Chapter 14: The Power of the Perfect Ghost God

  As an expert in using cold weapons, Jianhun not only can use all the weapons of other types of ghost swordsmen, but also has a unique weapon - light sword. Depending on the different powers of the left arm ghost god, the abilities possessed by the light sword are also different. The one in front of Mideye now seems plain and unadorned after fighting until now, but at this moment, when it completely hides its outline, even without leaving a trace of blood, Mideye can determine that this is a transparent sword.

  This property is very simple, but it's precisely because of its simplicity that it's extremely suitable for actual combat and easier to gain an advantage.

  The eerie atmosphere that came from the air, and the iron chain on his left arm crawling with dark purple flames, made Midei understand that now this 35-level sword soul was finally going to get serious and use its killer move.

  In one breath, in an instant, the sword soul had transformed into a residual shadow that struck. The distance of more than five meters between the two suddenly disappeared, and in the blink of an eye they were stuck together.

  The enemy's killing intent was revealed, but Middy's expression remained calm as ever. When he sensed that he was about to enter the range of the transparent sword's attack, Middy's long sword, which had been held back, finally moved silently and struck out. The two weapons clashed, sending off countless bright sparks, and the two faces flashed by in the sparks. Seizing the brief interval between the intense clashes, Middy retreated with a receiving stance, cleverly dissipating the impact of the fierce sword fight, then once again quietly countered.

  A fierce clash between the two swordsmen, with speed as fast as possible, in a short second, like a long year, the sharp blade piercing the air, the crisp sound of metal collision, the faint echo of boots stepping on the ground, and the deliberately suppressed breathing and painful wails, became the main melody of the battle.

  At this point, Mide's entire body was already covered in wounds - shoulders, arms, thighs, waist - seven or eight deep and shallow wounds of varying lengths appeared on his body.

  Fresh blood gushed out, dripping down the black-haired boy's body and falling to the ground, blooming like a rose.

  But the killer slightly furrowed his brow.

  These wounds look shocking, but they are far from fatal. A killer who is used to seeing death knows this best.

  However, he was now going all out, without leaving any room for maneuvering, and launched the most ruthless and sharp attack. Facing a mere 19th-level minor demon, no matter how good its talent was, it shouldn't have only been at this level.

  But these thoughts only flashed through his mind for a moment, Jian Hun was no longer thinking about it, no matter what conspiracy the other party had, attacking was the most practical thing to do. With his strength, as long as he launched a crazy attack without considering the cost, he could dispel all conspiracies and tricks, everything else was meaningless!

  The two figures were once again shrouded in the flash of swords and shadows, sometimes intersecting, sometimes overlapping, sometimes separating for a distance before colliding fiercely again. The fierce counterattack burst out incessantly, just like two raging bulls with bloodshot eyes, refusing to stop attacking until their opponent fell.

  But this 35-level versus 19-level hard confrontation surprisingly continued indefinitely without ending.

  Moreover, Mi Di has an increasingly courageous trend.

  How is this possible! Jianhun's surface was still aggressively attacking, but his heart had already started to surge with shock and horror. He simply thought he was dreaming, yet he couldn't help but face reality.

  Could it be that this guy is actually a hidden master, a strong man from the Hamilton family who has been disguised as a lower level using some secret method? Jian Ling was guessing in his heart, but still couldn't figure it out.

  At the same time, as the battle continued, Midei's heart was clear and calm.

  Indeed, his level was only 19, while his opponent's was 35. However, this difference was merely between the two Ghost Swordsmen as hosts, and bore no relation to the distinction between them as parasites and the Ghost Gods.

  Of course, as the host grows stronger, the oni that has absorbed more power will also grow and provide greater assistance, or lose control and devour the host's will.

  However, outside of this dependent intensity acquired through extraction, the power of the oni's true body is ultimately decisive.

  In 984, variations were not yet widespread, adventurers were rare, and ghost swordsmen were even rarer, so people who understood, recognized, valued, and studied ghosts were extremely rare. Probably, except for the "Fog Witch" who always hid in her room, there wouldn't be anyone else.

  But after being reborn, Midei of course clearly knew that the power of the oni would have a great invisible impact on the battles between the oni swordsmen.

  Just like now, he was thoroughly suppressed by his opponent, but silently and quietly, his ghost thoroughly suppressed the ghost of that 35-level sword soul!

  This was the situation that Mi Di had calculated from the beginning, and it was also his biggest trump card in choosing to intercept this 35th-level Sword Soul.

  Although I dare not say that it is the strongest, undoubtedly, the countless battles of the previous life, various calculations and comparisons, the assertion of the Fog Witch, plus the mysterious power that made herself reborn, Mide can determine that her ghost god is absolutely beyond the first-class standard.

  Moreover, in this life, he achieved a perfect fusion with the ghost gods, without even needing to seal them.

  How can ordinary ghosts and spirits compare with such a fusion of gods and demons, and the amplification brought by the heart having Ling Xi?

  Moreover, this sword soul's ghost god was also bound by iron chains, just like a person who was originally weak and wore shackles on his body. How could he possibly gain the upper hand in the confrontation with Mide's ghost god?

  Originally, if this sword soul used an ordinary lightsaber, Midei might not have lasted this long. However, relying on the power of the ghost god to exhibit the transparent sword technique, in reality, the power, speed, accuracy and other aspects of this sword soul had unknowingly decreased by several levels due to being dragged down by the ghost god. Adding that Midei's 19th level actually possessed a physical quality around 25th level, relying on the experience of rebirth to perform at a 30th level standard, this stalemate naturally prolonged the battle.

  Feeling the surging power in his left arm, the faint but certain recovery effect, and the invisible consumption and fluctuations that burst forth when the auras of both sides clashed silently, Midie's heart was no longer just calm, but increasingly filled with confidence.

  The perfectly merged oni god is indeed powerful.

  Not only is there no sign of further erosion, but it can also move freely, bringing a field of view that human senses cannot perceive, and even the collision between ghosts can be felt.

  That's what they call perfect fusion.

  Old buddy, in the previous life, you made me, a half-baked playboy, become a powerful Devil May Cry, became one of the Iron Triangle of the Falcon Team, standing shoulder to shoulder with the Magic Bullet Queen and the Fog Witch, and finally brought me a chance for rebirth.

  In this life, I will definitely not waste your power and become a strong enough ghost swordsman to match you, the great ghost god!

  Midi said so in her heart, and a determination flashed through her eyes.

  He has one more chance, one real chance to recreate his opponent.

  Apart from the initial bloodbath where that one slash hit its mark, Midei spent most of his time dodging and blocking, barely surviving under the pressure of a high-level opponent. Now, apart from the bloodstain on his chest, the swordsman's body had only four or five shallow wounds, almost unscathed.

  This was not what Mide wanted.

  Relying on the advantage of being a ghost god, dragging it out until Fina's support arrives?

  Letting magic consumption aside, full firepower just leveled up and killed an assassin girl, how can she face such a more powerful opponent again?

  What's the difference between such self and before rebirth?

  A crisp and clear clang!

  Midi blocked the transparent sword's attack once again and used the force to pull open a distance.

  The next moment, he adjusted his posture, lowered his center of gravity, and with a tense body, he suddenly rushed back like an arrow off the string.

  "Hmm? Going all out?" The assassin narrowed his eyes, instantly seeing through Mide's intentions. A cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth - not afraid of a direct attack, but afraid of dodging and hiding. But after a stalemate for a while, he actually dared to counterattack? Did he really think that his level 35 was just for show?

  Seize this opportunity and go for a quick kill! Jianhun thought to himself as he immediately charged forward.

  All that could be heard was a low, cold hiss bursting from the sword soul's lips, and this killer finally burst out with his most extreme strength. No defense, no counterattack, not even a retreat, all of his power at this moment was concentrated on the transparent blade edge, transformed into an icy sword wind capable of tearing through the air, slashing straight towards Middy!

  Midi's black pupils contracted violently at this moment, he had seen countless scenes of full-force strikes, waiting for the opponent to become careless and launch a crazy attack. Suddenly, Midi's feet flashed with lightning-fast consecutive missteps, the ghostly energy accumulated in his left arm suddenly condensed into a single strand, like an invisible chain that swung past.

  The moment the chain struck the opponent, Jianhun's body stiffened for an instant.

  "What have you done to me?" Jianhun asked in shock.

  He felt his left arm suddenly severed from the rest of his body, as if it had been completely petrified. Then, the evil spirit hidden in his left arm seemed to go berserk, starting to gnaw frantically, bringing a piercing pain. What's worse, the numbness all over his body was like being pricked by needles, causing his entire body to become paralyzed instantly.

  The demon god counterattacked, how is this possible? The sword spirit was instantly confused.

  This backlash is much more terrifying than external injuries, and with a little carelessness, it can lead to severe internal injuries, and even the soul may be swallowed up!

  This is the technique that Midori obtained by mastering the perfect fusion of oni and ki before his trial, it is invisible and unpredictable, impossible to defend against, and can cause maximum damage to a Kijin who also possesses oni within their body.

  Divine Demon Shock

  This is the name given by Miti.

  At the moment of success, Mi Di seemed like a ghostly spirit, lightly and silently climbing up the wall on one side of the ruins. Then, in mid-air, he turned around like a swallow without stopping, with a flash of light in his hand. The young man's feet pushed off the broken wall, and he shot out like an arrow leaving a bowstring, entering through the gap, his hands grasping the long sword pressing down like a mountain!

  Mountain collapse.

  This carried the weight of a mountain strike, if it were to land, even a 35-level Sword Soul would be turned into minced meat. Seeing Mi Di's attack coming with the momentum of a crushing mountain, the Sword Soul let out a loud roar, its eyes wide open, and without regard for anything, it burst forth with its body's hidden potential, finally suppressing the backlash from the ghostly energy within its body, then barely managed to roll out in the last moment, avoiding the fatal attack.

  But Mide's sword had already arrived, and the ordinary longsword that was not eye-catching at all now had a ghostly aura, with its blade flashing cold light, opening up the opponent's seal, and slashing down like lightning.

  A dull thud followed immediately.

  The blade sank deep into the back of the sword soul, followed by a extremely unpleasant sound of flesh tearing, the bloodthirsty metal edge continued to advance, splitting open a huge wound that exposed bone.

  "Look at me kill you, you little rabbit!" Agony, fear and anger mixed together, causing the killer to bellow.

  But Meddy also rolled out with a sideways somersault.

  The next moment, tens of meters behind him, a bright red hair fluttered up.

  Before the sword spirit could see the girl's face, a dark blue light burst forth with a loud thunderclap, bursting with dazzling rays, pushing aside the air and striking out in one swift motion.

  Fina has arrived.