Above The Sky
Chapter 132 - 132 124 Voice of Heaven 34

132: Chapter 124 Voice of Heaven (3/4) 132: Chapter 124 Voice of Heaven (3/4) It was as if a thousand thunders roared in his ears, as if a thousand bolts of lightning split the heavens.

Ian stepped forward with his sword, entering a piece of darkness filled with light, floating in a mix of intoxication and fervor.

The intoxication stemmed from the brain, the fervor came from the body.

The world in the young man’s eyes had completely turned into a sea of mist aglow with brilliance.

Yet, the deeper he went, the more it seemed like stepping into an endless abyss.

——Is this a feeling I’ve never experienced before?

At this moment, Ian felt the shackles of his thoughts slowly shattering.

Things he had never pondered or considered before were emerging in his mind.

The strong stimulation and toxins from the Sumo Liquor Tree’s fruit were seeping into his blood through the mucous membranes, then transmitted to the brain, forcibly unlocking one physical restraint and mental chain after another.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t think because of anesthesia——it was that he couldn’t think because he was bombarded with too much information.

Had it been an ordinary person, even a native warrior trained from a young age, they would have turned into a bloodthirsty beast at this moment, attacking the enemy line purely on instinct, becoming a berserker who would kill both friends and foes alike.

But to Ian, everything felt very good.

Very good.

“So this is what death is like, slowly stepping into selfless destruction…”

Having just suppressed his own Spirit Energy backlash and looking up, Weyges heard the White Folks’ youth’s murmur: “This is truly an entirely unknown feeling…

completely different from the darkness and unknown of space, but the darkness and unknown of death also feel good…”

——What’s happening?

The knight furrowed his brow, he continued to listen for Ian’s inner voice, but heard nothing.

Instead, a rushing wind whistled through his ear’s auricular bones.

“What?!”

Weyges was startled; he raised his left hand to block.

Accompanied by the sound of bone clashing with iron, something even more shocking occurred——Ian’s strength had suddenly doubled from before, so wildly powerful that even his blocking bone blade skewed slightly.

Listening closely to the sounds, the knight realized in astonishment that something was extremely wrong with Ian’s condition!

His heartbeat sped up, and the surging of his blood was many times more forceful than before.

If it weren’t for the Sublimator’s vessels and heart, they surely would have burst from the pressure, and the internal organs and muscles would and be overwhelmed to the point of dysfunction!

Around him, steam seemed to rise, swirling the rain and mist like the wind!

Clang!!!

As Weyges was uncertain, Ian struck with another sword blow, like lightning tearing through the night——this time, not a hint of heart or even a faint instinctual reaction could be perceived!

Having lost his vision and the skin’s sensitivity to wind, now even the Spirit Energy of the flowing wind sounds became ineffective.

The knight blocked hastily but was still driven back, stumbling several steps.

The White Folks’ youth had no intention to retreat; he continued forward silently, pursuing Weyges.

Though he had lost much of his cognitive ability, plunged into the darkness of death, he still managed to find the most cunning and critical angles to unleash fierce sword moves on his foe.

“It’s Spirit Energy!”

Although he couldn’t see it, Weyges could sense that what had been a vague ‘gaze’ cast upon him had intensified tenfold.

The opponent wasn’t using his eyes to target his vitals.

He was relying solely on a pure ‘premonition’ brought about by Spirit Energy, striking with ‘a Prophet’s intuition’!

Thoughts?

Instinct?

Unnecessary…

At this moment, Ian was simply striking at specific colors within his Spirit Energy premonitions with his sword.

He wasn’t even attacking.

Sword blow after sword blow, each one faster than the last, in this instant, Ian had indeed fused Hiliard’s teachings over the past two years with his own Spirit Energy——his body discarded all superfluous movement, using the feedback from Spirit Energy as the basis for his combat.

Therefore, he knew the outcome before the battle.

Weyges felt as though he was fighting a slightly smaller version of Hiliard.

His opponent’s body was also very weak and could collapse at any time due to the bizarre state-induced backlash.

Yet, he managed to hold on to a point that felt almost inconceivable.

The more he fought, the more the figures of the two seemed to overlap…

The Prophet’s swordsmanship was indeed different from the instructor’s return to simplicity, but to him, gravely injured and near death, there was no essential difference.

Moreover…

He was indeed close to death.

Crack!

Not knowing how many steps he had retreated, Weyges crushed a rock beneath his foot, a mistake he would have never made before—a swordsman who could not even control the force under his feet could only mean that his steps were so chaotic as to be on the verge of collapse.

He raised his sword and deflected Ian’s silent horizontal strike with the base of his bone blade, the grating sound of steel scraping bone so shrill and piercing that he himself felt like vomiting.

No… it wasn’t because of the sound.

But rather because his internal organs were about to fail.

Weyges knew his body well.

The effects of the medicine were fading.

The paralysis from the thunder had not fully dissipated.

The forcibly stimulated power was diminishing.

Having lost too much blood had already brought his internal organs to the brink of dysfunction.

The injuries inflicted by his teacher and the lightning strikes had recurred, peeling away, little by little, at the scant remains of his life.

Even as a Second Level Sublimator, he was reaching his limits.

Yet Ian’s sword kept swinging at him, time and time again.

Like thunderbolts.

Resilient, genius, intelligent, astute, decisive, and always able to find the right choice… all these words could be placed upon that White Folks youth.

After blocking another strike, his bone blade had already been notched by the Blunt Greatsword, but Weyges no longer had the strength to draw upon the Origin Quality and absorb the surrounding calcium to fill in the gaps.

The knight merely turned his head, ‘looking’ toward the direction from which the old man’s breathing could be heard through the wind and rain.

Weyges looked towards the mentor who had saved him from a life of suffering, towards the mentor who guided him on The Path of Sublimation, he looked towards the mentor who disappeared without a word, letting all the old comrades and disciples from the Knight Order of Inspectorate be trapped and killed; he looked towards the mentor who had aged to near death but still persisted with some ‘unknown mission’.

In the empty sockets of his eyes, the glow of Spirit Energy was gradually dimming.

—Is this the successor you chose?

Truly a very, very good successor…

It seems…

I really don’t deserve it.

The brilliance in the sky was converging, the blinding crimson gathering on the Blunt Greatsword, and even now, completely falling into the intoxication of approaching death, Ian did not hesitate to throw his longsword straight towards Weyges’ chest.

The knight at his limit instinctively tried to raise his bone blade to block, but his left hand sword, already on the brink of shattering, broke upon the very first touch.

Following that, the longsword directly pierced through the slowly crumbling Enamel External Skeleton, plunging into the center of his blurred, flesh and blood chest.

Weyges fell backward onto the ground, but even so, he was not yet dead; he listened contentedly to the thunder roaring overhead, the heat and thunder gathering and rushing towards him.

The Spirit Energy User, who once longed to hear the opinions of others, could now hear nothing at all.

In a tremendous roar that pierced the whole world, he plunged into true, resolute and silent darkness.

Never to return.

And the white-haired youth gazed at this scene, likewise slowly closing his eyes and falling backward.

He too sank into the tranquil, familiar, and warm darkness.

As if returning home.