At another corner of the Twin Stars, Feng Yi, reborn, had already failed to reach an agreement with the Bizarre...
However, Feng Yi never engaged in direct confrontation with it. To be honest, he lacked confidence in his own mental strength, and he didn't doubt that the Bizarre wasn't merely bluffing. The fact that it acted so audaciously proved its self-assurance in its own capabilities.
Even so, unable to stop it, Feng Yi was determined to suppress its growth to a certain extent. Necessary probes could not be omitted.
"Hmph, looks like it's time to test your skills."
"Whenever you're ready, I've always said you can come at me anytime. Oh ho ho ho ho..."
The Bizarre emitted a deep laugh, seemingly unconcerned about the enemy standing in front of it.
As the Bizarre spoke, the space surrounding them seemed to freeze and solidify; even the blowing wind ceased flowing in that instant. Strictly speaking, within the sensory fields of their respective realms, both had reached a level of perception of the external environment that was beyond verbal description in its sharpness.
Feng Yi finally widened his long-narrowed eyes, revealing an undeniable determination in his gaze. As someone who had lived two lifetimes, he understood the formidable strength of the enemy before him. Yet apart from the solitary battle ahead, he could not find any comrades. This was not an issue ordinary people could resolve, and he had no reason to back down.
"Hah!"
Accompanied by a roar, Feng Yi's aura exploded, pushing him directly into the peak state of the Legendary Realm. On the surface of his skin, a visible vacuum ripple suddenly formed, and the domain's pressure radiated with dazzling blue light, expanding explosively outward as if a thousand shards of brilliance had erupted.
"Heh heh heh heh, not bad, quite interesting," the Bizarre sneered once again. "So, this is the rumored Divine Wind Realm?"
"Divine Wind Realm…" Feng Yi murmured under his breath.
"Indeed. After your death, the bard Bai Zhexian sang of your deeds in his own unique way, depicting the Divine Wind Realm."
—Wind God, lyrical theme: "When the rhythm's breath slices through the cosmos, your heroic figure remains unyielding like the Wind God. It is shattering illusions with reality, breaking dimensions through your domain, just as your brief yet brilliant life. Rest in peace, my friend! Forgive me for failing to bid you farewell—I will sing of your legend."
The information delivered by the Bizarre surged into Feng Yi's mind all at once, briefly causing his thoughts to waver, bringing to mind fragments of his past...
Indeed, he shouldn't have existed in this world. It was Mo Ying's emergence, it was the remembrance of the past, it was the continuation of friendship that brought him back here—and as a warrior, he would confront the restraints of destiny.
Now—he was himself, yet not himself.
He was himself because, in both flesh and soul, Feng Yi remained unchanged. In this world, there was only one who commanded the Third Rhythm, and only one Feng Yi. He was irreplaceable by virtue of his past existence.
Yet he was not himself, for the current Feng Yi no longer bore any entanglement with the destiny and cause-and-effect of his past. This included all the bonds tied to those once connected with him—whether it was Lasso, who raised him from childhood; John, his battle comrade; Huang Zhennan; the jovial Zhang Xiaobo; his close friend Francis; the Blade Warrior who fought by his side unto death; or Eggy, Guo Guo, Xiu Yi, and even Mengdie—they were all no longer relevant.
His presence here was not driven by a desire to reminisce about former sceneries or to recapture fleeting memories of bygone days. Instead, it was to change something, to fight for something through the only method available.
In this, there may exist a degree of emotion, yet it was undeniable. Compared to those trivial matters, Feng Yi appeared to see farther now, understand more, despite perhaps not being as sharp as in his former self. But he still was who he was.
Some people live, yet they are dead. Some people die, yet they live on—alive in everyone's hearts.
This ancient saying spoke of timeless wisdom. To the current Feng Yi, perhaps it also signified the most fitting closure?
"Here it comes!"
At this moment, the aura around Feng Yi became extraordinarily calm again. His words were accompanied by actions—his body rose with the wind, launching a direct punch...
In that instant when the punch burst forth, everything around them halted. Even Feng Yi's own movement froze completely in mid-air, mere moments before contact with the Bizarre. Meanwhile, the distant sandstorm continued to sweep and roam freely, silently proving that their seemingly frozen actions were far from simple.
The force of Feng Yi's punch seemed to strike an invisible, terrifying magnetic barrier, unable to advance even a millimeter.
Though the Bizarre remained standing in the same spot, its tense expression surely reflected how it was secretly resisting some kind of domain-level opposition.
Their exchanges resembled flashes of lightning—instantaneous, leaving nothing behind in the void.
A few seconds later, gradually… a terrifying storm of condensed pressure formed around them, red and blue in hue.
Surrounding the Bizarre's body, the high-energy pressure appeared like a dense, impenetrable black-red vacuum ring.
As for Feng Yi at this moment, he resembled a meteor from the skies, his punch striking downward relentlessly. Around him, a radiant blue light lingered and refused to fade.
Snap...
The halo around the Bizarre's body first showed a faint crack, which quickly spread like a spiderweb, rapidly engulfing its surroundings. The red-black barrier seemed on the brink of shattering completely.
"Damn it, how could this be…"
The Bizarre's expression changed drastically, no longer as relaxed as before, replaced by grave vigilance. Yet, its ongoing resistance could not stem the rapid fracturing of its barrier.
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