Apocalypse Forecast

The black clouds in the sky were torn apart.

But there was no starlight.

And the colossal pressure had already crushed the highest dome, columns, and even the floor of the Triad, revealing countless cracks.

With just a faint operation, it had already transformed into the axis of heaven and earth, causing all fragile things to hover at the edge of the cliff.

In the end, the Red Scale Great Snake, which seemed to devour the heavens and earth, lowered its eyes and indifferently spat out its poisonous tongue, overlooking the gradually bloodless face of the young man before it.

Mocking lowered eyes.

"Putting on a show, here with me? Does it work? Little Nineteen..."

The old man teasingly asked, "After going through so much effort to delay for such a long time, what are you waiting for? The reinforcements you promised? The aid from the Dojo? The strong men of Tanbo?"

Wood Cottage’s face changed suddenly.

In his arms, the once warm talisman had lost its temperature.

Communication was cut off.

Because a massive shadow had become a giant curtain, rising skyward, completely engulfing the entire Huangquan Slope from outside to inside, covering every exit seamlessly.

Sealing the inside and outside.

Ruthlessly blocking everything.

The same blockade also enveloped today’s Kobe!

It was a hint planted long before the meeting, no, long before, half a month, a month ago, the preparation the old man laid down for this day’s meeting!

Now, at this moment, here.

—Already under the snake’s mouth!

"Now, it’s just you and me here, Little Nineteen."

At the end of the long table, behind the boiling tea kettle, the old man coldly declared, "If you were your teacher, you would draw your sword, regardless of the consequences, because the enemy is right in front of you..."

He said, "Now the sword is in your hand, you make the choice."

In the silence, Wood Cottage did not speak.

He just held tightly onto the Hwai Knife in his hand, veins bulging on his hand.

Until the Sword Blade could not bear the weight, revealing a crack.

A silent lament.

In the end, he released his grip and fell wearily into the chair.

"Do you see? Little Nineteen."

Lin Wei shook his head fearlessly of disappointment, "This is where you differ from your teacher..."

"Because your confidence has never been in yourself."

So, revealing the essence of the young man in front of him bluntly and without reservation.

"You always expect others to succeed, but are unwilling to sacrifice yourself.

You pretend to be fearless, charging ahead, but leave the outcome in others’ hands... your courage only comes from supporters.

After losing everything, you lack even the backbone to gamble everything—what are you doing here, Wood Cottage, what are you thinking!"

Lin Wei fearlessly asked solemnly, "Did you think [Fratricide] was a joke!"

Even if the same blood flows in your veins.

Even if there is so-called family affection and blood ties between you, even if most of the time, the family is united as one.

But the rules of the Lin family are just as straightforward and naked as the Path of Karma itself.

This road is too narrow.

It cannot tolerate any offense and a second discordant voice; sometimes, even one person too many cannot pass!

Fratricide is practically commonplace!

It’s even about to... become a tradition!

"Now, let’s talk, Little Nineteen—I want to talk with you."

Beneath the Red Scale Great Snake, the grim old man lowered his eyes, coldly overlooking, "You came to me, thinking that with the Sword Saint’s sword, you could rest easy... drank my tea, accepted my goodwill, but killed my guests, disturbed my order, and stomped on my face, yet do you really think Uncle Liu is so old he dares not kill?"

He lifted the teacup filled with poison, lightly tasting the rust-flavored aroma, cruelly asked, "Give me a reason not to kill you!"

Either admit defeat or die.

Once fratricide begins, the outcome is just that simple.

And in that moment, right on the other side of the long table, under the strangulation of the Red Scale Great Snake, the dying projection of Ascend to a high ranking silently dissipated.

In the deathly silence, Wood Cottage’s shoulders shook slightly.

As if he were laughing.

He said, "Because you can’t kill me."

That young man raised his head, looked at his great uncle, and with difficulty, smiled, telling him word by word, "Because I am right—"

In that instant, an invisible power burst forth from that frail shell, once again, igniting the flame.

Causing the young man to lift his head, staring directly at his opponent in front of him.

Telling him:

"You can’t kill me."

Wood Cottage said, "Because I’m here not just as the Lin family’s Little Nineteen, I’m representing my teacher, representing the Tanbo Inner Circle, representing all Beastified Characteristic Beings!"

Just like all the TV shows in the past, when confronting a powerful villain, the hero.

Even if standing on the edge of the cliff, facing death and despair, still able to hold their head high and say, "What I represent is [Justice]!"

You can’t kill me.

And you won’t be able to kill me.

He raised his hand, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and with utmost certainty, told him, "Because, the momentum is with me!"

In that instant, the whole of Jinling Town suddenly shook.

Everything shrouded under the shadow of sin wobbled for a moment.

Because something discordant intruded, something seemingly insignificant arrived, facing the abyss of darkness and terrifying pressure, step by step, walked into this hell of despair.

Someone came, holding a candle.

Even though that light was so small.

In the east, in the west, in the south, in the north... all directions.