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Chapter 1357: Chapter : "I will fight with you."

The golden eyes looked at him calmly.

"Do you think that you can ask me to give up everything just because you have the identity of God?" Su Mingan said softly, "You hope that I can lead a longer and more fulfilling life. But some things are always more important than life. Once you abandon these things, you are just an animal."

He deflected the sword, and the edge flashed coldly.

"Will this help you?" Shen Ming'an looked puzzled, and even pressed his right cheek closer to the sword: "Even if you cut off my neck, what will happen?"

His attitude always gave people a feeling of contempt, as if he looked down on everyone. But in fact, He was just speaking normally.

"I want to take your head off and kick it like a ball." Su Mingan said.

"Like the one on your chest?" Shen Ming'an glanced at the bag on Su Ming'an's chest, with a few tufts of bloody golden hair sticking out.

"Like the one on your neck." Su Mingan moved his wrist.

Just a light sound, without much effort, just like a table knife cutting through a soft cream soufflé, along with thick and sticky golden cream, a white "soufflé" appeared on the sword.

The body under the "soufflé" was sitting quietly on the chair, revealing a bloody broken neck.

Su Ming'an held Shen'an's head in one hand. Shen'an's head was still blinking at him, and drops of blood flowed down along the broken cervical vertebrae.

"...I can't possibly make such a vow." Su Ming'an said: "What you said makes sense. But at least for me now...some things are indeed more important than life."

Shenming An lowered his eyelids and sighed:
"……All right."

"World Tree, I have advised him."

"I've tried everything, soft and hard. I can't change his mind. Just do it yourself."

Su Mingan was stunned.

Suddenly, loud rumbling sounds were heard all around.

Countless crystal-colored branches and leaves rushed towards Su Mingan, with the tips flashing cold light.

With a "Swish!", a branch pierced Su Ming'an's shoulder. In an instant, a large number of branches rushed up and squeezed into his wound frantically.

The crystal-colored branches and leaves eagerly absorbed blood, like wriggling pythons, and instantly turned bright red.

…It turns out that the World Tree was not dormant, but was secretly waiting for a sneak attack.

"Ouch!" Black Flame bit the branches, but it posed no threat at all and was almost crushed into a black cat cake by the branches that followed.

Su Mingan moved his fingers slightly, and the five floating cannons behind him quickly merged into a transparent cannon floating in the air. Thick blue-purple plasma gathered at the muzzle and spewed out in an instant, exploding into a firework that shattered in an instant!

"boom--!!!"

The majestic blue-purple and orange-red colors intertwined, and the impact blew away the sugar jar beside it, and a fierce storm arose. A spark burned Su Mingan's white hair, and the fire spread in an instant. Even if he cut off the hair in time, a large piece of white hair still fell to the ground.

Now, Su Liujin doesn't need to cut her hair anymore, it's completely short.

Su Mingan took a few steps back and looked at Shen Mingan:

"——God! I extend an invitation to you from the tower!"

In an instant, a deep blue barrier suddenly rose up and surrounded the two of them. The World Tree knocked frantically outside the barrier, but could not break in.

The head of the god An bounced a few times like jelly and returned to his neck. He stretched out his hands and with a few "clicks", he put the head back in place.

"Tower invitation." Shen Ming An looked at the blue barrier around him and said, "This should be your most magical skill. Ignoring your status and combat power, you can directly initiate a 1v1 duel. No one else can intervene... Even the World Tree can't do anything to you now."

Su Mingan held the sword horizontally with the tip pointing forward.

Blood flowed down his shoulders, his collarbone was covered with hole-like wounds, and the dizziness of blood loss lingered in his mind.
Now, the ranking in his mind has become: Supreme Lord>> God's Peace> Lord of the End of All Things> World Tree. The further back you go, the less valuable you become.

"You don't have to stay in Luowasha." The god An stretched out his right hand, and a golden sword gradually formed in his palm: "Your original master - Si Que Olivers is still alive. This is the responsibility of him and many creators."

"I don't exist to save you." Su Ming'an said: "-I exist to save ourselves."

"You want to live, and I want you to live too." The god An said, "Why can't you swear to me?"

"Because your 'alive' and my 'alive' are not the same concept." Su Mingan slashed with his sword!
"clang--!"

A crisp crashing sound.

An identical sword of Alman caught his sword.

The white hair of both parties, one long and one short, fluttered in the strong wind.

Su Ming'an's blood-stained robe and the god An Suya's solemn white robe flowed in the golden-red gelatinous light like flowing clouds.

The god Ming'an did not use any divine power, but only used the abilities of Su Ming'an as a "human" to fight Su Ming'an.

Sword fighting is the oldest, most primitive, simplest and most solemn way of dueling.

It seems that in this way, their different souls can question and answer each other in the confrontation.

“You said - [The words with the most ambiguous meanings sometimes have the most powerful influence.]” Shenming An swung his sword.

Since Su Ming'an had never learned swordsmanship, even as a god, he had no method in swinging the sword and relied entirely on the basic bonus of his profession.

The swordsmanship of both men was not up to par, and they were very methodical, driven by their profession. There was a chaotic banging of the swordsmen, like a fight between students. The audience was stunned and the swordsmen almost vomited blood.

"【For example, justice. For example, love.】"

"Ding!" Another sound.

Shen Ming'an held the sword in one hand, pressed the blade down, and stabbed Su Ming'an in the face.

Su Mingan held the sword in both hands, with the blade raised horizontally, blocking his forehead.

The two swords crossed into a cross, emitting a fierce golden light, and the eyes of both sides met directly.

The "he" who has seen a lot and the "he" who still has passion in his heart are looking at each other from a short distance.

Through the long years, one question after another falls.

"[These brief words are endowed with magical power. As soon as they are spoken, they evoke solemn and vague images in people's minds.]"

"clang--!"

“【As soon as it was said, it seemed to conquer everyone’s free will, making them willing to uphold the meaning of these words.】”

"clang--!"

"【But you know, Su Mingan, some words don't come from your thinking.】"

“Ding—ding—ding!”

The swords clashed and the wind made a loud noise.

One sword after another, although there was no pattern, the swords were extremely fast. The golden red light continued to emerge, rubbing against each other and producing wisps of sparks.

Su Ming'an had never had such an experience of fighting with a sword. Usually, either he defeated the opponent in seconds or the opponent defeated him in seconds. Energy waves bombarded back and forth, but this was the first time he had a serious sword duel.

Shenming An only used the sword, without using any other abilities, as if to say - [This is a simple sword fight between us].

As long as Su Ming'an does not use other abilities, Shen Ming'an will not use other abilities either. He will only use the simplest and most rustic swords to fight, like the knights' duel in ancient Europe.

Simple, ancient and solemn.

"Dang-dang-dang-" the sound of swords colliding and sparks flying.

Every time they clashed swords, Su Mingan could feel the tremendous power of the opponent's sword, which was like a mountain pressing down on his head.

Shen Ming'an's power was too high. Su Ming'an's knuckles bled and his sword-holding hand began to tremble. If he had known this, he should have learned some close combat techniques from Lu Shu. But on second thought, he really didn't have time.

He has very little time for himself.

Too little.

"[You only elevate short words into mysterious 'ideals', 'will', and 'anchors' because you are 'forced' or 'looking for your own roots'. You have acquired this extremely simplified way of thinking and imagination in order to numb your desire to survive.]"

"clang--!"

The golden sword tip fell, and blood spurted out of Su Ming'an's left shoulder. At the same time, he also slashed Shen Ming'an's right shoulder with a sword.

There was no divine defense, as the crimson and golden blood dripped onto the ground in distinct paths without mixing with each other.

Due to excessive blood loss, Su Mingan's mind was fuzzy, and he began to subconsciously think about random things. He thought of the many powerful characters in the anime he watched in high school, who would explode before a battle, suddenly realize a unique swordsmanship move, and explode their small universe to kill the enemy. He also thought of some martial arts TV series that Ms. Lin had watched, in which powerful swordsmen would talk to their swords, and pay attention to the connection between sword souls. He also thought of the fairy tales that Yueyue liked, in which the magic sword would be hosted by an old grandfather, who was often a great immortal who would help the owner win one victory after another...

But he didn't, and couldn't do it.

There is no microcosm, no sword spirit, and no portable grandfather.

He only has himself.

"【Ideals are just forms, tools, and concepts. Satisfying one's own desires and needs is the fundamental thing. In the end, our essence is just a few brain waves. Even our limbs and torso can be called 'tools' or 'external objects' to satisfy our own thoughts. The so-called ideals and honors are just flowers framed outside of tools, in order to satisfy one's desire to 'successfully save' and 'live up to people's expectations'.】"

"Shh-"

The sword slid down along the wound, and no one let go of the sword first.

Golden and red liquids flowed on their left and right shoulders at the same time. As the tips of their swords slid down, the wounds on their shoulders grew bigger and bigger, and the gaps flew rapidly downward along the epidermis, blood vessels, bones...

"【If you rely too much on concepts that have been repeatedly solidified and deepened in your mind, your ideals will eventually slide into obsession. Therefore, you have the idea that 'as long as I can save Zhai Xing, I will do anything, even death.' Its significance has surpassed everything else, and it has even become a tool to support your survival. In this extreme reversal of priorities, you regard all your other reasonable desires and needs as 'useless', which is an extremely dangerous manifestation.】"

"clang--!"

The sword blade cut through the flesh, and Su Ming'an's left arm and Shen Ming'an's right arm fell to the ground at the same time.

Su Ming'an seemed to feel no pain. Regardless of the loss of his arm, he gripped the hilt of the sword with his right hand and thrust forward, fighting with all his might.

He pushed the ground with his heels with great force, and the crystal floor beneath his feet shattered, forming spider-web-like cracks.

Click, click, click, click——

He couldn't tell whether it was the sound of the ground cracking or the sound of his bones cracking.

Shen Ming'an immediately changed his hands, holding the sword in his left hand, and slashed with all his strength, meeting Su Ming'an's decisive attack with all his strength.

“[This will lead to… when you lose the object that the concept refers to, you will completely lose yourself.]”

"Su Mingan."

"——Are you Su Ming'an, or 'Su Ming'an who is willing to save Zhai Xing at all costs', or 'Su Ming'an who is willing to accept his own death, and even feels satisfied with it, and finally closes his eyes peacefully'?"

……

"clang----!"

The blade flew out of his hand.

Su Ming'an's left arm was empty, and his right hand still maintained the posture of holding the sword forward. The shape of his palm was distorted and all the bones in his hand were bent.

The force fed back from Shen Ming'an was too strong, and Su Ming'an finally couldn't hold the sword anymore.

With a collision, the bones of the white hand used to play the piano were twisted into a knot, blood gushed out, everything was bright red, the joints were dislocated, and the nails were turned outward.

The left arm was broken and the right hand was fractured.

Blood dripped onto the ground, splashing out in streaks.

Alman's sword fell to the ground, leaving a crack.

“Crack, crack, crack—”

Accompanied by a crisp cracking sound - this companion weapon that had accompanied Su Mingan for ten worlds from the second world to the eleventh world, this top player weapon that had evolved from green level all the way to gold level, this weapon that was invincible and represented the sword of destiny in the old days... broke into two pieces.

The tip of the sword was stained with the blood of God, and the silver turned into gold.

A small section of the sword blade was exposed in the hilt, and the gap looked like a broken cervical vertebra.

——Like a decapitated head.

"..."

The god An did not pursue. His white hair fluttered like silver-white threads in the remaining sword wind. His right shoulder was empty, with a few pieces of torn skin and upper arm bones hanging down.

He still holds the sword in his left hand, and it seems that he is the winner.

But at the moment when Su Mingan's Alman sword cracked——

"Click——"

The sword in Shenming An's hand also broke with a sound.

The tip of the sword fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"clang--!"

The god An, who fights only with "human" power except for the power of gods... turns out to be not superior to Su Ming'an.

But Su Mingan still won.

Because he still persists.

He squatted down, stretched out his trembling hands, and tried again and again to pick up the broken sword, wanting to use the remaining tip of the sword to continue fighting.

His arms hung limply like a scarecrow fallen in the wind.

Blood was gushing out, his face was extremely pale, and he almost fell down at the first blow.

The bones in his hands were all twisted, the joints were dislocated and broken, and they were all shocking white and blood red.

"...What are you insisting on?" Shenming An said softly.

The words were double entendres and the voice was full of confusion.

Su Mingan grasped the broken sword, his hand clenched, his bones creaking in pain.

What is he insisting on?
Maybe there really is something that must be persisted.

It's him... it's him as Su Ming'an, just as Su Ming'an, not for anything else, it's something clean and pure that belongs to him.

……

[“These short words are endowed with magical power. It seems that once they are spoken, they evoke solemn and vague images in people’s minds.”]

……

He didn't care about justice, selflessness, salvation, or anything else. These lofty, deafening, solemn and vague concepts were not important to him.

……

[“As soon as it was spoken, it seemed to conquer everyone’s free will, making them willing to uphold the meaning of these words.”]

……

He only knew that compared to other desires such as love, appetite, and power… compared to those desires that were obvious, popular, sought after, and extremely exciting…

……

[“You are only being coerced into elevating a short word to a profound ideal. The so-called ideal and honor are nothing more than flowers framed beyond tools.”]

……

Compared to those,

What he was holding in his hands, what he was seeing with his eyes, what he was pursuing in his heart, what he had seriously thought about, everything about his hometown and old friends...

These ones,

——These are the reasons why he was willing to die.

……

[“Ideals are just forms, tools, and concepts. Satisfying your own desires and needs is fundamental. In an extreme case of putting the cart before the horse, you regard all your other reasonable desires and needs as ‘useless’, which is an extremely dangerous manifestation.”]

……

These “inverted ends”.

That is the depth of his heart,
The most dangerous

The most stubborn,

The most terrifying

The most evil,

And the most hopeless... [deepest desires and needs].

He is, needs them.

……

They are the most evil and the most lustful thing in his heart——【Desire】.

……

……

“——Let him go!!”

Suddenly, a long sword that was as red as fire and as molten from magma, like the sword of Pangu who created the world, split through the layers of branches and leaves and stabbed straight down!

A young man wearing a retro long gown with golden dragon-patterned buttons appeared in the fiery red sky, riding a giant dragon. In an instant, the sky was filled with rosy clouds, as bright as day.

The giant dragon raised its head high and roared, shaking the trees and making the air resound.

He lowered his head.

The golden eyes are fierce and the flames are flying:
"——Su Mingan!"

……

[So, when his desires become unsustainable and he is about to lose his hold, he liberates himself and throws himself into freedom...]

【The luckiest and cruelest,】

[——“They” appeared and reached out their hands to him. ]

【Always so timely. 】

【Timely and cruel.】

……