The memories of all humanity are awakening, except for mine.

In this dark and mysterious space, Jiang Chuan felt a sense of oppression.

And the word "怼" (duì) seems to have become more and more vivid under the influence of this force.

"Just let me absorb it quietly, so I don't have to strain my body. Otherwise, I'll add some seasoning later!"

The structure below the character "怼" moved, as if it were a mouth, issuing a command and pointing directly at Jiangchuan.

A cold glint flashed in Jiang Chuan's eyes. He gripped the Dragon Roar Sword tightly, the blade spinning and sword energy crisscrossing. A powerful aura emanated from his body.

"What makes you think you can talk to me like that?"

Jiang Chuan stared coldly at the word "怼".

As soon as he finished speaking, the Dragon Roar Sword in Jiang Chuan's hand drew a dazzling arc in the dark and gloomy space.

The sword gleamed with a cold light, containing boundless killing intent.

His gaze was resolute, and the sword in his hand, like his will, clashed head-on with the "怼" character that emitted a faint blue light from the body.

Sword light and blue light intertwined, instantly forming dazzling trajectories in space.

It produced a series of deafening noises.

The entire space lost its balance at that moment.

The molecules in the air were violently agitated and scattered in all directions.

Space seemed to be torn apart by this force.

In the fierce clash, Jiang Chuan's Dragon Roar Sword, like a bolt of lightning, instantly pierced through the "Dui" character's defense.

The sword tip pointed directly at its core, carrying an irresistible force.

And at this moment, the word "怼" (duì, meaning to confront or criticize) revealed its true power.

The previously calm aura of thunder began to twist and deform, driven by some force, transforming into an electric grid.

This electric grid, composed of countless tiny wires, flickers with a blinding light, ready to tightly envelop Jiang Chuan.

Jiang Chuan remained calm, fully aware of the power of this electric grid; once entangled in the wires, the consequences would be unimaginable.

But he did not back down; instead, a resolute glint flashed in his eyes.

He immediately adjusted his sword stance, and the Dragon Roar Sword drew complex sword flowers in the air, breaking through the constraints of the electric grid.

As the sword's momentum intensified, Jiang Chuan felt a powerful counterforce, causing his body to sway slightly.

He focused his mind and swung the Dragon Roar Sword in his hand once more. This time, he would use even greater power to challenge the limits of the word "confrontation".

Jiang Chuan's swordsmanship was as smooth as flowing water, and each strike contained profound internal strength.

Each move is full of unpredictable variations.

His figure moved swiftly through the electric grid, each swing of his sword finding a weak point in the grid.

Breathing is synchronized with sword movements; each breath seems to infuse the sword movements with new vitality.

The electrical wires in the power grid kept breaking under Jiang Chuan's sword, but new wires were quickly generated, seemingly endless.

Suddenly, Jiang Chuan felt a strong fluctuation, which was the core power of the word "怼" responding to his challenge.

He immediately adjusted his sword stance, and the Dragon Roar Sword transformed into a stream of light, heading straight for the core of the word "confrontation".

At the core of the character “怼”, a powerful energy vortex is forming, which is the source of its power.

Jiang Chuan pointed his sword tip directly at the center of the vortex, his eyes becoming incredibly sharp, the sword in his hand seemingly becoming an extension of his will.

Just as the sword tip was about to touch the center of the vortex, the electric grid suddenly contracted, enveloping Jiang Chuan even more tightly.

The electric wires coiled around his sword like venomous snakes, even attempting to invade his body.

boom…

There was a loud bang.

Jiang Chuan's sword tip finally pierced the core of the word "confrontation," a seemingly ordinary point that actually contained boundless power.

The moment the sword tip made contact with the core, a powerful burst of energy erupted, like a volcanic eruption, instantly shattering the surrounding power grid.

The entire space trembled.

The electrical wires in the power grid broke apart under the impact of energy, turning into countless bolts of light that streaked across the air in dazzling arcs before finally dissipating into nothingness.

The core of the character “怼” gradually dissipated during the energy burst, its blue light dimmed like an extinguished flame, and finally disappeared completely into space.

The word "怼" (duì) used by Jiang Chuan's opponent at this moment could not adequately describe Jiang Chuan's ruthlessness and decisiveness.

"Kid, I didn't expect you to have some skills. You were able to break through my energy vortex. How infuriating!"

Although the sound of the word "怼" (duì) is indescribable, Jiang Chuan could clearly feel its resentment and anger.

"Is that all you have to offer? If that's all you have, then I'm going to call it quits."

Jiang Chuan's words were full of confidence and provocation, his eyes like sharp swords piercing straight to Dui Zi's heart.

The character "怼" felt threatened and had to go all out, otherwise it would become the loser in this battle.

Just as Jiang Chuan finished speaking, the character "怼" (duì) swiftly disintegrated its strokes, each one seemingly alive and adhering to Jiang Chuan's body.

This action was completed in an instant, causing Jiang Chuan to frown. He sensed unfamiliar forces emanating from his body, forces that were both familiar and troublesome, as if the character "怼" was using its strokes to bind him and restrict his movements.

Jiang Chuan's body trembled slightly as he realized that this was not just a simple attack, but rather the word "Dui" attempting to completely defeat him.

Adjust your breathing and find a way to counteract these strokes.

If you are completely controlled by these strokes, the battle will become passive, and you may not even be able to escape.

At this critical moment, Jiang Chuan's will was as firm as iron, determined not to let himself fall into a disadvantageous position.

He wielded the Dragon Roar Sword, its light like a rainbow. With each swing, he severed the strokes clinging to his body, while simultaneously searching for an opportunity to counterattack.

Jiang Chuan's swordsmanship was fierce, and each strike carried a do-or-die determination.

As the sword flashed, Jiang Chuan's body drew graceful arcs in the air, each sword strike precisely hitting the strokes that were trying to bind him.

Although the strokes of the character "怼" are flexible, they seem powerless against Jiang Chuan's sword.

Jiang Chuan's swordsmanship is not only fast but also highly versatile, cleverly utilizing the transformation of space and time to prevent the strokes of the character "怼" from forming an effective counterattack.

"Boy, your swordsmanship is not bad, but don't forget, I am the character '怼' (duì), and my power is far greater than you imagine." The voice of the character '怼' resounded in Jiang Chuan's ear, and its strokes continued to deform under Jiang Chuan's sword.

Jiang Chuan ignored the sarcasm in the "怼" (duì) and focused entirely on the battle in front of him.

Just then, he suddenly realized that although the strokes of the character "怼" were flexible, it seemed to have a weakness.

Whenever his sword approaches a particular stroke, that stroke becomes unusually active, as if protecting some vital part.

Jiang Chuan had an idea and decided to take advantage of this weakness.

He adjusted his sword stance, pointing the tip of the sword at the seemingly most active stroke.

This time, he didn't rush to attack, but slowly approached while observing the reaction of the word "怼".

The character "怼" sensed Jiang Chuan's intention, and its strokes began to move faster, blocking Jiang Chuan's sword.

Jiang Chuan's swordsmanship had reached a level of unparalleled skill. He skillfully avoided the obstruction of the stroke, and the tip of his sword pierced towards the active stroke like lightning.

boom!
Jiang Chuan's sword tip pierced precisely into the center of the stroke. The stroke shattered instantly upon impact, turning into countless fragments that dissipated into the air.

As the strokes broke apart, Jiang Chuan felt the restraints on his body disappear.

"Kid, you've finally found my weakness!"

The sound of the character "怼" carried a hint of surprise, but it did not give up. It began to recombine its strokes and form a defense once again.

Its strokes intertwine in the air like gossamer threads, forming an invisible net that attempts to trap Jiang Chuan within it.

The character "怼" (duì) in the defensive posture uses the power of space to harness the energy of the surrounding aura.

Its body, under the impact of this energy, turned into a dark blue swamp, suspended in the sky.

This swamp not only looks eerie, but also exudes a suffocating sense of oppression, capable of swallowing all life.

When Jiang Chuan's body was enveloped by the blue beam of light projected from the swamp.

My body felt like it was stuck in a quagmire, unable to move quickly.

Every step he took felt heavy, and every time he tried to move, he felt a surge of lightning within his body.

It's like a warning that if he moves again, he'll electrocute him.

The electric shock-like pain made Jiang Chuan smile faintly.

"You think you can trap me, Jiang Chuan, with these little tricks?"

Jiang Chuan shouted, and the Dragon Roar Sword drew an arc in the air. Suddenly, the sword emitted a deafening dragon roar, and the sword grew larger, devouring everything.

"Supreme Mythical Sword Technique - Time Conversion".

As soon as Jiang Chuan finished speaking, the surrounding atmosphere became quiet, the previously flowing air stopped, as if time had frozen at that moment.

A faint halo appeared around his body, and his movements became slow and graceful, as if he were moving in another time and space.

This change shocked the character "怼" (duì), as it had never seen such swordsmanship before.

Jiang Chuan's swordsmanship seemed to be unrestricted by time; every attack was incredibly precise, and every movement was perfectly timed, allowing him to predict Dui Zi's next move.

Taking advantage of the shift in time, Jiang Chuan gradually advanced into the quagmire formed by the word "confrontation".

His steps were steady and swift, as if time had slowed down beneath his feet, giving him unlimited space to capture every subtle movement.

"Don't come over."

Although the body of the character "怼" cannot move, its mouth and eyes can move, and its voice echoes in the air, carrying a trace of despair and helplessness.

Its strokes, suspended in mid-air, could not be recombined, thus losing its leverage to contend with Jiangchuan's Supreme Mythical Sword Technique.

"Why can't I come over? Not only will I come over, I'll be even more aggressive!" Jiang Chuan smiled contemptuously, his voice like a sharp sword, piercing through the defenses of the confrontational words and striking straight to the heart.

Under Jiang Chuan's control, the giant Dragon Roar Sword streaked across the sky, each swing carrying the power to destroy everything.

His movements were gentle, like embroidery, flowing continuously.

The Dragon Roar Sword grew faster and faster, its swordsmanship becoming increasingly fierce, each strike aimed directly at the vital point of the character "怼" (duì).

The sword flashed in the mud, each sword move as swift as lightning.

The power of time transformation rendered the word "怼" (duì) unable to make any counterattack.

"You are looking for death!"

The word "怼" was laced with anger, but its words could not stop Jiang Chuan's attack.

Jiang Chuan's swordsmanship has reached a certain level; his movements are no longer limited by time, but are entirely driven by his mind.

His footsteps drew closer, his gaze growing sharper.

He no longer simply attacked, but began to use the profound secrets of swordsmanship to completely defeat the "Dui" character.

The sword tip traced complex trajectories in the air, each sword move containing unfathomable power.

"Haha, looking for death? I, Jiang Chuan, am never afraid of any challenge!" Jiang Chuan said.

The Dragon Roar Sword let out a deafening dragon's roar in the air, its blade emitting a dazzling light that tore through the entire space.

The character "怼" struggled in the mud; its strokes attempted to form a new defense, but they appeared so fragile in the face of Jiang Chuan's swordsmanship.

Jiang Chuan's sword tip, like the dawn breaking, aimed directly at the core of the word "confrontation," ready to deliver a fatal blow.

This sword strike contained the purest power in the world; wherever the sword tip passed, the air itself seemed to freeze.

The character "怼" felt unprecedented pressure, its body trembling violently in the mud, as if it were about to be torn apart by this force.

"Wait a minute, I know I was wrong."

As dawn broke over Jiangchuan, Dui Zi hurriedly begged for mercy, his voice trembling, clearly terrified.

Its strokes twisted in the air, forming a protective barrier, but all of this seemed so powerless in the face of Jiang Chuan's sword momentum.

Seeing that the time was right, Ling Juan came to Jiang Chuan's side and said, "We can't kill it, otherwise my clone will perish along with it."

Jiang Chuan nodded upon hearing this, stopped swinging the Dragon Roar Sword, and then let its massive body calm down in the air, waiting for a decisive moment.

"Remove the disguise and unleash your inner strength."

Jiang Chuan faced the character "怼" and said sternly.

Upon hearing this, he quickly did as instructed.

As it released its internal energy, its size gradually decreased, and the originally dark blue swamp began to become transparent, eventually dissipating completely into the air.

Its strokes have also returned to their original form, no longer the dreadful swampy state.

Jiang Chuan's sword tip hovered in mid-air, his eyes fixed on the word "怼" (duì), awaiting its next move.

"Jiang Chuan, you are truly a strong person!" Ling Juan had never praised anyone before, but this was the first time she had done so for Jiang Chuan.

Jiang Chuan frowned upon hearing this, looking astonished. Was this the time to talk about this?

Doesn't he know whether he's a strong person or not?

Jiang Chuan did not answer, his attention completely focused on the word "roast".

“Now, tell me, are you willing to submit?” Jiang Chuan said, the tip of his sword lightly touching the air, testing the limits of his confrontation.

Dui Zi's body trembled slightly, realizing that Jiang Chuan's sword was no joke.

"I...I am willing to surrender."

The word "怼" (duì) has a bitter tone.

Ultimately, it chose to yield, and the strokes began to rearrange, forming a new pattern—a sign of its submission.

Jiang Chuan's sword tip stopped in mid-air. He did not immediately retract the sword, but waited for the word "Dui" to complete its submission ceremony.

Lingjuan stood quietly to the side, her eyes filled with anticipation for the future.

As the strokes of the character "怼" gradually stabilized, a powerful energy surged from its body, merging with the power of Jiang Chuan and Ling Juan.

At this moment, the entire space trembled; it was the convergence of powers, and also the dawn of peace. (End of Chapter)