svetikya Page 109
Page 109
"They succeeded so easily."
A young, unusual person clutching his arm asked in surprise.
But as soon as he finished speaking, he attracted several disdainful glances.
"Success? You're kidding me! Didn't you see how stern that Koga ninja's face was?"
The slow, crisp footsteps attracted everyone's attention.
The group of supernatural beings saw a blond boy, his body covered in many unknown white scales, calmly emerge unharmed from the pillar of fire, radiating white light.
White Light Mode + Power! "Baka Na!"
The Koga-ryu ninja exclaimed in surprise, his eyes wide.
The next second, his heart sank to the bottom.
He could sense the other person's presence, so he knew perfectly well that the other person was not dead.
It would be abnormal if someone capable of easily killing more than a dozen superhumans were instantly killed by his fire jutsu. However, his leisurely and unscathed demeanor reminded him of a figure that had filled him with despair.
Hey, we monsters aren't... murderers, you naive ninja.
He still vividly remembers the image of that long-haired figure with hair hanging down behind her head.
"No! I am no longer the Yagyu Munee I used to be!"
"The Mantra of the Three-World Wisdom King!"
A faint light enveloped Yagyu Sōe's body as he formed the Great Vajra Wheel Mudra with his hands. Then, he drew his sword and charged out, creating a gust of wind.
"The Speed 620 has become faster."
With an unchanged expression, Aizen calmly commented, "But your seemingly tough tone is really all bark and no bite. Courage isn't shown by a loud voice, but by clean and decisive actions."
The more you act this way, the more it reveals your inner confusion and weakness, Mr. Ninja.
A hand, its palm gleaming with white light, was slightly curved and extended.
Yagyu Munee's pupils contracted, and his movements stiffened slightly as if he had thought of something.
"Oh no! Help him!"
"Take action together!"
"Ice Flower Shield!"
Swish swish.
Almost instantly, the other supernatural beings also made their moves.
A variety of dazzling and spectacular moves were unleashed simultaneously.
"Like a mantis trying to stop a chariot."
Aizen grinned, but his eyes were filled with indifference.
White Dragon J! White light spun, and beams of light shot out one after another.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! The violent explosions attracted the attention of countless people, including the foreign troops who had been looting the Yuanmingyuan. They were all stunned, and in an instant, countless soldiers and supernatural beings rushed towards the Yuanmingyuan.
When the explosions stopped, people from various countries lay on the ground in the Yuanmingyuan Garden, their fates unknown.
Aizen's gaze didn't linger on these people for even a moment.
His gaze remained fixed solely on the seemingly unremarkable, short old man not far away.
Among those extraordinary individuals, his presence was the least noticeable.
But he was also the only one who almost caused Aizen to misjudge the quantity.
"Young man, you are very strong."
"I don't want to fight you. Do I know why you're blocking our way and slaughtering the Allied Forces?"
The short, old man asked the question in a hoarse and slow voice, but his eyes were full of vigilance and wariness, clearly showing that he wanted to negotiate because he was afraid of Aizen's strength.
The speaker's fluent English allowed Aizen to roughly guess the other person's identity; he was either a British or American soldier.
Verbal sparring was actually Aizen's favorite thing.
Compared to battles, which are merely contests of strength, the intellectual exchange of words was one of the few pleasures in his long career.
"Why are there so many 'whys' at this point? If you were far stronger than me, would you still be asking 'whys'?"
Aizen's three consecutive questions immediately made the old man's face twitch.
"Could you not be so blunt?" But soon, Aizen gave his own answer with a disdainful look: "No! Because all you need to do is eliminate me, so it's meaningless whether I have any purpose or reason for taking action."
Conversely, if I am stronger than you, I can freely obtain what I want, and your opinion is equally meaningless to me, so why should I bother to tell you why I am doing this?
"Holy crap, that makes a lot of sense!" the old man thought instinctively.
However, he soon realized something was wrong; the other party had taken the lead in the conversation.
The old man's face darkened, and his eyes turned icy as he said, "Don't be so arrogant if you're stronger than me, young man! Your strength does indeed make me wary, but it's just wariness, not fear."
I'm not far better than you, but you're not necessarily better than this old guy.
"If we can resolve this peacefully, I don't want a mutually destructive battle. Even if we win this pointless fight, it won't bring any joy."
"A frog in a well."
Aizen shook his head and used a single Chinese idiom to describe the other person.
Thomas George's strength: Talent: Abilities: Spatial abilities, spatial concealment, spatial transfer, spatial blade, spatial blast+, spatial shattering. As Aizen said, the difference between the two cannot be explained in a few words.
He could easily see through the strength of this... old man George, while the other party was completely unable to accurately assess his strength.
However, the strength he has shown now has clearly reached the top tier of the + level. Even without using Kyoka Suigetsu, he can guarantee a more than 70% chance of winning in a one-on-one fight against Kyoraku Shunsui based on his swordsmanship.
Despite it being a collision between the initial release and the d-release, his spiritual pressure is even stronger, and he is now also experiencing a double boost from the white light mode and the power of the dragon.
If someone hasn't even been able to accurately assess the enormous disparity between themselves and the enemy in this situation, how can they not be like a frog in a well?
This is just like Murasaki Jin in the original work, who, despite knowing that he had easily defeated Hitsugaya, still claimed to be a strong person on the same level as him.
However, the reason why this person could catch Aizen's eye was simply because of his unique innate ability.
This is a naturally gifted individual! Among those with extraordinary abilities, he is basically among the top-tier powerhouses.
Her superpowers are similar to those of Feng Shayan, the young lady of the Future World Society, but hers are developed far more powerfully and pose a greater threat.
The young lady's main combat method in the future is to use spatial teleportation to connect two spaces and attack people from a distance. It's an interesting idea, but it lacks sufficient offensive power.
Living a long life and possessing considerable talent, even a powerful individual with such a rare type of superpower could only be considered average in Aizen's eyes.
The moves are well-developed, but the "Innate Twist" itself...
Their training was much less rigorous; they relied entirely on their abilities, and their skills in all aspects were not well-rounded.
Aizen believed that the future Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain would simply rely on the "Golden Light Mantra."
They could all defeat this old man.
A flash of anger crossed the old man's eyes, and he said in a deep voice, "It seems I'll have to show you what this old man can do before we can have a proper conversation."
"Space Blade!"
"The Roar of the White Dragon".
Chapter 183 Some are born kings, some are born bandits! 17/18
Did they escape?
Standing amidst a landscape riddled with craters, Aizen's gaze flickered slightly. He glanced at the few drops of blood remaining on the ground not far away, but showed no intention of pursuing them.
Currently, his White Dragon has not yet reached the level of mastering the D-release; its initial release ability is only equivalent to its + strength.
In a fight, the old man is no match for him, but if that guy wants to escape, he really can't stop him without revealing his other abilities.
Spatial abilities have a unique advantage in both pursuit and survival.
Moreover, seeing the increasing number of soldiers and guns around him, it was clear that these people wouldn't let him leave easily.
A one-hit kill isn't entirely impossible; using the Dragon Slayer Technique could potentially salvage the situation. But if he personally destroyed the imperial city and the mausoleum, what was the point of him even coming here? "It's that... person? It's him who caused the white light. What kind of special weapon is that?"
"I'm not sure, but it seems like he killed a lot of coalition soldiers."
"This land has been ravaged like this, what exactly happened before?"
"This guy seems to be an enemy, but he also looks like he's from a noble family. The superior will probably talk to him first."
"Regardless, be ready to act at any time. He has no power to resist under such overwhelming encirclement."
Scattered conversations in various languages could be heard among the soldiers.
The surprise and astonishment were almost impossible to conceal.
For these ordinary soldiers, the existence of supernatural beings like the "Others" was completely unknown; only some officers of a certain rank knew a little about them.
Therefore, at this moment, the British military leader, still clinging to the pride of the British Empire, was the first to step forward, raising his megaphone with a wary expression.
"Sir, who exactly are you, and why are you opposing our allied forces?"
If you have any needs, you can make them to us. As long as we can meet your requirements, we can discuss it. Fighting and killing are not good.
There's an old saying in this country, something like, "Peace is of the essence." We can definitely sit down and have a good talk.
"It's that same old, tired excuse again."
Aizen's eyes were indifferent, but he sneered inwardly. He had heard similar words countless times: "Is fighting and killing good? Are all these guns and cannons fake?"
It just boils down to a few different meanings.
Who are you? What's your purpose? Can we resolve this peacefully? The people who said this to him were all different: ordinary people from foreign armies, extraordinary people from China, and extraordinary people from abroad. It was a tacit understanding that made him want to laugh out loud.
Ultimately, it all boils down to this: seeing that he poses too great a threat, and with each instance proving that force is ineffective, these people will resort to: "reasoning."
Is this how you negotiate?
In reality, there aren't that many idiots who know the bone is hard but still insist on trying to gnaw on it with their teeth.
Aizen almost wanted to use the power of words to show the other party what "reasoning" really meant.
He could crumble the opposing alliance in an instant, causing them to distrust each other and collapse without a fight! However, more and more people were arriving, and the number of supernatural beings secretly observing him was also increasing, constantly reminding themselves that they were not "Aizen" now.
Aizen, in this identity, ultimately refrained from engaging in verbal sparring with the other party.
"Alright, that's enough with the small talk."
Turning around, and seeing some soldiers rushing out from inside the Yuanmingyuan, Aizen once again entered the double white light effect, transforming into a beam of white light and disappearing.
Bang! Bang! Bang! A second later, a dense barrage of muffled explosions erupted along with the rain of blood.
Holding the calligraphy and paintings in her arms, Gu Ran didn't even have time to examine them before she immediately...
Contact system: "Can I store some things here?"
"Can."
"I'll take it!"
In the blink of an eye, everything Aizen was holding vanished into thin air.
Even these things—the stuff that these few dozen foreign soldiers stole—he couldn't protect even by himself. Some of the things he had left at his feet had also vanished in an instant.
Finally, he vaguely saw "Tang Yin".
Wang Xizhi
Calligraphy by famous artists, etc.
For a fleeting moment, Aizen even had the urge to loot all the treasures in the Old Summer Palace.
As a refined villain, Aizen also has a considerable interest in art and culture.
Although it seems like it takes a while from when he contacts the system to when the item disappears, the whole process actually takes less than two seconds.
Even considering the exaggerated bloodshed he caused, three seconds and three seconds weren't enough to bring those soldiers, whose perspectives were that of ordinary people, back to their senses. They were all stunned, as if they had lost their souls.
"God! This must be God!"
"Could this be God's messenger, sent by angels to judge our sins?"
"Damn it, I don't believe it! I don't want to die!"