"What… what the hell are you?!"
Shuhu barked the question in fury.
Wei Qing hovered in the void. Hearing the Emanator's fraying, near-cracked demand, his lips curled into a cold arc.
"Me?" he said evenly. "I'm not a genius… but I always defeat geniuses."
"???" Shuhu went blank for a beat, not understanding.
"…What did you just do?" Like Phantylia before him, he knew he probably wouldn't get an answer—yet he still couldn't stop himself from asking.
This time, Wei Qing didn't bother replying.
He raised a hand.
Shuhu's battered consciousness jerked in a reflexive spasm.
That again?! That incomprehensible attack—is it coming again?!
He stared, holding his breath, trying to catch the "startup" of whatever absurd technique Wei Qing used.
But Wei Qing didn't form another light-arrow.
Instead, he clenched at empty space—like he was gripping an invisible hilt.
A wholly unfamiliar presence seeped from his palm.
Utter silence. Extreme stillness.
It felt like the final quiet of all things—like the intent of annihilation that rises from the end of the world, where everything returns to nothing.
Shuhu's mind screamed.
This wasn't fear of a known power. It was an instinctive tremor—being suppressed at the level of rank, suffocated by a natural counter.
That sensation surpassed anything he had ever faced.
It was closer to… closer to confronting death itself as a concept.
"…What is that?" Shuhu's voice shook.
Wei Qing ignored him.
He slowly assumed a draw-cut stance—then a blood-red longsword appeared in his hand.
It was a "starter reward" he'd once received from the System.
A weapon said to sever all immortality—an Abundance-specialist killer.
Its name:
Undying Severance.
Against an Abundance Emanator who had walked the Abundance Path for thousands of years, there was no more fitting weapon.
Wei Qing gripped Undying Severance. The blade thrummed.
That ultimate killing intent—aimed specifically at the very concept of "not dying"—detonated inside Shuhu's perception.
"This," Wei Qing said softly, without emotion, "is the blade that cuts off Abundance."
Shuhu's remaining body convulsed violently. Every writhing plant-tissue spasmed in primal terror.
He had never felt such pure, such targeted suppression. The aura this sword carried felt as though it had been born for one purpose only:
To end beings like him.
"Impossible! The Merciful Medicus' blessing is eternal—how can something like that exist?!" Shuhu shrieked. His remaining mass recoiled backward in a frantic attempt to escape the reach of that blood-red edge.
Wei Qing swung at the charred plant-mass still trying to regenerate, still trying to recombine into a body.
There was no earthshaking blast.
No light that split the heavens.
Only a hair-thin, dark red line—so fine it seemed capable of cutting the soul—flashed and vanished.
In the next instant, Shuhu's remnants—previously trying to re-knit under Abundance—crumbled like the edge of paper catching flame, dissolving into the finest ash.
That overwhelming, trembling life-force—before the concept of "ending immortality"—became meaningless.
Regeneration was forcibly interrupted.
Existence was directly negated.
After that single cut, Shuhu's body was reduced to one final, incomplete trace of debris.
And that… surprised Wei Qing.
He had never intended to capture Shuhu. That slash was meant to kill.
But he understood quickly enough: the conspicuous Destruction aura within Shuhu had tainted his Abundance essence, making it less absolute—barely allowing him to endure that cut.
Even so, Shuhu was in hell.
This was the first time he had truly felt death's threat. In the past, even if he faced an enemy he couldn't defeat, he never feared being killed—only sealed, or captured.
But this time was different.
That sense of obliteration… he never wanted to experience it again.
If he gets cut one more time, he'll die. He'll really die.
Even with countless methods unused, Shuhu had lost all desire to continue fighting.
His consciousness screamed—not with rage at failure, but with a living thing's most primitive terror of final death.
The blood-red sword's aura was a predator's gaze, clamping down on the foundation of his existence.
Regeneration? The Medicus' blessing?
Before "ending immortality," it was all a ridiculous joke.
Every inch of tissue that tried to wriggle wailed the same warning:
Run. Now. Or be erased.
Run. Must run.
All Emanator composure, all arrogance—gone.
What remained was pure survival instinct.
That last soot-black trace exploded outward, burning what little power remained, turning into a streak of light that fled for its life.
"Trying to run?" Wei Qing's eyes turned cold.
He moved—instantly giving chase.
A sudden explosion burst ahead, and several tiny barriers flared, briefly blocking Wei Qing's pursuit.
At the same time, an extremely faint ripple flashed from the explosion's center, mixing into the raging void—almost impossible to detect.
Wei Qing cleaved through the flimsy defenses in a heartbeat. His gaze snapped onto the thread of weak fluctuation trying to slip away under the blast's cover.
Riiip—!
Space tore open like an ugly scar that would never heal. A stable warp corridor was forcibly disrupted—becoming violently unstable.
"Ugh…!" A muffled groan sounded.
In his current state, Shuhu was naturally slower than Wei Qing. And just as Wei Qing was about to close the distance—
Shuhu, abandoning all dignity, roared:
"Phantylia! Zephyro!"
"You two damned bastards—how long are you going to keep watching?!"
It was the howl of a dying beast.
Wei Qing's pursuit paused for a fraction.
And sure enough—the next moment, the situation changed again.
Ahead of the now-unstable warp corridor, space rippled like water struck by a stone.
First emerged an eerie yellow glow, and a presence that made the mind sway—seductive, sinking, decadent.
Within that light, a slender, graceful figure flickered into view, wearing a lazy, teasing smile.
Almost at the same time, on the other side, space rang as if struck by an invisible tuning fork—waves of string-like resonance rolling out like a war-horn's chord.
Two Destruction Emanators had arrived.
The Emanator Phantylia.
And the Emanator Zephyro.
Just as Wei Qing had "translated" the System's nonsense earlier—
The two agents of Destruction had truly appeared in the desolate ruins.
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