Doomsday Wonderland Vol. 10: Lava [Complete]

1300: Confronting Silvan

Even though the current Ji Shanqing was just a fraction extracted from the massive data entity, he still possessed unexpected techniques and power. Since he had already made up his mind to kill, there was no need to hold back anymore. When he felt Silvan reaching out towards his back collar, Ji Shanqing tightly closed his eyes. In his mind, all the water components suddenly surged forward and vividly emerged from the background.

However, the hand didn't come down and abruptly recoiled in mid-air.

Nevertheless, though Silvan realized that something was wrong in the blink of an eye, he didn't realize that he couldn't escape this wrongness. Even though his hand had retreated, he couldn't avoid the sudden pain and gasped, leaping backward and exclaiming, "What did you do?"

"Don't worry," Ji Shanqing said and slowly regained some strength, allowing himself to slightly raise his head and look at Silvan. He spoke softly, "If I were you, I wouldn't open my mouth."

Silvan's expression became heavy and stern. This probably wasn't the first time he had been injured, but it might be the first time he didn't know how he got hurt. Because of the excruciating pain in his hand, his face had turned pale, and a few drops of sweat appeared on his forehead. He finally loosened the left hand that had been pressing against the back of his right hand.

A gory wound split open, and the torn flesh revealed the faint outline of muscles and bones underneath. This once smooth and beautiful right hand seemed like it would shatter into pieces like dried-up earth.

"You know my combat power isn't high," Ji Shanqing's face was cold, but his tone was calm. "I can't efficiently and cleanly kill someone, especially when that person's strength surpasses mine. So, to achieve my goal... the process can be somewhat dirty and ugly."

Silvan remained silent, glancing at his appalling hand, then back at Ji Shanqing. The latter's face was calm, and his bloodshot eyes were unsettling, like two deep, dug-out blood holes.

"The next target is your face," Ji Shanqing lightly reminded him, "which is also a fatal weak point, regardless of how good-looking it is."

Silvan suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed it hard in the void in front of him - a spray of blood splattered from the back of his injured hand. After all, he was so powerful that even when facing an attack that he could not see or feel, he still pulled out a protective and intercepting light curtain for himself in time. At the same time, he twisted his body at an angle that was almost impossible for ordinary people and dodged the diagonal stab.

Immediately after, there was a restrained and low groan of pain.

Even though the direction he had just dodged to was on his left side, when he came to his senses, Silvan was somehow half-crouched on the ground near his right side, breathing slightly, and his left hand was covering the lower part of his left jaw. It wasn't the hand that got injured earlier, but blood was still oozing through his fingers.

Even Ji Shanqing couldn't help but admire this. Silvan's attack was something unavoidable because it wasn't something he launched from his own hand. To be precise, Silvan's attack originated from Silvan himself. Despite facing such unpreventable and unpredictable means, Silvan managed to minimize the damage. It was almost unimaginable. Ji Shanqing even had to think for a few seconds before asking, "Did you figure it out?"

Silvan slowly straightened his body, remaining upright despite his injury, as if wherever he stood was the pinnacle of the world. However, when he released his hand to speak, his voice carried a faint, almost indiscernible tremor, sounding hoarse as if shrouded in misty quicksand. The first words he spoke, even Ji Shanqing hadn't anticipated.