Three Battlefronts

Bai Jiming’s heart jolted, and his figure nearly vanished as if shattered, leaving the air filled with mournful whistling.

The sword pressure was as terrifying as a violent storm, almost completely covering the space within several hundred meters.

Pfft, pfft, pfft…

The air was filled with the sound of punctures. What frightened Bai Jiming even more was that flickering thread of icy, deadly intent.

Everyone knew how terrifying the title Death Sword was. When fighting A Single Thought of Silk, one could not relax in the slightest. There was no way to tell whether the sword strike that hit you carried the dreadful instant-death effect.

Damn it. Bai Jiming was furious. The title competition was about to begin, and before long, he should have been able to compete for that title himself.

Lush swathes of bamboo fell in succession. Birds and beasts scattered through the mountain forest, while the endless rain and mist unique to the central mountains of East Xia began to stir under the fierce battle.

A Single Thought of Silk rose with her sword in hand, only to find that there was no trace of her opponent left nearby. As a professional mercenary-type Reincarnator, she naturally would not overlook intelligence.

The Reincarnator codenamed Temur was highly mysterious, and little information was available about him. Aside from being an agility-type Reincarnator specializing in speed, the only thing known was that when The Heaven had previously tried to capture him, Su Enfei had been injured by a Sword of Light, exposing that his energy system was likely mana and that his combat style leaned toward swordsmanship.

A Single Thought of Silk lowered her eyelids, her gaze cold as she weighed the feeling of their recent exchange.

The opponent was indeed extremely fast, at least faster than her, but not so fast that she could not react.

Moreover, his swordsmanship specialization was most likely below Lv7. In terms of pure combat strength, he was far inferior to her.

Her purple hair drifted gently. Then, a thread of killing intent suddenly emerged from the void.

A Single Thought of Silk stepped to the side. A sword stabbed out from the void, barely evaded by her. She spun sharply, and Imperial Arm: One-Hit Kill Murasame thrust backward in a fierce reverse stab.

Bai Jiming’s body trembled as though splitting into an afterimage. Within that tiny space, scarlet light flared from his right hand.

Pfft!

In an instant, Bai Jiming’s body seemed to turn into a sharp sword itself, shooting out from between the two afterimages.

A Single Thought of Silk’s scalp prickled, but she did not retreat even half a step. She thrust her sword forward as well.

You could slash me, and I would not die.

But if my blade pierced you, you would die!

That was the ability of Death Sword: it could turn one attack into a strike that ignored defense and barriers while inflicting certain instant death.

At that instant, countless images abruptly surfaced in Bai Jiming’s mind as he shot forward like a scarlet sword. In every image, he was dismembering corpses.

Bai Jiming’s eyes immediately turned red, and two red streaks of light quivered violently.

Clang! Pfft!

A Single Thought of Silk lowered her head to look at the wound on her arm. Then she turned and saw that her enemy had truly transformed into two bodies.

One held a sword, while the other was wrapped in fierce wind and sand.

The sword-wielding Bai Jiming’s eyes were crimson. His twisted expression gradually relaxed, the veins in his face bulging completely as his skin turned blood-red.

Even the way he stood was utterly distorted, making him look nothing like a normal human.

Meanwhile, Temur, who was wrapped in wind and sand beside him, remained calm. He punched the ground, and the fierce wind and sand immediately formed a massive cage that enveloped the entire bamboo forest.

"A Single Thought of Silk, you people lost to Mercenary Tao, and now you want to use me as compensation?"

"Why?"

A Single Thought of Silk had been somewhat surprised by Bai Jiming’s unusual talent, but upon hearing that, she could not help laughing.

"Why?"

"Does that really need asking…"

She lowered her eyelids. Her entire body relaxed completely as well. The strangeness and uncertainty of Scarlet Great Sin finally vanished, and she saw through all of her opponent’s strength.

He was indeed quite good, far stronger than ordinary Title-level Reincarnators. He had probably intended to conceal his identity and strength, then make a stunning appearance in the title competition.

But…

"Because you’re weak~"

A Single Thought of Silk’s voice trembled as she slowly raised that cursed blade high, then deliberately cut open her own arm.

A powerful curse immediately spread through A Single Thought of Silk’s body. Different curse marks appeared all over her flesh, swiftly spreading into the void.

Within Temur’s wind-and-sand barrier, Dark Incantation and authority began constructing a new world.

Bai Cangshu was growing stronger, and the other Reincarnators would not stand still either. A Single Thought of Silk’s authority compatibility had already surpassed 90%, and she was beginning to display unique divine power.

Buzz!

White light descended from the sky. Su Qingqiu also appeared above this space, frowning as he looked at A Single Thought of Silk, whose mental state had become somewhat abnormal after activating her cursed blade transformation. He reminded her,

"Be careful. This guy has to be captured alive and taken back for that person to kill personally…"

The primary personality controlling the wind and sand, Bai Jiming, turned solemn. Yet his other, inner personality became even more malevolent. Before the primary personality could object, it buzzed and transformed into sword light like a cloud of blood mist.

Whoosh—bang!

A shockwave invisible to the naked eye sent a blond young man wreathed in red flames flying dozens of meters away.

The blond young man’s eyes rolled back as he lost consciousness midair. The red flames coiling around his body and the flickering light both went out at once.

Bang!

Game Over!

As the blond youth slammed into a rolling shutter door, emerald-green words appeared out of thin air above his body.

The sight left the onlookers around them deeply curious.

Skylark frowned at the scene. His hands were wrapped in bandages, and he stood at a city-center intersection in loose sportswear.

These phenomena had become increasingly frequent over the past few days. No one knew who had unleashed the meme called Game, but its range of influence was indeed growing larger and larger.

It made him uneasy.

Watching several police officers approach and send the blond youth to the hospital, Skylark turned away with his shoulder bag and prepared to head for the next location.

But at that moment, someone appeared from the street corner across the traffic light. He was a young man in beach shorts. Though fair-skinned, his bearing was completely unlike that of an East Xia Person.

And the moment the man appeared, Skylark could feel that his attention was entirely focused on him.

Had the owner of that meme sent someone to attack him?

Or had some other enemy from the space come to settle a score?

Skylark was not particularly clever. He looked around and saw that the pedestrians and vehicles passing by were numerous. Fighting here could easily affect ordinary people.

He immediately turned, intending to lure the man away into the alley behind him. Yet behind him, another group had stepped out of a black sedan.

One of them spread out his palm, where a fireball spun as it condensed. A wave of scorching heat rushed toward him. This was clearly no ordinary fireball, but a high-explosive fireball that would cause a massive explosion if it hit the street.

"Skylark, don’t be in such a hurry to leave!"

"If you leave, I’ll have no choice but to attack at random. You probably don’t want to see that, do you…"

Good people were always constrained by all sorts of factors, while bad people ran rampant without restraint.

That was how most things in this world were.

Mai used Teleportation and crossed the traffic light. He did not approach Skylark, because according to Jin Yue’an’s information, this Skylark was quite formidable.

Fortunately, their task was merely to hold him back.

And if all they had to do was hold back this kind of "do-gooder," then he was very good at it.

Mai’s smile was obvious.

Above Tokyo, Bai Cangshu stared levelly at the Sword of Damocles, flickering with multicolored radiance, and clicked his tongue repeatedly.

Then he suddenly drew back his right fist and threw a savage punch.

Boom!