Chapter 220: Getting Out

Biggie struggled as he got up amidst the debris. The red-eyed man grinned. “You might as well just lie there. I’m quick. I won’t make you feel any pain. Why struggle pointlessly? You can hardly move now, let alone fight.”

Biggie regained his footing but only barely. “I won’t let you take over my body. Your existence is a great threat to my friends. I will not let anyone threaten them. Also, cooking is a great profession. Becoming a good cook has always been my lifelong dream. I won’t let anyone sully it!”

“Sounds boring, so… You should just go to hell!” The red-eyed man suddenly appeared in front of Biggie while blood-colored rays of light once again erupted from his dark red saber.

With his internal organs badly damaged, Biggie felt extreme pain with each move he made. It took a lot of effort for him to stand up, let alone swing a saber.

Biggie held the saber with both his hands and tried to stop it. The two Massacre Gods once again collided with each other, and blood-colored light enveloped Biggie in an instant.

Although most of the attack was borne by the Massacre God, Biggie’s body had to bear the strong impact of it. His hands trembled as he strained his muscles to the limit. Additionally, his bones began to crack under the impact. Once again, his body was also thrown backward. At some point, he realized that his body could only take one more attack of such magnitude, and it would probably collapse completely at that time. Then, he would face death.

“Very good, you didn’t lose consciousness,” a voice rang in Biggie’s ear, making him worry. This time, the red-eyed man did not leave any breathing room in between his attacks. Instead, he immediately rushed toward Biggie.

“Your body is mine!” The red-eyed man smirked as a harsh beam of red light came crashing down on Biggie’s chest. The light had come from the man’s saber that was being held with his two hands.

Biggie had barely enough time to lay the blade across his chest to avoid being cut in half by the blow. Nevertheless, it was as if Biggie had been bombarded as he was seen hurtling toward the ground shortly after.

The whole ring finally collapsed in ruins, and the red-eyed man lightly landed on a huge piece of rubble. His eyes were fixed on the ruins as if trying to confirm whether his opponent was now dead.

The instance Biggie suffered the attack, his sternum was crushed into powder and all of his internal organs were destroyed by the violent shock. Even his heart had stopped beating from then on altogether.

Deep within the ruins, without blood pumping from his heart, Biggie’s body temperature began to drop rapidly along with the activity of his brain cells. Had he been sent to the hospital in such a state, he would have been pronounced a dead man–just that he had not yet died completely.

His brain activity began to lessen bit by bit…

Behind a door in Biggie’s soul space, Biggie’s soul could be seen looking up at the sky. The distant sky was beginning to collapse along with the ground. “Is everything coming to an end?”

Just then, a black force pierced Biggie’s soul gate and penetrated the world behind it. A saber that was entirely black in color suspended itself less than half a meter in front of Biggie.

“Why are you here, old chap?” Biggie quickly recognized that it was Darkness’ saber spirit. He reached out and grasped it to read its thoughts. “You want me to absorb your life force? No, you’ll die.”

“You’re the only one who understands me, and I don’t want to be handed over to someone else once you’re dead. I want my existence to be more than just a killing tool. I want it to be more valuable. Now is the only time for me to express my other values, so I hope you won’t refuse.” The saber spirit stated its message clearly and firmly. Then, without waiting for a reply from Biggie, the saber spirit began transmitting a wave of warm energy from its handle into Biggie’s body.

No one knew how long it took the sky and the ground to recover, but Biggie’s body began to heal quickly. His heart began to beat again, and the activity of his brain cells returned to normal. His muscles, internal organs, and bones underwent a rapid repair process.

However, the black saber Biggie was gripping began to grow more and more transparent until it finally cracked and vanished into thin air. By this time, Biggie’s body had been restored to its peak condition, or even stronger.

As Biggie climbed out of the ruins, the look in his eyes became sharper.

In the center of the ruins, a blood-red column rose to the sky. It was Biggie, proclaiming his rebirth.

Nevertheless, the red-eyed man only taunted him, “What a stubborn fellow. Haven’t you realized that there is a large gap in terms of strength between you and me?”

“I now realize the mistake I’ve made. I’ve been thinking about how to stop you because I subconsciously thought of you as the most violent, strongest, and invincible part of me. Now, I’m going to prove that this is not the case because I’m going to kill you!” Biggie’s voice was firm and fearless.

He picked up his saber and approached the red-eyed man. There were no fancy moves, no long-range red force bombardments. With each step he took, his speed increased.

The red-eyed man looked at Biggie in surprise. He felt as if Biggie was now a different person. Put in an analogy, if Biggie was a good swordsman before, he was now the emperor of life and death.

As Biggie began to fasten his pace, the red-eyed man began to tremble internally. He could feel Biggie’s horrifying and suffocating aura. He looked up and vaguely spotted the phantom of a person. What he caught a glimpse of was an emperor in black armor, sitting silently on a throne made of countless sabers. The emperor was holding a blood-colored saber and traces of blood could be vaguely seen on his blade…

Only when Biggie came to face to face with the red-eyed man did the latter come to his senses. Additionally, the latter’s forehead was beaded with sweat while his knees were trembling in weakness. Although he was the most powerful Sura, in the face of the emperor, he was forced to lower his proud head.

“It’s over.” Biggie paused for a brief moment in front of the red-eyed man before walking past him. Biggie’s deep voice rippled through the air.

The red-eyed man was confused. In the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Biggie’s saber; it was still in its sheath. “He drew his saber already?”

With that question, the red-eyed man’s head was thrown into the air, and his body fell to the ground.

‘What a horrifying saber…’ That was the red-eyed man’s last thought.

Biggie stood where he was and calmly watched the red-eyed man’s body crumble to pieces. Then, he watched as the whole arena crumbled to pieces…

All of a sudden, lost memories began to flood Biggie’s mind like crazy. Most of the memories were bloody and ugly, but Biggie no longer cared about them. All he did was store those memories in a quiet corner of his mind.

As he came back to his senses, Biggie once again found himself in an enclosed tower that now had only one door left.

Biggie smirked. “Whoever you are, thanks for this! It untied the knot in my heart.”

Biggie said so while pushing open the door to leave.

Outside the door was the same noisy food market from earlier. Nevertheless, the current Biggie was no longer the Biggie from the past…

While Biggie was still fighting his battle, Tagore who was not far from Biggie was caught in a bitter fight as well.

The strength of his opponent completely exceeded Tagore’s expectations. Tens of thousands of swords poured from the sky like rain as they frantically wrapped around him. Fortunately, Tagore managed to shrink his body by a few hundred-fold in time to avoid most of the swords. Nevertheless, he was left with several lacerations from the intense attack.

Tagore knew very well that his opponent was showing him mercy for there were two attacks that could have penetrated his own body directly. However, they had changed directions at the last minute and only left him with scratches.

“Wow, you can shrink in size.” As the first wave of attacks fell, Roland looked at where Tagore was standing with his head cocked. “How about you leave Gu Ding’s crew and join me?”

Tagore did not bother answering Roland and instead jumped on him again.

Roland only wiggled two of his fingers and a broken sword that was stuck in the ground shot out of the ground; it was aimed for Tagore, and it managed to stop him in his tracks.

With the twist of his waist, Tagore dodged the sword and continued to leap at Roland. Once more, Roland moved his fingers and the same sword swerved and took a detour as it headed right for Tagore’s buttocks.

After several attempts, Tagore began to feel a little anxious. His opponent was obviously too strong for him, and the latter had complete control over the rhythm of the battle. Tagore was being led by the nose. Hence, Tagore finally stopped attacking and began to consider whether or not he should use a more aggressive but forbidden move.

Just then, Roland said, “Biggie’s done. I can let you go. However, until then, you’d better return to your old self.”

“You killed Biggie? !” Tagore’s heart dropped.

“Biggie’s not dead. You’ll see him once you’re out.” His job was done, and Roland did not want to waste any more time.

Tagore doubtfully returned to his original cat form. He was not afraid that Roland would attack him because even in his special combat state, he was no match for him at all. He did not need to tell such a lie to get himself out of combat.

After Tagore had reverted to his cat form, Roland’s personal domain finally dispersed. On the roof, Tagore saw Biggie who was easily recognizable amidst the crowd. He landed on Biggie’s shoulder. “Where have you been? I’ve been searching for you for a very long time. I wasn’t able to get through to your communicator.”

“I’m sorry. I took some time in the washroom. Let’s continue shopping!” Biggie touched Tagore’s head and laughed.

“‘Don’t touch my head!” Tagore protested. Since Biggie did not want to talk about what had happened, Tagore did not ask any more questions.

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