Colonial Suit

Fighting, endless fighting...

In the void, Singer's blood splattered, his body riddled with wounds... yet Blood瞳's fists and feet continued to rain down like a storm, without pause. The vector rules had been used many times, but none were effective. Singer finally understood that for Blood瞳, any tricks were meaningless. When power returns to its origin, it is pure nothingness.

How could one change nothingness, which has no direction?

This was the most fundamental underlying rule of the universe, which even Blood瞳 himself could not fully grasp, but even a trace, a tiny bit, was enough for him to unleash the purest fist power in the universe! None could compare!

So Singer was miserable, very bitter.

But he could not retreat.

Blood sprayed in the void, flesh splattered from his wounds. But Singer still shouted and fought fiercely, a world apart from his previous timidity. Because he knew when he could fool around and when he had to be serious. To gain Blood瞳's recognition, weakness was unacceptable, retreat was unacceptable, only stubbornness and persistence offered the only hope.

Only stubbornness could lead to focus.

Only persistence could lead to tenacity.

What was pain and torment? Just a necessary path to the peak. When he stood atop the summit and looked back, wouldn't these hardships be a form of scenery?

Bang!

Singer slammed his shoulder straight into Blood瞳's body, fiercely, but it was countered by Blood瞳's knee strike. Before he could retreat, Blood瞳 grabbed his shoulder and swung a whip kick at his neck. A muffled thud echoed as Blood瞳 flipped over, lifting his leg high without looking and pressing down!

'Battle Axe!'

An irresistible force pressed down instantly, smashing Singer into the atmosphere of the planet below. He ignited with flames as he pierced through the atmosphere, like a falling meteor.

Blood瞳 coldly watched him fall to the surface before flexing his wrist and stopping his movements.

Singer had reached his limit; any more force would have killed him.

In reality, despite Blood瞳's ferocious attacks during the fight, everything was under control. The force used was precisely at the edge of Singer's limit, constantly changing with his endurance. Even the largest quantum computer might not be able to achieve such precision, yet it was as clear as the lines on his palm.

This was the power of melee specialization, the control over the body reaching its peak.

But Singer was in a terrible state. This kind of training was a huge boost, but it was also extremely painful. Not everyone could remain unmoved by the wounds to their body and mind. To grit his teeth and not retreat in the face of irresistible attacks was a testament to his will. An ordinary person would probably wish they were dead.

Death was only a moment, but Blood瞳's fists and feet were imprinted on Singer's flesh, mind, and even the depths of his soul.

On the planet's surface, a large pit a hundred meters deep was clearly visible. Singer was deeply embedded at the bottom, his chest barely rising and falling. Qingyue appeared beside him and watched for a while before returning to Blood瞳.

"He's still alive."

"He's not that easy to kill," Blood瞳 replied, then unwrapped the bandages on his hands. The blood had already soaked through, making his hands appear blood red.

It was Singer's blood, still scalding hot.

"A warrior, if he cannot die at the hands of his enemies, then he should die at the hands of his comrades."

Blood瞳 stared intently as he unwound the bandages, saying to Qingyue, "Everyone has their own destiny, but battle is the common ground of all warriors. I cannot give him a direction for the future, but if, and only if, one day he will die, then I hope he dies at my hands."

Qingyue was somewhat stunned; she couldn't understand Blood瞳's logic. But gazing at the blood-stained bandage, she said after a long while, "You're so cruel."

"This is the law of nature!" Blood瞳 replied without hesitation, his eyes full of coldness. "I don't know how to train descendants, but I know the laws of this universe. No one is righteous. From the moment we are born into this world, our bodies and souls are stained with sin. That's how the universe sees us, and that's how we see it..."

"So you're fighting against it?"

"I'm just reclaiming what belongs to me," Blood瞳 replied. "Unfortunately, Singer is my legacy."

"He's almost dead," Qingyue couldn't help but say.

"Not yet," Blood瞳 replied. "At least, he can still breathe."

"Tell him, two hours, get up and continue."

"Are you really going to push him to death?" Qingyue was truly surprised now. If Blood瞳 had only been training him before, this order was utterly ruthless, practically driving Singer to the brink.

Unfortunately, as a plane will, she would never understand the lineage of Hensel, no, Blood瞳.

"Afraid?"

"Soft?"

"Or cowardly?"

Blood瞳 didn't look at Singer, as if the creature lying at the bottom of the pit, like a lump of soft flesh, wasn't worth his attention, simply saying coldly to Qingyue.

"Only two hours. You can help him recover his strength, but whether he gets up or not depends on his own will."

"What if he can't get up?" Qingyue asked tentatively.

Blood瞳 sneered. "If he can't get up, he'll either be a corpse or a cripple."

He said no more, because in his eyes, there were many definitions of a cripple. Physical disability was called a cripple, but what about the deficiency of the soul and will? Singer was the successor he had chosen for Lord Hensel. He could die, but he could not be weak. How could that tiger-like man tolerate a crippled disciple?

He, as part of his legacy, could only do this much.

Blood瞳 thought silently, as if he saw that burly, tenacious figure like a mountain again. "Everyone has their own destiny, and my destiny is to defy destiny. Sect Master, unfortunately, I cannot truly inherit your legacy. If this violates your original intention, then..."

"I am sorry."

Blood瞳's gaze fell again on the weak figure deep in the pit, his eyes flickering.

Then he said to Qingyue.

"Give him the best treatment. If he doesn't die, then have him come to see me in two hours. If he dies, give him a funeral."

"Will you attend?" Qingyue asked.

Blood瞳 was silent for a long time before answering in a low voice, "No."

With that, his figure blurred and disappeared before Qingyue's eyes.

The next moment, he appeared like an ethereal ghost on a human mothership in another void, countless miles away.

This was a spacious and bright garden, covered with green grass and dense forests. By a stream, the Speaker had just straightened his back, holding a fishing rod in his hand.

There was a fish on the fishing rod.

Silently, the void behind him began to blur and distort, and Blood瞳 walked out from it...

Looking at the Speaker's back, Blood瞳 said expressionlessly.

"The time is approaching..."(To be continued..)