Chapter 738: Battle in the Twisted Domain

Bang bang bang bang bang…

A dense horde of countless “strange figures” turned the space between Lu Xin and the Sword Bearer into a veritable hell.

Lu Xin gripped his sister’s hand and charged forward through a forest as cruel as a demon’s nightmare.

Spinning chainsaws, razor-sharp blades, and gaping maws bristling with bizarre rows of teeth whizzed past him.

This was a domain conjured by the Sword Bearer using the power of judgment, akin to a distorted force field.

Even Malice Lu Xin’s mental power—far surpassing that of Lu Xin’s own inner demons—could not control these torture monsters that resembled men yet were far from human when trapped in such a warped field.

At this moment, Lu Xin, though possessing the lowest level of mental energy, showed the most human resolve.

He displayed an unprecedented determination.

His sister endowed him with a highly agile body, unleashing the full potential of spider-type power.

Dodging and weaving through the forest of torture monsters with a series of bizarre, contorted maneuvers, he pressed on.

Even when he encountered unavoidable foes, he acted first without hesitation.

With lightning speed, he swung the broken-off Judgment Sword in hand, hacking down the monster blocking his route as he surged toward the Sword Bearer.

“Buzz…buzz…buzz…”

A roar of immense mental power thundered in his ears, slicing through like cutting electrical currents.

The chaotic psychic energies enveloping him filled his mind with disordered auditory hallucinations, as if someone were loudly proclaiming “fairness and justice,” while others were screaming in anguish over unspeakable crimes.

He even caught faint screams of agony in the throes of death, accompanied by desperate struggles.

Countless twisted, eerie forces continuously affected his perception, emotions, and even desires—reminding him of the attack he suffered at the door of Red Moon Elementary School—and a tidal wave of guilt welled up from deep within.

But it was all in vain.

It wasn’t the first time Lu Xin had encountered this corruption; he had just felt it moments ago.

In fact, he had even achieved a kind of reconciliation with himself thanks to that very pollution.

The power of judgment could not affect him in the short term—in fact, it might never work on him again.

He simply charged forward at breakneck speed, ignoring all the illusions.

“Swish!”

Bright light flickered in the steely gray eyes of the Sword Bearer.

After the recent setback, it seemed he didn’t appreciate Lu Xin’s approach.

At Lu Xin’s level, he had long grown accustomed to clashes of mental power.

The torture monsters had been created to help him counter opponents boasting superior psychic strength.

Yet no one expected Lu Xin to evade them so deftly, slipping past each one with maneuvering and interweaving.

In a clever bid, he closed the distance between them.

Having bypassed almost half the torture monsters, his massive frame suddenly began to distort.

Whoosh…

In an instant, the air folded into layers as a titanic shockwave surged along the ground toward Lu Xin.

A mental impact.

A psychic strike emanating from the utmost echelon of power.

“Brother…”

His sister cried out in frightened tones.

Even she sensed a fear stemming from an entirely different level.

It was as if invisible walls, one after another, were barreling toward her and Lu Xin with overwhelming force.

“Don’t be afraid…”

Lu Xin clutched his sister’s hand tightly and gritted his teeth as he shouted.

Suddenly, his right hand lashed out; his entire palm turned a ghostly white.

He snatched a torture monster, its body studded with iron nails, from nearby and hurled it high into the air.

Under the tremendous force, the creature was thrown several dozen meters upward.

While it thrashed wildly and let out a maniacal scream in mid-air, its movements looked absurdly comical.

Without missing a beat, Lu Xin drew a Black Playing Card, its surface briefly flashing with an eerie glow.

In the next moment, positions were exchanged—the tortured creature landed on the ground while Lu Xin soared into the sky.

The Sword Bearer’s mental impact was aimed squarely at the Lu Xin on the ground.

With a sloping trajectory from high to low, Lu Xin’s switch of positions allowed him to dodge the impact.

Suspended mid-air, Lu Xin leveraged his sister’s strength to quickly adjust his stance, dove into a Black Bag, and produced a handgun; his nimble fingers swiftly disengaged the safety as he aimed at the Sword Bearer’s body.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

In an instant, he pulled the trigger and three bullets whistled through the air.

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……

For the Sword Bearer, the damage inflicted by the bullets was negligible—practically insignificant.

Even Special Bullets would make little difference, let alone the Ordinary Bullets fired by Lu Xin at that moment.

Yet as Lu Xin fired, dark particles flashed intensely in his eyes.

In the next instant, all three ordinary bullets suddenly gained enormous kinetic energy, entwined with a terrifying, almost tangible psychic force. As they struck the Sword Bearer, gigantic craters erupted upon impact.

A massive, fearsome power continued to wreak havoc across his enormous frame.

This new ability had been developed by harnessing the power of the Fantasy King tier.

The Fantasy King could alter everything around him, so Lu Xin naturally imagined that his bullets possessed tremendous might.

He believed that as strong as he imagined them to be, they would be.

If needed, and if things went well, he could even envision them as three nuclear warheads.

Of course, there were limits—the more extravagant the fantasy, the less likely it was to materialize.

Moreover, when facing a head-on clash with the Sword Bearer’s power, he could dilute such abilities.

But releasing his Fantasy King power through the bullets just as the Sword Bearer unleashed his mental impact yielded miraculous results.

“Bang!” “Bang!” “Bang!”

The three bullets slammed into the Sword Bearer, inflicting tremendous damage.

His massive body trembled, taking two staggering steps back, nearly toppling over.

The mental impact, which required focused concentration to release, abruptly ceased.

As Lu Xin’s body began plummeting, he seized the opportunity.

Mid-air, he readjusted his posture, clenched his teeth, and suddenly flipped, his right hand reaching out ferociously.

His pale palm sliced through layers of rippling air, grabbing once again at the Sword Bearer’s neck.

The dark particles in his eyes burst forth with fierce intensity, pushing his right-hand strength to its extreme.

It was as if he intended to repeat his previous maneuver, to once more wrest the Sword Bearer’s power for his own.

“Whoosh…”

At that very moment, the Sword Bearer—already struck by three bullets—seemed to erupt with genuine fury. His enormous body staggered, and while Lu Xin’s right hand had locked on, the Sword Bearer’s reaction was astonishingly swift.

Before he could even steady himself, the Sword Bearer’s left hand rose with a violent jolt, shaking the very air as it collided with Lu Xin’s right palm.

“Crack, crack, crack…”

The clash of their palms sent out a burst of staggering psychic turbulence.

Amidst the chaos, there was even the sickening sound of bones being crushed.

“How can it be this strong?”

Lu Xin gritted his teeth, a flicker of doubt piercing his heart.

But having long made up his mind, he did not show any panic. In the split second after the Sword Bearer grasped his right hand, his body tensed like a drawn bow, and he discarded his handgun before swiftly grabbing the broken-off Judgment Sword.

His sister’s small hands helped steady his arm.

Then, using this unconventional method that made it hard to channel force, he concentrated all his strength.

His bowed body suddenly snapped upright, and the rusted fragment of the Judgment Sword flew off in an instant.

“Die!”

“……”

Under the Red Moon, the rusted half of the Judgment Sword carved a long, spiral shockwave through the air.

After being swung, the kinetic energy on the Judgment Sword did not dissipate.

In fact, augmented by Lu Xin’s imagined power, it only grew, the force intensifying.

Eventually, it amassed a force as powerful as a missile, instantly striking the Sword Bearer’s chest.

It pierced through his stone armor, creating spiderweb-like cracks that spread outward before plunging straight through his body and emerging from his back…

“Sss…”

The Sword Bearer was impaled by the shattered Judgment Sword, his body arching as his psychic energy scattered into disarray.

At that moment, the world fell eerily silent.

Even the countless enforcers in the wasteland and the clusters of torture monsters suddenly froze on the spot.

“Is it over?”

Be it Lu Xin, falling from the sky, or his father, his mom, or even Malice Lu Xin, all eyes instinctively fixed on the Sword Bearer impaled by the broken Judgment Sword, and they halted their actions.

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……

As Lu Xin’s body began its descent, time itself seemed to slow down.

Neither he nor his sister considered the possibility of a fatal fall; their gazes remained fixed on the Sword Bearer.

Having wrested the Judgment Sword from him, its power became Lu Xin’s own.

After all, as the Sword Bearer’s weapon, it was capable of wounding its master.

Combined with his own fantasy, the kinetic energy ignited by dark particles, and the overwhelming damage it inflicted by piercing through the body,

by any theory or precedent, this strike was enough to kill him.

So… it was over, wasn’t it?

As Lu Xin pondered this, the Sword Bearer’s body, after being impaled, lay silent for a moment before suddenly trembling violently, as if his entire psychic power were on the verge of collapse. In the next instant, he suddenly straightened up, releasing a terrifying pressure.

“What?”

Lu Xin’s pupils contracted sharply.

From another direction, even his usually relaxed mom’s expression transformed instantly.

She caught sight of the stacked vertebrae within the Sword Bearer’s heavy armor.

She saw the wound Lu Xin had inflicted with his bullet rapidly healing, with a blood-like liquid seeping out, and witnessed countless faces of tormented souls materializing on his armor, like barren wild grass sprouting in a hurry…

“This isn’t good…”

For the first time, her face registered genuine shock: “We were mistaken. This isn’t a mere projection…”

“This is the real Sword Bearer!”