chsdbacks Chapter 69 Zanpakuto Release
Chapter 69 Zanpakuto Release
The red katana drew a crescent moon, and the fiery sword slash cleaved half of the church. Flames emerged from the sword wound on the church, and the entire Kassel College witnessed this scene, like the blazing sun illuminating the starry night.
The next moment, the flames suddenly contracted, flowing like a fluid to the tip of the katana, and then exploded with a bang!
Boom! Boom! Boom! Before Lu Mingze could react, flames engulfed him.
"Where did you come from?! What kind of ability is this?!"
Amidst the flames, Lu Mingze roared in despair, "Wind, come!"
A gust of wind suddenly rose up, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound. The high-speed airflow from below finally blocked some of the flames.
The flowing air gradually took away the oxygen in the church, and the flames were slowly pushed out of the church through the opening.
"Cough cough cough, cough cough cough"
Lu Mingze emerged from the smoke and dust in a disheveled state. He coughed as he wiped the soot from his face. Half of his suit had been consumed by the flames, and his entire body was covered in burn marks. He looked more like a down-on-his-luck beggar than an elegant young nobleman.
With a strange sound of metal scraping against wood, Su An spun his katana back into its sheath. He lowered his body, gripping the sheath with one hand and resting the other on the hilt.
The raging heat and flames were temporarily subdued in the brown scabbard, the temperature in the church plummeted, and the sense of death surged up like a tide along the hilt of Su An's sword.
Su An arched his body, slowly gripped the hilt of the knife with his right hand, and positioned the blade upwards, with the hilt in front and the tip pointing downwards and backwards.
"Oh?" Lu Mingze's expression turned serious. "Iaijutsu?"
Su An shook his head. A terrifying temperature emanated from the hilt of the sword in his hand, and the temperature began to soar from him!
Something terrifying is brewing, and once it emerges, it will destroy everything around it.
Lu Mingze had this premonition, and a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes.
"Just because I'm not showing my teeth doesn't mean I'm a pushover!"
Word of Power. Indra!
Dark lightning danced in his hand, and the air was repeatedly pierced by the high voltage, producing a piercing buzzing sound!
Black electricity spread from Lu Mingze's hands like a spider web. He leaped forward in his leather shoes, and the black lightning grew even more intense.
In an instant, the lightning in his hand had spread throughout the entire space around him. The flickering current was like a towering tree that appeared and disappeared, brewing death in the dim light!
"This isn't enough!" Lu Mingze took a deep breath excitedly, his eyes gleaming with a lava-like color.
His pupils were no longer crimson gold; the jet-black light suddenly turned into a blazing white, overshadowing the golden light in his eyes.
The blazing white electricity in Lu Mingze's hand almost illuminated the entire church, and the electric light flowed out through the crack that Su An had cleaved open, destroying many of the surrounding buildings.
He laughed heartily, holding up the thunderbolt in his hand like a sun made of lightning. Ancient epic poems record that the user of Indra transformed into the sun of thunder, rising slowly in the midday sky and stealing the light of the sun god. Now he was going to use lightning to steal the blazing sun from Suan's sword.
Finally, following Captain-Commander Yamamoto's instructions, Su An drew his sword!
The blade strikes first, followed closely by flames! A torrent of flames swirls around the blade of Ryujin Jakka!
The moment the sword was drawn, a tornado-shaped wall of flames rose up, spinning and burning to form a rotating fire dragon!
The fire dragon roared and howled, its flames coming from hell, and would not dissipate until the enemy was reduced to ashes!
Flames intertwined, countless sparks like the most ferocious wolf pack, and raging flames like the most terrifying tiger!
Su An's profile, illuminated by the firelight, was striking; his heroic posture as he brandished his sword against the enemy resembled that of Apollo from mythology.
"Flowing Blade Like Fire Begins to Solve—Song Ming!"
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Deep beneath the Kassel College, inside the "Ice Cellar".
"The copper pipe is leaking? How could that be?" the principal asked in a low voice, and the people around the control panel fell silent.
Old Tang peered out, puzzled, wondering why these people had fallen silent.
At this moment, he was an assistant lab technician wearing a mask and preparing dissection equipment. His journey had been incredibly smooth. After wandering around for a long time following the signs for "Ice Cellar," he entered what looked like a laboratory space and found a group of men taking a shower, excitedly and enthusiastically discussing something.
Old Tang overheard their discussion about the bronze pot and realized he'd had incredibly good luck today. In the steamy heat, no one could see each other's faces, so Old Tang openly stripped off all his clothes and joined them for a bath.
A dozen or so naked men walked around in the steam, and Old Tang even greeted a few of them as they passed by.
After showering, the men took out sterile suits from sealed plastic bags, put them on from head to toe, and were so well protected that it seemed they were going to some kind of virus laboratory or even to land on the moon.
Old Tang realized this was his perfect opportunity, so he enthusiastically went up and knocked out a guy who was about his height, took his ID card and pinned it to his chest, and put on his suit.
He then entered the sealed laboratory, which was entirely made of glass, and even removed his mask to drink a celebratory glass of champagne.
He was a free spirit. Whenever someone handed him a trolley full of dissection equipment, he would touch and fidget with it. When others applauded, he would applaud too.
Nobody paid attention to him; everyone was only interested in the brass jar inside the glass cavity.
"In any case, the autopsy continues."
The principal raised his hand.
"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and I can't wait an hour to obtain this important information."
The researchers began to applaud again; the principal's calmness and decisiveness in the face of unexpected events were always so convincing.
"Are the dissection equipment ready?" the principal asked.
Old Tang hurriedly raised his hand. He was pushing a small, completely non-metallic cart, on which were displayed transparent scalpels, saws, and scissors made of nanomaterials, as well as other tools that Old Tang couldn't name.
"For safety reasons, only the person responsible for the autopsy will enter; the others will stay outside to record the data."
The principal turned to Old Tang, his expression expectant, "Are you ready?"
Old Tang could only nod. He didn't know what the Dragon King was, but he was certain that the knowledge he had learned about dissecting frogs in high school biology class was not enough for him to handle this challenge.
Fortunately, he had his saw-barrel shotgun and a few soaking wet rounds tucked under his sterile suit, which gave him a bit more confidence.
Actually, he really wanted to turn around and run away, since it seemed he didn't have the strength to move that valuable copper pot by himself.
However, with a glass wall separating him from the quartz glass cavity inside, he could only see a blurry shadow of the copper pot, which was hardly enough for him to gather sufficient material to boast about and claim the $500 million.
He was determined to brave any danger, even the most dangerous ones.
The principal patted him on the shoulder, and the hatch leading to the cryogenic laboratory slid open, releasing white vapor from the evaporation of liquid nitrogen that hit his mask, making Old Tang feel a chill.
He entered the cryogenic chamber, where everything was white, with bright blue lights flashing all around.
In the very center is an oval-shaped quartz glass chamber containing a huge copper vessel, with liquid nitrogen vapor billowing around its feet.
For a moment, he had the illusion that he was standing on an endless snowfield, hearing a low call coming from a distant place beyond his sight—
"elder brother"