Apocalypse Forecast

The prelude of the Fifth Symphony unfolds.

At the opening, the overture of "Fate" resounds, yet the fourth note does not appear.

Each layer of power that bursts upon stacking increases exponentially, and at Huai Shi’s level of Resonance mastery, the backlash from striking the fourth note cannot be controlled.

But the triple-fold knock of Fate is sufficient to heavily wound the assailant lurking in the shadows.

Using his own body as the fulcrum, Resonating outward, the power he lifts has already exceeded Huai Shi’s control limits, as if the entire graveyard turned into a Giant and suddenly jumped to press him down with two punches, then leaped into the air for a gravity stomp!

If it were a body of flesh and blood, it would likely explode in an instant.

Now, within the dispersing shadows, a wretched figure, body shattered and blood-soaked, plummets.

Before it hits the ground, Resentment Water resounds.

Huai Shi’s blood gathers upon Resentment Water, transforming into overlapping vortices, bursting upon friction into a high-pitched, piercing sound, forming a saw-like wheel.

Instantly, it plows down.

The attacker has no time to scream, already severed at the waist!

Yet after landing, the shattered corpse doesn’t roll, but rather bursts like a bubble, dissipating into scattered shadows, vanishing without a trace.

Dead?

Wrong, it’s a decoy!

And in the darkness, a dim shadow had already converged into a torrent, silently arriving, swallowing Huai Shi’s shadow.

A bizarre silhouette emerged from it out of thin air.

Seizing the brief gap after his assault, six arms swung, and the pitch-black blades hacked down like a torrential rain, blocking every space for Huai Shi to evade.

Sparks fly.

The sound of steel clashing is incessant.

Indeed, deceiving Huai Shi into an offensive with bait, and striking in his gap, is a brilliant hunting plan, but unfortunately, at this moment, Huai Shi doesn’t have such a "gap."

As if eyes had grown on the back of his head.

With blood surging, Resentment Water held backwards, astonishingly splitting out six rhythmic beats in that hair-trigger instant, deflecting each of the six treacherous blades.

This is precisely the circulation of Force!

As long as it’s within the involved Domain, Extreme Interpretation is unreasonable!

After unifying every resonance of muscles, pulses, and heartbeat, Huai Shi’s body has become a perfectly tuned instrument of battle, capable of directing and shifting the force at will.

There are no dead-angles from which he can’t exert force, nor gaps and losses from where the power can’t retract.

As long as it’s within the limits of the rhythm frequency, he can change at ease.

Moreover, the opponent’s moves aren’t without trace...

——Theravada Tantra’s Sword Technique!

This, Huai Shi was too familiar with.

Seemingly not expecting this kind of scene, the dancing shadow nearly stiffened for a second.

But in the distance, a pair of bone-white footprints appeared.

The dim outline flashed, raising a hand, using the attacking Puppet as a shield, pulling the trigger towards Huai Shi.

In his hand, a plastic weapon resembling a toy gun made a crisp sound.

[Bang!!!]

As a whiff of blue smoke rose from the plastic muzzle, a comic-style speech bubble surfaced in the air, with exaggerated font and three exclamation marks.

A large hole inexplicably appeared in the chest of the Naga Puppet, torn by an invisible force, with everything in the line of fire showing a penetrating hole spanning kilometers.

But, Huai Shi was not included in that.

At the moment before the trigger was pulled, he coincidentally tilted his head, evading this sure-kill blow.

The Crowned was momentarily stunned.

Missed?

In an instant, his form dissipated.

Two distorted figures rose once again amidst the shadows, entwining with the Naga, launching a fierce assault on Huai Shi.

And the Crowned raised his hand again, pulling the trigger.

[Bang!!!]

And again, it missed!

As if performing acrobatics, Huai Shi’s body twisted into an S-shape, amidst the siege, effortlessly deflecting the stormy assault with one Resentment Water, even launching a counterattack.

From within the encirclement, turning around, he flashed a taunting smile towards the source of the shot.

Is that all?

Can you manage?

The Resonance brought by Extreme Intent · Symphony is akin to a permanent perception buff, constantly detecting every vibration around him like a bat.

No change in matter could escape his listening.

Paired with Death Perception, it was enough for him to discern the origin of deadly attacks in the shortest time to evade.

The Crowned vanished again into the darkness.

Feeling an absurdity.

Is this the Great Priestess? This damn thing’s apparently a King Xiang!

It’s not merely a problem of being a stage apart, but rather the information he had didn’t match the reality at all! None of the diverse Soul Weapons He Di described were visible, just a single iron rod was already fearsome enough.

Moreover, there’s this explosive sound that can leave ’Gandhara’ behind by seven or eight streets, even a Disastrous Musician would be ridiculously excessive!

The first thought that floated in the Crowned’s mind was: That bastard He Di is trying to sell me out!

And the second thought was oh no.

Because in the dancing shadows, hidden behind the Crowned, a peculiar silhouette had quietly appeared.

Dog!

It’s here, approaching with small steps!

Lolling tongue, drooling, wagging its tail.

Its ice-blue eyes, the size of light bulbs, filled with eternal curiosity, already salivating ravenously.

Can I eat it? Is it tasty? How should I eat it?

No matter what...

Let’s just take a bite and try!

Before such thoughts could surface, the body had already faithfully executed the impulse and ideas coming from instincts.