Infinite Slaughter System: I Kill, Therefore I Ascend!-Chapter 213: The Round of 8, Bei Dongshi versus Shen Jian! 2
Shen Jian’s eyes burned with humiliation as those inky black feathers surged up like a reversed rainfall, their black light swallowing the brilliance of his wings.
He was a Divine Deva disciple!
In his mind, the sky fucking belonged to him!
So he answered the only way he knew how—by escalating things crazily!
His wings flared wider, light gathering in thick layers until he looked like a small sun hovering above the arena.
He swept his arm again and again, sending down an even denser barrage of radiant feathers, each one sharp enough to pierce stone, each one carrying the same judgment attribute that made weaker disciples instinctively lower their heads.
For a time, the two barrages met in midair, white and black interweaving and detonating into waves of shock that rippled against the arena formation.
The crowd regained its breath and then promptly lost it again.
"This is finally a real match!"
"They’re actually trading evenly!"
"Those black feathers... what even are they?!"
Even the Seven Sins Sect True Inheritors leaned forward with interest, Rong Aotian’s lips curled as if he enjoyed this kind of spectacle far too much.
Up on the high platform, Zhang Luo’s eyes shone, clearly pleased at Shen Jian’s dominance of the skies, until her expression tightened slightly.
Because Bei Dongshi was still too calm.
He stood below with his hands behind his back, blindfolded, posture straight, as if he weren’t defending against a storm but simply watching rain fall in a courtyard.
And then... he changed his hand seal!
It was a subtle movement that most disciples wouldn’t have noticed if they weren’t already staring like their lives depended on it.
"I invoke the laws of the Samsara. Karmic Power, bestow unto me the power of my enemy," Bei Dongshi commanded with a quiet intensity.
The inky pool beneath him trembled, then rose into shapes.
Two figures formed from that blackness as if poured out from an abyssal void, their outlines coming first, then their details, and finally their presence.
The one on the left was a woman with a sharp and confident posture, as well as cold eyes full of mercantile calculation.
The one on the right was a woman with wild beauty and feral energy, like a beast that couldn’t be leashed.
The entire arena erupted into disbelief, some fellows even rising to their feet in shock.
"It... it can’t be!!"
"Cao Xian and Hu Lili? What the heck?!"
"If he can even summon them, then who can stop this blind freak?"
The real Cao Xian, seated in the stands and still recovering from her earlier clash, stiffened as her lips tightened into a thin line, her eyes narrowing with visible discomfort.
Hu Lili’s expression changed as well—her airheaded grin disappearing for the first time—into an instinctive predator’s irritation at seeing a false imitation.
Shen Jian’s face darkened midair, and inwardly, he was a bit terrified. He had sincerely believed that this fellow wouldn’t dare to summon any of them at the top, because Shen Jian, after mastering the Divine Deva Ascent this far, knew that their techniques were extremely demonic in nature.
Not only did they plunder from others to add to oneself, but they also had hidden dangers within the techniques that the users had to resolve themselves or be destroyed by them.
To use the Exploding Feathers, he had to suffer incredible torment and work extremely hard, which was why he could wield this power easily and even stun his Path Saint.
However, Bei Dongshi must also be paying an invisible cost to use this unique and unheard-of method of the Desolate Hell Hall, and using deduction and reasoning, that cost should be relative to the strength—whether karmic or cultivation—of the target he was replicating.
To go ahead and do so for the trash in the round of thirty-two and the round of sixteen was one thing, but to dare to do it in the round of eight, where each of them had high talent? Just what was this guy?
Despite his thoughts, Shen Jian’s mouth was more unruly as he snorted and spoke coldly. "You think tricks like this can touch me?"
In response, the ’Cao Xian’ phantom moved first, shifting its posture as its hands formed familiar seals, and the black Dharma Power around it changed nature, turning heavy and violent as it simulated Asura Blood Power in a crude but dangerous way.
At the same time, the ’Hu Lili’ phantom’s aura spiked, shoulders hunching, eyes widening into that unmistakable berserk ferocity.
Tiger Blood Rage!
A wave of pressure slammed outward, causing the arena formation to shake and then, despite the fact that neither Cao Xian nor Hu Lili could truly fly like Shen Jian could, the two phantoms jumped into the air with explosive force, using sheer power and momentum to reach him!
The crowd screamed with shock and confusion, not understanding how the phantoms could use the ’ultimate moves’ of the real versions.
"Holy shit, they’re in the sky!"
"How are they gonna fight him up there? They don’t have their own wings!"
Shen Jian responded immediately, sending down his glowing light-feathers in a fierce sweep to deter the attackers, but the two phantoms didn’t retreat like normal opponents.
Instead, they forced contact, barging through layers of cutting feathers that tore at their forms until they reached their target!
The Cao Xian phantom dove in with blunt and aggressive strikes that disrupted Shen Jian’s rhythm using second-realm-tier Blood Aura, while the berserk Hu Lili phantom moved like a savage predator, clawing and tearing at his wings of light with reckless disregard for injury!
For several seconds, Shen Jian was pushed into a corner of the sky despite his wings granting him immense mobility compared to his foes, who had to exert extreme physical force downward to maintain their height.
However, the pressure of two strong presences attacking at once continually weakened him, forcing him to block, dodge, and reposition without pause, unable to even formulate a plan.
Without any need for foresight, the crowd could tell...
Shen Jian... was going to lose!
The young man’s teeth clenched, his chest burning with unwillingness and despair, until his eyes glinted with a hint of madness.
"Ah! Enough!!"
The word rang out like a verdict as his wings snapped wide and the light around him condensed crazily, not into feathers this time, but into something sharper, narrower, and terrifyingly focused!
A sword made of pure Divine Deva Judgment Light formed above him—long, clean, and so radiant that disciples in the lower stands had to cover their eyes.
Holy shit!
A number of cultivators instinctively swallowed, because even if they didn’t fully understand techniques, they understood one thing.
This... this was what Shen Jian was lauded for, what people who supported him to win used as their trump card in arguments!
His semi-unique Daoist art: the Divine Light Sword!
Shen Jian’s eyes were bloodshot with fury as he raised both hands and then threw them downward with such force you would think he was holding a huge boulder.
"Slash! Slash!! Slash!!! Slash it all for me!!"
The sword fell, forming a brilliant sword light that was essentially a single downward slice that seemed to virtually split the air.
The two phantoms didn’t even have time to react properly before they were severed with ease, their forms flickering and tearing apart, dispersing into black mist that was swallowed back into the pool below.
Seeing this, Cao Xian’s expression became ugly, because the implications were clear. If it had been the real her in that ring, she would have been defeated, if not killed, by that one blow!
As for Hu Lili, her eyes shone with interest. "Woah! I wonder why my phantom didn’t use ’that’? Or wait, is it that it can’t?"
As for the spectators, they were left in equal parts awe and terror at what they had just witnessed.
"That slash... that’s insane!"
"Hold on, that kind of attack would definitely take a lot of power, right?"
"Indeed, you can feel it in his aura. It’s dropped significantly!"
Shen Jian hovered there midair, breathing harder now, his chest rising and falling, and his Wings of Judgment much dimmer than before. The Divine Light Sword was gone, but the price of using it was visibly showing on him.
Yet below, Bei Dongshi stood still, ever calm and patient, as if this outcome was exactly what he wanted.
Shen Jian’s eyes narrowed. "You—"
Bei Dongshi didn’t let him finish as he suddenly moved, taking a single step and making a cutting motion through empty air.
Then, he spoke the name of the art he was using with unsettling calm.
"Karma Slash."
...but nothing visible flew out. There were no flashy lights, no calamitous sounds, and no thunderous explosions, leaving the crowd blinking in confusion.
Then Shen Jian’s expression changed drastically as he was about to explode with all his power, but the next moment, his eyes lost focus and his mouth parted slightly as if he had forgotten how to even think.
For a moment, he hung in the sky like a puppet whose strings had been cut, then his Wings of Judgment flickered and disappeared, leaving him to plummet to the ground like a meteor!
The fall was short, and luckily for him, the formation cushioned the impact enough that it didn’t splatter him.
Still, the sight of Shen Jian’s unconscious body hitting the stage sent a wave of malicious chill through the hearts of all onlookers.
Because what the hell just happened?
There was silence for a moment before the Divine Deva Overseer’s voice rang out, heavy and final.
"Winner... Bei Dongshi!"
The crowd remained silent, not sure what to make of what they had just witnessed.
On the Divine Deva side, disciples stared in disbelief.
On the Desolate Hell side, faces lit with grim satisfaction, finally sticking one to the arrogant pricks.
On the high platforms, more than one elder’s expression changed greatly, because whatever that last cut had been, it wasn’t something people liked seeing!
Bei Dongshi adjusted his posture slightly, then turned away without ceremony, as if he had only finished a routine task.
And as the seconds passed before the next round, the arena’s atmosphere didn’t lighten; rather, it sharpened.
Because the next fight waiting in the air was the one everyone had been saving their breath for.
Li Ling was coming to the stage!
