ‘happiness’ was so realistic that it appeared fake.

Fake phenomena were bubbles that could burst at any time.

Since it would burst sooner or later, she might as well prick it with her own hands to prevent even greater pain.

But… However…

Before killing him, she still wanted to listen to that realistic voice before bidding him farewell forever. She just wanted to listen to something, just a sentence, as long as it was his voice.

Just a sentence was enough to satisfy her last bit of willfulness.

So, speak youth. The final sentence will become your last words. I will engrave them on a tombstone I make with my own hands for you, so as to thank you for letting me see the color in this world once again.

“Thank you.”

The two words slowly came out of the youth’s mouth.

The girl was stunned. She instantly began to doubt if her ears had received a mistaken sound.

She was about to kill him and she had arrogantly derided him, all in exchange for a word of thanks?

Were those your last words?

What a joke!

Just as Dawn opened her mouth to say some words of doubt, she saw the black and white swords in Shi Xiaobai’s hands gradually dissipate. Replacing it was a resplendent holy sword that she was more than acquainted with—Lucifer’s Sword

Shi Xiaobai clenched Lucifer’s Sword tightly in his hand as he slowly lifted it into the sky.

His pair of black eyes were bright and firm. There was no longer any confusion in them!

When he raised up Lucifer’s Sword, the ground suddenly suffused countless golden points of light. They flew towards Lucifer’s Sword like butterflies and instantly transformed into a gigantic sword phantom that charged into the sky!

Thank you. Thank you for your reminder.

Yes, what’s the point of those meaningless thoughts?

In order to withstand that strike? In order to survive? Wouldn’t it appear too narrow-minded to use This King’s great wisdom to ponder over such meaningless things?

At this moment in time, while facing your strike,

What was needed the most was not thoughts, methods, or tricks, but a persistence—a persistence for victory.

It was not about withstanding it, nor was it about not being defeated, but victory!

There was no need to consider or be hesitant. By ‘blindly’ looking towards the correct direction, there was only one thing to tell himself—This King wants to gain victory over that strike!

If he did not even have the courage for victory, how could he still shamelessly call himself fearless?

So disappear, that momentary confusion!

This King’s eyes can only see victory!

A persistent thought sprouted in his mind as it turned increasingly clear. The golden points of light suffusing from the ground increased in number as the golden sword phantom increased in size. The resplendent light turned blinding.

That strike was a sword move Shi Xiaobai created by himself. After comprehending the Sword Truth, ‘Excalibur’, he had used the strike of the blond woman with coiled hair in his mind, and the thought of how Turtle-speed Divine Punch constantly compressed psionic power, and the inspiration from compressing all his strength through the use of One Second Shura. By combining the three factors together, he created a sword technique that belonged to him!

By using all his strength, exhausting his everything, concentrating his commitment to victory, he would slash out the final strike with absolutely no regrets!

Energy, be compressed.

Energy, be squeezed.

Every blood vessel was boiling. Every cell was resonating. This energy is to be dedicated to you, so become even more powerful!

It didn’t matter even if you would not have the strength to even move a finger after that strike!

Take all of This King’s energy away!

This King’s eyes can only accept victory!

The massive golden sword phantom expanded and seemed to hold up the sky. It emanated tremendous power.

Speechless’ eyes glazed over as he muttered to himself, “Shi Xiaobai, are you really the protagonist?”

Sunless looked at the youth’s thin figure in a mesmerized manner. She muttered as though she was in reverie, “How beautiful.”

The corners of Dawn’s mouth gradually curved gently as her eyes seemed to effuse a faint smile.

“Up till the very end, you are still able to leave me in shock. Shi Xiaobai, you are the only one! Only you are special! But if you are real, please be able to withstand this strike!”

The girl finally did not hesitate as she slashed out her final strike!