Chapter 451: This King's eyes can only accept victory
Translator: CKtalon Editor: CKtalon
The power of Sword Soul was the third realm when it came to to sword techniques. The number of swordsmen that could comprehend it were few and far between. Not only did one need extraordinary perception, one also needed critical encounters. There were even a few of the ten Sword Masters in the world who still had not comprehended the power of Sword Soul. That was a power that far exceeded the power of Sword Truth, and obviously was not something rookies like them could possess. Even Sword Immortal Xu Taibai only managed to comprehend the power of Sword Soul at the age of thirty. He was one of the youngest people in history to have attained that achievement.
However, the Hero King had far exceeded that record to be able to comprehend the power of Sword Soul at such a young age.
Even in battles at the world-class Sword Master levels, the power of Sword Soul typically becomes the deciding factor. There was no need to mention how it was like in the Psionic Mortal Realm for rookies. The influence that the power of Sword Soul has could even be considered as a bug. It was like a level ten character in a computer game equipping a level hundred weapon. Against monsters that were under level ten, it was obvious they they could be crushed with a single strike.
However, Shi Xiaobai did not understand the power of the Sword Soul. He did not know its principles or how it was achieved. However, he could feel the apprehension that came from deep within the soul, like it was an alarm that was constantly tingling his intuition that there was danger. It was telling him a solemn fact—He could not withstand that strike!
Even though he had experienced the immensity of the strike's power from afar, only when he faced the might of the strike did he realize how terrifying the power of that strike was. Speechless needed a lot of courage to dare face this strike head on.
The power of the Sword Soul was not something that should exist at this level!
But now wasn't the time to be panicking and afraid. There was even less time to grumble over how the girl in front of him had grasped this invincible power at this stage despite her young age. He only had one problem he needed to consider.
How was he going to withstand that strike?
He was lost in a complicated mental maze with thousands of dead ends. Was there a path that led to salvation?
What could he use to withstand that strike?
"Meaningless thoughts."
As though she was not in a hurry to end everything, the girl mocked with a deadpan expression, "In the period you are thinking over the way to survive, I could have killed you countless times."
But it was because I couldn't bear to kill you that I had the dilemma in the first place.
The girl hid that ambiguous thought in her heart and felt even more eager to strike out. To her, killing him was like killing the only person in the world that could converse with her. It was natural for her to loathe to part with it.
Although she loathed to part with him, she felt the increasing need to slash out that strike. That was because in this battle, the youth might become an obstacle she would not be able to cross in the path ahead of her. She needed to kill him now before she immersed herself in the 'happiness' of being able to hear his voice. After all, misfortune was her true partner. This lavish 'happiness' was so realistic that it appeared fake.
Fake phenomena were bubbles that could burst at any time.
Since it would burst sooner or later, she might as well prick it with her own hands to prevent even greater pain.
