Chapter 41: The Daywalker's Judgment · A Lament in the Dark
The Iron Fist's life-burning, tragic strike had faded into nothingness, the dragon soul of K'un-Lun letting out a silent lament before the absolute disparity in power. The last ember of fighting spirit on the battlefield was utterly extinguished. A thick fog of despair swallowed everything; even the air seemed to congeal into heavy lead.It was in this suffocating, deepest hour of darkness that—A voice, cold, rasping, as if emanating from the depths of hell itself, tore through the shroud of dead silence.A figure, black as ink, seeming to absorb all light, materialized soundlessly at the edge of the ravaged battlefield like an avenging spirit condensed from shadow. Blade. Eric Brooks.He had not answered any call to assemble. He was here only to hunt. The despair, the fear saturating the air, and the庞大到令人战栗 (pángdà dào lìng rén zhànlì -庞大到令人战栗) "non-human" aura were like a blazing beacon to him. In his eyes, the entity standing at the center of the ruins, whatever it was, had already crossed a line, becoming a dark threat that must be eliminated.He wore sunglasses, a silver toothpick clenched between his teeth, his black trench coat unnaturally still in the faint breeze. He slowly drew the silvered longsword from his back, its blade gleaming with a cold light, while his other hand gripped a custom pistol loaded with silver nitrate rounds and ultraviolet pulse charges.He did not roar. He did not declare war. He simply fixed Sun Wukong with the冰冷目光 (bīnglěng mùguāng -冰冷目光) of a predator from behind his shades."Another one?" Sun Wukong yawned, seeming bored. "What's the gimmick this time? Looks阴气沉沉 (yīnqì chénchén -阴气沉沉), like a head vampire or something."Blade offered no reply. His answer came in the form of two deafening gunshots!Two rounds—blessed with holy water and carrying high-intensity UV cores—streaked towards Sun Wukong's eyes at supersonic speeds with pinpoint accuracy! Simultaneously, Blade's form vanished like a ghost, reappearing an instant behind and to the side of Sun Wukong, his silvered sword whistling through the air as it thrust directly at the base of his skull!Fast! Vicious! Precise! No flourishes, only lethal strikes honed through countless nights and the slaughter of countless vampires—the most efficient killing arts!Sun Wukong didn't even bother to move. The two specialized bullets struck his eyelids as if hitting the crust of a neutron star, instantly flattened into thin metal discs that slid away silently. The silvered sword, imbued with特攻力量 (tègōng lìliàng -特攻力量) against dark creatures,刺中 (cì zhòng -刺中) the skin on the back of his neck but failed to leave even a white mark. Instead, the metal groaned under the strain, the tip bending slightly!"That's it?" Sun Wukong even felt a slight itch. He casually flicked his hand backward.An无形巨力 (wúxíng jù lì -无形巨力) erupted!Blade grunted as if hit by a speeding truck, his body flung backward, the silver sword torn from his grasp and lost to sight. He crashed heavily against a twisted steel girder, his sunglasses shattering to reveal eyes bloodshot from the impact yet still chillingly cold.But his superhuman constitution and half-vampire regeneration allowed him to quickly struggle to his feet. Without hesitation, he pulled several holy light grenades and UV bombs from his coat and hurled them with all his strength at Sun Wukong!Blinding holy light and searing ultraviolet radiation instantly erupted, turning the area into an absolute hellscape for any creature of darkness!Yet, as the light faded, Sun Wukong remained standing, even curiously reaching out to touch the lingering remnants of the holy light. "Hmm? This white light is quite warm, more comfortable than that thunder boy's stuff. Just too weak. Makes this old Sun feel a bit sleepy."Blade's pupils contracted, but he did not retreat. With a嘶吼 (sīhǒu -嘶吼), he unleashed his full half-vampire power, his speed and strength surging again. Donning silver knuckledusters, he launched a狂风暴雨般 (kuángfēng bàoyǔ bān -狂风暴雨般) assault on Sun Wukong! Fists, feet, elbows, knees... every part of his body became a weapon, each strike aimed at theoretically vulnerable points—eyes, throat, joints, temples...It was a completely insane, all-out offensive, abandoning all defense in a bid to trade life for life!THUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMP—!!!A rapid series of impacts rang out like rain beating on plantain leaves! But every single strike landed on Sun Wukong's body like an ant trying to shake a tree, failing to even make him sway. Instead, Blade's own fists and bones cracked and splintered under the反震力 (fǎnzhènlì -反震力), blood spraying with each blow!"Annoying!" Sun Wukong, finally irritated by the incessant harassment, opened his mouth and blew out a breath!The Samadhi True Wind swept forth!Blade was utterly powerless against this divine wind infused with immortal magic. He was tossed away like a wisp of败絮 (bàixù -败絮), his equipment clattering to the ground as he tumbled end over end through the air before crashing hard into the depths of a ruined building in the distance, buried beneath debris, falling silent."Can't fight, can't even scratch an itch, just keeps throwing himself at me to die... Are all the monsters in this place brain-dead?" Sun Wukong picked his ear, finding it all rather tedious.The Daywalker's judgment, before the true Indestructible Diamond Body, became a silent farce. It failed to create even a ripple before quickly sinking back into the darkness.The night of despair had fully descended.