Above the Galaxy
Chapter 396 - 255: Come Quickly to Die!

Chapter 396: Chapter 255: Come Quickly to Die!

Curling is 0, stretching is 1.

In Taoist belief, 0 is yin, 1 is yang.

In Buddhism, 0 is emptiness, infinity, while 1 is solidity, rebirth.

In computer language, 0 is false, 1 is true.

In Chengdu...

This world is ruled by 0 and 1.

Tang Fei’s body first curled up, then stretched out, seemingly engaging in a futile effort.

In fact, he was positioning himself between reality and illusion, using illusion to respond to reality and reality to respond to illusion.

In Fan Kuai’s eyes, Tang Fei was constantly changing at that moment, hard to capture.

What terrified him even more was the long sword in Tang Fei’s hand—this thrust looked straightforward.

Yet, Fan Kuai could see dozens of variations within it.

Bizarre, sinister, and intricate, it was unavoidable and undefendable.

He panicked as he realized that if he insisted on slicing Tang Fei in two with a single strike, then he would face the risk of being stabbed by Tang Fei...

He could not predict this sword strike.

Unpredictable meant unavoidable.

What kind of sword technique was this? What type of cultivation technique?

How could he have achieved this being just a lower-level Grandmaster Realm?

Not only was Fan Kuai utterly shocked, but even Shen Xinglan, who was sent flying backward, had his pupils dilated, horrified.

What was Tang Fei trying to do?

Was he planning to perish together with Fan Kuai?

Tang Fei was dead...

How would he seize this fleeting opportunity?

His mind even conjured up an image of a delicate and pretty face; she would surely be heartbroken if Tang Fei was dead, right?

When courage faces off on a narrow path, the brave prevails!

To the death!

Tang Fei, harboring a resolve to die, executed a lethal sword strike.

But Fan Kuai was unwilling to fall here, taking money to ward off disasters for others. If he couldn’t ward off this disaster, he would next time.

He still had endless possibilities; he was not willing to relinquish the comfortable life and respected status of a Grandmaster.

Born in the desolate Snowfield, known as a "Barbarian" by Shen Xinglan and others, only he knew how difficult and painstaking his journey had been.

Thus, he fought fiercely, as if he was unafraid to die, yet he treasured his life more than anyone.

Because he knew, only by defeating his enemy, tearing him to pieces, chewing up his flesh, and drinking his blood, could he ensure that his adversary had no capacity left to fight back.

If Tang Fei struck him fatally, then Shen Xinglan would deliver a deadly blow.

Fan Kuai dodged backwards, and his body’s swift evasion caused his long saber to lose its angle and edge.

Crack!

The domineering strike that should have cleaved Tang Fei in two merely grazed a vast gash across Tang Fei’s chest.

Even so, it still inflicted severe damage on Tang Fei.

A touch and retreat.

Fan Kuai hung suspended midair, looking down at the bloodied hole in his chest.

He dipped two fingers into the fresh blood and sucked them, tasting the warm, salty, familiar flavor.

Fortunately, he dodged in time. Had he been struck solidly by the sword, it would likely have pierced through his body completely.

That strike was incredibly ferocious.

Nevertheless, he believed that his opponent must be suffering even more.

When one made the wrong choice to endure his lethal strike, a severe price had to be paid.

He lifted his head and sized up Tang Fei opposite him, his clothes torn, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth...

Fen Kuai’s eyes widened as he stared at Tang Fei, something was wrong, very wrong.

He had clearly been wounded by his own Sword Energy, so why was the flesh on his chest not turned inside out? Why was there no gushing blood?

According to his understanding of that strike and his calculation of the damage, his wound should be spewing blood by now.

What was happening?

Had Tang Fei actually gained the upper hand in their recent exchange?

Not only had he not lost out, but he had also gained a huge advantage?

After all, he himself was bleeding, while Tang Fei’s clothes were merely slashed.

The pain!

It was intensely painful!

His flesh felt as though it was being forcefully torn apart, and his bones felt as though they were being smashed by a heavy hammer, nearly breaking in two.

Tang Fei felt his breathing quicken, his sweat was about to soak the undershirt beneath his voyage robe.

Half from pain, half from fright.

Fan Kuai’s strike was terrifying; just the mere leakage of Sword Energy was enough to severely wound him.

Fortunately, he had felt a chill at the critical moment, daring not to risk his life against him.

Otherwise, if that strike had truly hit him, he would have likely been decapitated.

"How did you manage that?" Fan Kuai fixed his gaze on Tang Fei and asked.

"One percent sweat plus ninety-nine percent talent," Tang Fei casually replied—it was a phrase an elder had said before the Blue Star catastrophe, a classic adage of a teacher motivating students.

"That’s impossible..." Fan Kuai’s eyes fell on the wound on Tang Fei’s chest as he grimly said, "Are you wearing some kind of soft armor? Otherwise... there’s no way you could have blocked my strike."

"Soft armor?" Tang Fei shook his head, saying, "How could I possibly have something like that? You saying my senior brother wears it makes sense; their family is rich, so using any kind of treasure is not strange... But a refugee from the Old Land like me, how could I afford that?"

He indeed wasn’t wearing soft armor; he had only wrapped the black cloak given to him by his good friend, Evil God, in his voyage robe.

Originally, this move was to guard against Shen Xinglan—in case Shen Xinglan harbored ill intentions and suddenly attacked him...

He could use the cloak’s defensive capability to block that strike and then take the opportunity to kill him...

This was the strategy he and Little Fatty had agreed on, on the eve of their departure.

Mainly, he came up with the creative idea and Little Fatty agreed with him...

Unexpectedly, it had also blocked Fan Kuai’s strike.

Tang Fei had used the third sword from the Netherworld Scroll because it was tricky and incomparably fierce.

Moreover, he wanted to use this ’exchange one for one’ tactic to eliminate Fan Kuai.

He had the cloak to protect his body, which could bear most of the damage, at least ensuring he wouldn’t die.

But unexpectedly, at the critical moment, Fan Kuai flinched...

This also caused Tang Fei to miss a very important opportunity.

With his defensive gear exposed, Fan Kuai was unlikely to give him such a chance again.

Fan Kuai’s gaze then fell on Shen Xinglan, whose face was pale, expression stern; because he had just been sent flying by a strike, a large amount of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"I’m not wearing any."

His gaze also targeted the wound on Tang Fei’s chest, where his highly defensive voyage robe had been instantly sliced open by a huge cut, yet, the black robe he wore underneath showed no sign of damage...

What kind of armor was this?

And how did he come by such a treasure?

Even the market’s most advanced Heavy Armor would struggle to withstand a full-powered strike from a Grandmaster Realm.

Yet, how did his soft-looking robe accomplish this?

This guy might be even more troublesome than they anticipated...

"My senior brother says he’s not wearing any either," Tang Fei spoke out.

Fan Kuai grimaced, laughing crazily, and looking at Tang Fei and Shen Xinglan, he said, "Wearing or not... Lord Fen is done playing with you. With the next strike, I’ll chop off your heads, slit your throats..."

"I want to see, with your heads gone, throats opened, if you can still live then..."

He gripped his long sword, stepped forward powerfully, and barked harshly: "Boy, come meet your death."