Chapter Forty-One: Surprise Attack Is Best

The control center. . . .

“What is this?” The middle-aged man stared at the dazzling blue light of the screen before him, his expression strange.

“Spiritual objects possess intelligence. They will break through the limits of the mundane and become a special kind of life, one that will create limitless miracles,” Xi said.

“Miracles?” the middle-aged man repeated, half understanding.

“There is a strange energy obstructing my surveillance.” As soon as the words fell, the screen before them began to blur, its colors fading at once.

“What!”

“This is an energy never seen before! The video link is expected to be cut off in one second!”

“So this is a miracle?” the middle-aged man said gravely. It seemed this person was far more mysterious than what could be seen at first glance; there were still deeper secrets that had to be uncovered.

“Tell Haotian to collect hair and similar items from the target’s surroundings. Make it a level-three mission, and place it in the top-level archive!”

“Yes!”

. . . .

“Was it you who cut off my arm?” Moshan shrugged and walked forward with his sword in hand, calm and composed, as though the blood-red wound on his shoulder did not hinder him in the least.

“You merely took the Soul-Shocking Sword and fused it with some nameless blade, and you think that makes you formidable?” Lin Kuang asked in confusion. Even now he still did not know what exactly had happened, but in terms of momentum he had already fallen behind.

People always became cautious when faced with the unfamiliar and the incomprehensible, and even the arrogant Lin Kuang was no exception.

“The vengeance for a severed arm cannot be shared under heaven! Therefore, I grant you the harshest punishment!”

Moshan looked on with cold eyes. The moment he lifted the Mountain River Sword, blue lightning began to coil around it, along with colorless currents of air.

Moshan’s complexion gradually regained its color. In an instant, the aura around him condensed. Within a radius of one meter, even leaves blown down by the wind were torn apart and turned to dust.

“Damn it! If I’d known this mission would be so difficult, I never should have taken it!” Lin Kuang grumbled, yet under the immense pressure he still raised his sword to meet the attack.

With both hands on his sword, Lin Kuang held it upright before his chest. From afar, a phantom seemed to erupt from within his body, as if it were directly before one’s eyes before dissolving completely into the air.

The next moment, the black earth that had been lying so quietly on the ground actually rose into the sky. The once-crimson sunset sky turned gray in an instant, as though the world had lost all color.

Dust thickened in the heavens, making the sky look like a choking haze, terrifying beyond measure.

Lin Kuang gave a cold laugh. The Non-Black Sword looked as though it had been drenched in blood, red and sinister.

But in the next instant, his pupils contracted. Reflected there was a remarkably handsome man dressed in black.

He had only one arm, his right arm, yet he held a sword in one hand and lunged forward with great force.

The moment he saw the sky darken, he rushed over at once; after all, a finishing move unleashed in full and a finishing move interrupted midway were entirely different matters.

The Mountain River Sword pierced cleanly into his left chest. It went in only a centimeter before stopping. Moshan frowned. The heart was not on the left?

Lin Kuang, gazing at Moshan who stood so close he could almost touch him, felt his heart sink. The instant the Mountain River Sword entered, the flow of blood within his genetic essence accelerated, and his heart shifted subtly, narrowly escaping disaster.

His genetic mutation was extraordinarily powerful. In some aspects it was especially strong, while in others it was terribly weak, even weaker than an ordinary person.

Just like the mutation in his legs: his leg genes were exceptionally strong and gave him incredible speed, yet there was a flaw: his nervous system could not keep up with that speed, and when injured, his recovery was painfully slow, just like the other half of his face.

In that brief instant, he had already made his decision. His muscles contracted at once, trapping the Mountain River Sword in place.