Logging 10,000 Years into the Future-Chapter 372

Chapter 372

Dazzling radiance engulfed half the street, obscuring the scene within.

Finally, the light dissipated.

Two figures stood silently on the street.

Lu Sheng’s right fist was pressed solidly against Gu Xuan’s forehead.

Gu Xuan took a double sword grip stance, the black longsword mere inches from Lu Sheng’s brow.

The next second, Lu Sheng calmly retracted his fist.

“Ahhh…”

A faint sigh seemed to sound.

Gu Xuan’s form began disintegrating bit by bit into ashes, scattering away.

The black longsword clattered to the ground, casually caught by Lu Sheng’s hand.

The grey faded from Lu Sheng’s eyes as he watched Gu Xuan vanish before him. With a slightly regretful tone, he said softly: “You were too handsome, I cannot allow anyone more handsome than me to exist in this world. So, rest in peace. Your heroic spirit is immortal …”

Gu Xuan’s body completely dispersed into the wind, leaving only a pile of crumbled black armor fallen to the ground.

A sense of relief filled Lu Sheng’s eyes.

This battle, he had still underestimated the dreadfulness of a Martial Sage-level undead.

If he had not sensed Gu Xuan seeming to prepare some extremely formidable killing move and preemptively struck first to eliminate him…

The outcome would truly have been uncertain.

“Shattering the Void has indeed grown more powerful, manifesting over 200 illusory clones attacking…double the amount from before…”

Shattering the Void was the limit of Lu Sheng’s combat power.

Of course, only usable within the Dream World.

“No one worth using that move against outside …”

Lu Sheng mused idly, “When I truly unleash it before the world’s eyes … My hands will be stained with the blood of Martial Sages.” fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

At this moment, billowing plumes of black smoke began rising from Gu Xuan’s armor remnants.

Like a massive banner whipped by the wind, it suddenly enveloped Lu Sheng.

Lu Sheng calmly closed his eyes, filled with anticipation.

“A Martial Sage’s treasures, eh …”

Damp. Dark. Filthy. Foul-smelling. Endless downpours, a maze of chaotic streets, corpses floating up from the fetid drainage ditches every day.

A scrawny figure burst through the rain, dashing quickly into a small den constructed from discarded pipes.

“Big bro! You’re back!”

From under a filthy, tattered pile of bedding, an even skinnier form emerged, its waxy, emaciated face lit with delight.

Soaked through by the rain, lips pale, body shivering from the cold, the youth pulled out a glass tube about a foot long and as thick as a fist from his clothes.

Half-filled with a turbid white liquid, he thrust it towards the scrawny boy, urging, “Eat up, quick!”

The boy blinked at the vial the youth handed him, eyes wide with surprise and joy. “Big bro, this is a nutrient solution! Where’d you get it?”

“Just arrived with today’s garbage truck, took me half a day scrounging around to find it …”

A flash of vicious anger crossed the youth’s face as he spat bitterly, “Was supposed to be two vials, but those bastards from the Little Blade Gang snatched one. I’ll make sure they cough ours back up sooner or later!”

“Big bro, the Little Blade guys are bad news, don’t pick fights with them…”

The boy cautioned worriedly as he took tiny sips of the cloudy nutrient liquid.

But the youth’s eyes were ice cold. “If we don’t fight them, we’ll starve to death eventually.

Fighting them might just give us a chance to live…”

“Just be careful, big bro.”

The boy obediently handed the remaining half of the solution to the youth. “I’m full, you drink the rest.”

A flicker of warmth entered the youth’s frigid gaze as he ruffled the boy’s hair and drained the last of the liquid.

Wiping his mouth with his soaked sleeve, he stared out at the relentless downpour, a ferocious wolflike determination in his expression.

“Don’t worry, little Xuan. Big bro will definitely get you into one of the bases someday. To learn martial arts, to make something of yourself! Definitely …”

***

On the desolate muddy ground, a group of youths, pale, slowly retreated. Then they abruptly turned and ran away swiftly.

“He’s gone mad! This kid has gone mad!”

“Run, don’t confront someone so reckless …”

Several figures lay straight on the ground, blood flowing everywhere.

“Brother!”

A slim figure darted out from the bushes nearby, crying out, and rushed to one of the bodies, wailing loudly.

“Don’t cry …”

The figure struggled to get up, his face deathly pale from blood loss, covered in blood and wounds.

“I’m not dead yet.”

“Brother!” The boy cried tears of joy, hugging the youth tightly.

The youth embraced the boy, his gaze fierce as he looked at the corpses beside them, speaking word by word: “Little Xuan, did you see that? If you want others to fear us, to survive, you have to be ruthless. You must remember, when practicing martial arts, you must learn the skills specifically for killing. If you don’t kill others, others will kill you. Understood?”

“I understand, brother.”

You two little brats are really tough, able to survive this long in the wasteland slums … From now on, follow me.”

A towering, muscular man with an indistinct face stood before them, smiling as he spoke.

The two figures were overjoyed.

The youth hugged the boy, laughing heartily: “See, Little Xuan? Your brother kept his word, I’m taking you to the base, giving you a chance to learn martial arts, I did what I said!“

The boy looked up, excited, nodding vigorously with admiration on his small face.

***

“Please, don’t kill me… I have a daughter, only five years old this year.

Don’t believe me? I have photos, let me show you!”

The kneeling man frantically took out an electronic watch from his pocket, projecting two figures, one big and one small, cuddling together.

The knife-wielding youth compared the man’s face to the photo album, his gaze lingering on the cute face of the little girl.

Finally, he wavered.

“You can go…”

“Thank you… Thank you!”

The youth turned to leave, the kneeling man cried tears of gratitude, but a glint of viciousness flashed in his eyes.

Out of the dark basement, the youth saw the young man smoking in the shadows by the wall.

“Did you kill them all?”

The young man stubbed out his cigarette, questioning the youth.

The youth nodded.

Relief showed on the young man’s face as he patted the youth’s shoulder, remarking casually: “Those people were members of the Doomsday Cult, all inhuman fanatics, not worth pitying. Same old saying, if you don’t kill others, others will kill you. Whether practicing martial arts or living, you have to be ruthless!”

“Understood, brother…”

The youth shrugged off the young man’s arm impatiently, striding towards the sunlight.

The young man stood behind him, shaking his head helplessly.

***

“Gu Xuan, your brother is dead.”

The youth practicing with his blade froze, staring blankly at the arrival.

The arrival handed him a broken blade, speaking: “It was the Doomsday Cult’s revenge, seemed to be aimed at you, your brother shielded you. He killed thirteen at Level 6, but died, his body couldn’t be recovered, just this blade left…”