Superhumans of the Dome City
Chapter 383 - 383 79 Weiyuan City Mythical Battle 4_2

383: Chapter 79 Weiyuan City Mythical Battle (4)_2 383: Chapter 79 Weiyuan City Mythical Battle (4)_2 “What are you talking about…

it’s nonsense!”

The Fu Jian Hua she knew, the older friend who had often played with her in childhood, would never say such inexplicable things.

What on earth was Sakura Dance thinking?

The heart of Sakura Dance had changed oddly; she kept on insisting that she was a deity…

Undoubtedly, the Great Country Lord was one of the myriad gods…

Hiding God…

was it a wish?

“Are you siding with Shiyu Genmi to fulfill a wish?”

“My wishes have long since faded; only duty remains.” Sakura Dance cast her eyes down, “This country is dying, and I shall be the one to bury it.”

Linai had an ominous premonition.

The nunchaku in her hand suddenly became eerily light, as if part of their weight had inexplicably vanished.

With a forceful, weighted blow, she temporarily dispersed the flurry of petals and observed the outer side of her nunchaku carefully.

Her weapon was made from the heartwood of cypress trees in the shrine.

These trees, with Shimenawa strung upon their branches year after year as a boundary between the inside and outside world, naturally possessed the intention of protection due to daily offerings and respect by the shrine priests.

However, trees do not grow as quickly as people, and with each tree felled, one less remained.

This stick had been fashioned into a weapon from the days of Linai’s grandmother, passed down through the generations until it reached her hands.

Linai had always cherished her weapon, regularly maintaining it with the help of artisans.

Yet, this ancient nunchaku suffered damage today.

Its smooth, white surface now bore an unhealthy dark yellow hue, the most frequently used head was sunken and soft, like rotting wood.

The iron chains connecting the sections of the nunchaku were dark red, appearing weathered and breaking apart with a mournful crack!

Linai clenched her teeth, stowing the nunchaku, caring not for the distress over her weapon.

She shrank the nunchaku to the height of her body, and took off the white shield from her back, stubbornly pressing forward against the offensive of the Dead Sakura Blade.

“Just because we’re on the brink of disaster, that’s why we must fight desperately to save our nation!

Do I need to explain such a simple principle to you?!”

Dozens of pre-prepared paper knives were launched at the ninja, yet they couldn’t even touch a hair on her head, falling to the ground.

Sakura Dance moved with such speed that she appeared to be teleporting, her Dead Sakura Blade turning into a flash of katana in her hands.

“Deities abide by…” Sakura Dance raised her sword, “the reasoning of the Huojin God.”

Linai took cover behind her shield, attacking with the curved head of her nunchaku, as cautious as a spearman on an ancient battlefield.

The tip of the nunchaku bore a blank talisman paper which, if it made contact, could duplicate the opponent’s abilities.

Aware of the disparity in strength, Linai sought not to defeat her enemy, but to stall for time.

As long as she could keep the Lord of God from interrupting the action on the mountaintop, that would be her victory.

Yet Linai’s plans were foiled.

The white-haired ninja did not step back an inch.

She blocked the nunchaku’s strike with her left arm, slashing with an unstoppable force!

Linai had full confidence that her white shield could block at least one strike.

This belief stemmed from a brief skirmish onboard a train, when Gongsun Ce’s white shield had blocked several of Sakura Dance’s attacks before breaking.

But this time her prediction was wrong.

The Dead Sakura Blade dissipated a moment before it met the shield, petals reconvening into a blade edge behind the shield and slicing towards her chest.

The weapon made from coalescing petals was without a fixed shape; she should have thought of that!

As the blade was about to cleave her upper body in two, Linai reacted instantly, throwing her shield forward.

Like a wall, the shield advanced, and the witch leveraged the reaction force to withdraw, slightly avoiding the Dead Sakura Blade, with only the cherry-colored edge grazing her skin.

“Ugh…”

Linai instinctively stuck a new talisman onto the wound, hoping to copy a portion of Sakura Dance’s power.

However, the touch she felt was completely wrong.

She didn’t touch her wound or blood, only feeling that the flesh under her robe was unnaturally slack, the skin wrinkled and dense as if she were an old woman in her dotage.

Her body suddenly lacked strength.

It was not fatigue but a deep-seated weakness emanating from her very bones.

Linai realized she couldn’t even hold onto her weapon; the nunchaku, which used to be as responsive as her own limbs, was now unbearably heavy.

Her legs gave way, and she collapsed, the black sheen in the witch’s hair turning white in an instant, withered as though it was wild grass.

Linai looked at the talisman in her hand, her vision growing blurry, and she could vaguely discern the golden “decay” character on the talisman paper.

Aging…

decaying…

all who live must perish…

She understood Sakura Dance’s manifestation.

Unlike the sharp sakura petals during Divine Communication, her manifestation lacked any physical destructive force, but it led everything to degeneration.

Wood rotted, metal aged, and decades passed in the instant the cherry blossoms fell, turning a young and beautiful girl into an old woman with white hair and a youthful face.

Death is the endpoint for all tangible things, the inevitable end.

Linai helplessly collapsed amongst the flowers.

This seemed to be the end; she had borrowed her friends’ strength and concocted traps by any means possible, but after only one real exchange with her opponent, she faced defeat.

Because her adversary was not just a skillful Ninja Army Leader, but also a deity united with the human form.

Sakura Dance did not leave her opponent a way out.

She struck with one blow because one blow was sufficient.

The rapidly aging flesh left Linai completely deprived of combat abilities, and even if the Curse Scale bestowed upon her a comprehensive boost in abilities, that required a foundation to exploit.

The witch’s not having breathed her last was purely due to her youth, which meant death was still a distance away, with a few breaths left before it would arrive.

…

Sakura Dance saw the once-familiar friend reaching out, gently grasping the talisman at the tip of the stick.

The girl’s once smooth hands were now distressingly shriveled, with dark loose skin hanging on the bones, the decayed joints slowly bending, hard with resentment.