Fall

The first time Amilo heard the name Yaxiu Heath, he was still in the Yisu Imperial Palace providing four-winged sorcery power to the Gospel God. One could say he had witnessed with his own eyes the birth of the Weaving Rankings, as well as the legendary life the Gospel God had deduced for Yaxiu. As the Weaving Ceremony unfolded, the name Yaxiu Heath appeared more and more frequently, until they ultimately stormed the palace and incited a massive uprising. He still remembered Igola and Harvey. During the palace turmoil, they had broken into the Gospel God's subterranean bedchamber, which was also where the legends meditated on the Gospel God. To evade the Domain sorcerers hunting them down, the two used the legendary sorcerers as shields, even ducking behind Amilo on one occasion. Later, when Her Majesty Diyin ascended the throne, Yaxiu became a prince-in-waiting, though he was immediately banished to Senluo to spread the Gospel. Thus, in Amilo's memory, Yaxiu was merely an extraordinarily lucky freak who had somehow caught the Gospel God's favor, nearly becoming His Majesty Yayin. Yet watching the blood-drenched man fighting before him now—and remembering how he had nearly punctured the celestial canopy with his Kingdom of Heaven of the Soul, forcing the Divine Lords to sacrifice two legends just to preserve the Cage of All Stars, almost unraveling the Divine Lords' schemes—Amilo suddenly felt the Gospel God had been far too conservative. This man was a monster capable of contending with Divine Lords! *Slash!* As the sword dance shredded his flesh, Amilo grunted and managed a desperate backhanded palm strike that sent Yaxiu flying. But his own heart and lungs had been brutally pierced by sharp blades. His strength drained entirely, and he dropped to his knees, unable to breathe. Even someone like him could delay death for only a dozen breaths. Yet that was enough. When Yinzhi's healing miracle descended, Amilo stood once more to face Yaxiu's blades. Arms, shoulders, thighs, chest, lungs, intestines, kidneys, teeth, eyeballs, throat—as time dragged on, virtually every part of Amilo's body had tasted Yaxiu's swords. Though not quite a thousand cuts, the injuries Yaxiu had dealt him far exceeded all the wounds he had sustained over the past several decades combined! And yet, it was entirely meaningless! Yaxiu drove a vicious thrust through his mouth, the blade piercing out the back of his neck. But Amilo seized the opening to slam a brutal fist straight into Yaxiu's temple, sending him crashing away! Stars burst across Yaxiu's vision. Amilo, meanwhile, had suffered a pierced medulla oblongata at the back of his neck, destroying his respiratory center. His breathing halted instantly, and his face turned pale green from rapid cerebral hypoxia and ischemia. But before long, a miracle restored him, and he surged forward in another furious assault! "Please," Yaxiu practically roared as he lunged back in, "just fall!" In the crucible of such ferocious combat, Yaxiu's twin-sword technique climbed to new heights once again. Bizarre blade paths winding like serpents and dragons slipped through Amilo's guard, carving a hideous X-shaped wound into his chest and nearly peeling back his flesh! Amilo only had time to unleash a Fist Flash to force back Yaxiu's pursuit. In the time it took to draw a single breath, Yinzhi's miracle had restored him completely. "I should be the one saying that," Amilo remarked. "Please, fall." "How could I fall? You can't beat me!" With murder in his eyes, Yaxiu raised his twin swords and unleashed a savage sword dance. "What's the point of dragging this out?! You've lost!" Amilo was tossed like a ragdoll caught in a storm, his body torn and battered by the whirling blades. Yet he looked at Yaxiu with utter calm. "From the very beginning, you had already lost." Ignoring him, Yaxiu battered him into a near-death state once more. But as long as Yinzhi remained, Amilo would never stay down. "Only a demon can hunt an angel. In this game, we sorcerers are mere supporting actors; the only protagonists on this stage are the demons." Amilo charged at Yaxiu. "Yet you chose a demon who was eliminated long ago." Yaxiu's twin swords traced a flawless circle. Drawing from the Sword Princess's Water Moon defensive lethal technique, his guard not only weathered the full brunt of Amilo's fist strikes, but even caught the flaws in his paths, countering to inflict heavy wounds on this legendary fist-and-claw master! "Every demon is a vessel chosen personally by a Divine Lord." Pushed back, Amilo drew a deep breath to recover and said, "This is the Divine Lord of Stars' cage. Therefore, aside from the Divine Lord of Stars, all five other Divine Lords should have planted their demons here. "Now, all the demons have appeared: the Weaver, the Blood Moon Extreme Lord, the Infinite Abyss Lord, the Lord of Joy, and the demon you chose." He continued, "Evidently, your demon was supposed to be the vessel for the Senluo Azure Lord. But the Senluo Azure Lord perished before the Angel Hunt ever began, which is why an utterly clueless demon ended up here. "Rather than a demon, she is merely another prisoner of this cage, just like that angel beside you. "Yaxiu Heath, your sole failure lies in the fact that standing behind you is not a demon, but an angel." "Are those all your last words?" Yaxiu replied coldly. Suddenly leaping off the carriage wall, he spun like a cyclone. Even Amilo's Fist Flash failed to parry every strike, and the frenzied sword dance stripped his arms nearly to the bone! *Clang!* Amilo exerted all his might to repel Yaxiu, then took two steps back to await the miracle's healing. Looking at the blood-drenched man before him, he shook his head. "You can win countless times, but you still cannot change the final outcome." Abruptly, Yaxiu moved. He moved so fast he left afterimages in his wake, abandoning all defense as his twin blades struck like lightning, seeking only to pierce his target's vitals. He had deliberately reined in his speed earlier precisely to bait Amilo into misjudging the safe distance, aiming to execute this legendary sorcerer before the healing could take effect! Yet as fast as he was, Amilo was faster. The moment Yaxiu moved, Amilo had already prepared his counter! A devastating blow struck the wrist gripping the sword, followed by a kick like a sledgehammer slamming into Yaxiu's chest. Both blades flew from his grasp, and he was hurled violently into the door between the carriage and the locomotive. He slumped limp against the floor, the accumulated injuries finally robbing him of the ability to move. He had walked into a trap. Amilo had been waiting for him to stake everything on a desperate kill. This legendary fist-and-claw master appeared rash and blunt, but was remarkably sharp and calculating beneath the surface. He knew full well he could not breach Yaxiu's sword perimeter, so he had to offer Yaxiu an opening—an opportunity for Yaxiu to gamble everything—before he could turn the tables! And what was more, he could afford the gamble! With a demon backing him, Amilo's capital was virtually limitless. How could he possibly lose?! "Please," Amilo raised his fist high, sorrow and pity surfacing in his gaze. "Fall." *Boom!* A supersonic punch whipped up a billowing shockwave. He, too, had held back his true strength, waiting for a single chance to resolve everything once and for all! At the critical juncture, a low voice spoke from behind Yaxiu. "Fall." Without a single thought, Yaxiu dropped flat against the door. Just as Amilo's fist was about to crash down, a flash of sword light ripped through the partition door, blinding their eyes with its breathtaking brilliance!