The Self-cultivation of the Passerby Male Protagonist

Yaoji taught him only one sword technique, which is not the sword technique of a soul master, but the unique skill left by a certain swordsman. Legend has it that if he practiced to the extreme, he can even shoot down the planes in the sky.

"Secret sword——" Wu Ye watched Kazami Yuka's movements intently, and the sword in his hand quickly slashed down.

"!!" The sudden change in the sword's posture caught Kazami Yuka a bit by surprise, but her extraordinary combat ability still made her change her body trajectory at the last moment, blocking Wu Ye's deadly sword with the flower umbrella in her left hand.

hateful!Failed!

Wu Ye gritted his teeth secretly, as expected this move was a scam!It is impossible to cut out three swords in an instant!He has already increased his own speed to the extreme, but even so is only taking advantage of Kazami Yuka's underestimation of the enemy.

Looking at the fist that Kazami Youxiang swung after pressing down the sword, Wu Ye couldn't react in time even if he realized it, he could only watch helplessly as the fist containing demonic power approached his heart little by little.

This is the limit speed that the body with the addition of monster power can reach. It seems that seeing the future where life is about to disappear, Wu can't help but start to complain about his arrogance. it can be done.

Yaoji's swordsmanship has been practiced for hundreds of thousands of years, but even so, he still can't reach that level. Wu has only learned swordsmanship for less than a month, and he, who is not even an amateur, is actually joking with his life here.

How arrogant.

From the very beginning, he wasn't a genius, that's right, he was just trying to be strong by possessing some strange abilities.

It's almost like cheating, if that's the case, you should call out Yuko's name loudly from the beginning, passers-by should look like passers-by, heroes or something, that's the protagonist's——

Tick.

In the gray-white courtyard that fell suddenly, the deadly fist stopped at a position five centimeters away from his heart, and he could no longer advance half a point.

Surprised that he couldn't describe this scene in any words, Takeshi held the sword hand and pushed away Kazami Yuka's flower umbrella. It wasn't his strength. Beside him, a blue and white maid was holding him. hands.

It's Sakuya.

Is this the so-called revolving lantern?Unexpectedly, the last person I saw in my life would be Sakuya, that gentle smile that Wu never imagined even in the most absurd dream.

it's not finished yet--

Sakuya said this, she smiled and clenched Takeya's sword-holding hand, and in the stopped world, she swung the remaining two swords at Kazami Yuka.

"Yan back!"

The world that shouldn't exist, the maid who shouldn't exist, and the boy who shouldn't exist here have completed this dreamlike coordination, yes, everything is dreamlike and absurd.

The same is true.

In the white-gray courtyard, Takeya himself was the only one who smiled. The broken maid doll was hung far behind him by cobweb-like silk threads. Scarlet blood dripped slowly from his pocket watch.

Tick.

tick...

Chapter 38 Instinct (Revised)

The life of a flower needs to grow, bloom, and then wither.

Most of the growing flowers are ugly ducklings that no one cares about. No one knows how beautiful it will be when it is in full bloom, so in order to make up for the missing beauty of growth, Kazami Yuka dedicated all her love to the withered flower.

Blooming is only the only way to grow, and withering is the final form of beauty, in other words——

That is the art of dying.

stab-

At the same time, a slender and neat slit was cut on the lower abdomen of the sleeve, and beads of blood scattered on the ground, and the scarlet color was reflected in the tyrant's astonished gaze.

In the last five centimeters, she missed. The masked man in front of her escaped her attack in an incredible way, and precisely left two wounds on her body.

The frightening thing is that I don't even know when the opponent made the move. The speed is so fast that I can't catch it with my eyes.

But again, it's ridiculous that this guy is more innocent than he imagined, and the wounds on his arms and abdomen are like a child's prank, which is unbelievably shallow.

"...Why?" Even the tyrant who doesn't like to talk can't stand the doubt in his heart at this time. Could it be that this deliberate pretense is to humiliate her?

Wu Ye, who was ten steps away, chose to remain silent. He could not answer Kazami Yuka's question, whether it was telling the truth or lying.

This distance is a distance he considers safe, but this does not mean that he can avoid the counterattack from the tyrant at this distance, but...

After hesitating again and again, Wu Ye made a move that surprised all the monsters. He retracted his sword and sheathed it.

Except for himself, no one else understood what happened to him at the moment of life and death.

The impossible world, the impossible Sakuya, the impossible three sword cuts.

The glaring wound on the tyrant of the flower is the evidence. Wu Ye knew that Sakuya could not and had no reason to appear in this era 1000 years ago. So, who is the person he saw?

No, before that, who created the world he lived in?

Stopped time - only in that gray and white world, Takeya can achieve the miraculous three-hit combo.

No one can slash three swords in an instant unless time stands still.

Wu also used a cheating method that no one understood to complete the strongest sword skill that even demons could not do. Why did Sakuya appear at that time... No, it should be, why did Sakuya's power appear at that time.

Climb to the towering mountains and explore the perilous deep sea, but people are still in awe of the distant and deep starry sky, because at the end of the Milky Way, there is unknown fear.

The unknown is the root of fear.

A bone-chilling chill swept through Wu Ye's whole body. It was not the fear of the tyrant, but the fear of himself who planned to cut the tyrant under the sword.

When the will can't drive the body, the instinct will move accordingly, which is the most authentic self after abandoning all disguised masks.

The Lou Guanjian in his hand let out a pleasant cry, the smell of blood made Wu Ye's vision become chaotic, withered vines were eroding his world, he was afraid, something invisible was quietly changing.