I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 3647: Chapter 1776: Sword Princess_3

Not even a person or hand.

It’s just a chicken, a big black hen, holding a simple broken stone sword in its beak.

"Hitting a rock with an egg..."

Previously, Matchmaker didn’t know what that was, she believed no one in the world would ever do such a thing.

Now she felt she was witnessing something even more absurd than "hitting a rock with an egg"—a chicken fighting a ghost.

Matchmaker was filled with despair, showing an expression of hopelessness: "What am I even expecting..."

But that chicken!

The Black Chicken held the sword in its sharp beak, its chicken eyes half-closed, half revealing a cold gleam, half showcasing its sharpness, clearly conveying a sense of "Across the world all are ants, only I, the Black Chicken, reign supreme."

Its chicken eyes stared dryly at the White-faced Ghost, and in an instant, spectators had a blurry vision as if seeing the chicken’s beak slightly tilt upward?

In an instant, the comments from Golden Apricot exploded:

"Oh my God! It’s just a chicken, how can it act so cocky?"

"Please, lend me some confidence."

"Sickly young master, frail old man, Sword-Holding Chicken, I’m convinced... What kind of thing is this? White-faced Ghost, I’m begging you, I have never begged anyone in my life, can you just slash these things apart? Matchmaker included as a bonus."

"..."

The moment the Sword-Holding Chicken appeared, the number of spectators watching the Golden Apricot’s screen completely broke through 1.5 million.

Soon it was 1.6, 1.7...

It seemed not long before it could break the 2 million mark.

Matchmaker felt no joy at all, because she was going to die.

The White-faced Ghost was also not cheerful, for unlike those nearly two million spectators teasing the scene through the screen,

It surprisingly felt pressure from a mere chicken?

"Is something wrong with me?"

A drop of cold sweat trickled down the White-faced Ghost’s forehead.

Almost getting scared from being a ghost into a living person, just as it was about to raise its hand to wipe away this sweat...

"Caw-caw-caw——"

From atop the cassia carriage, the Sword-Holding Chicken let out a call, leaving behind shadows as it vanished.

"What?!"

The White-faced Ghost drew its sword and retreated in panic, letting out a startled cry.

The Sword-Holding Chicken was actually charging over!

Its chicken claws stepped through the void, executing a "Space-Time Transition" sword press close to face, then horizontally clamping that sword while slashing, cutting, rising, stabbing, blocking, parrying, and shaking...

"3000 Sword Styles?"

The White-faced Ghost blocked, and blocked, and blocked, but still could only block and block and block.

Being approached this closely, that chicken was simply not human, its fighting style was extremely fierce, and even more so, extremely perfect.

Each move and each style seemed to be rules materialized, effortlessly perfect.

Every step brought a change, resembling the antelope’s horn, with no trace to be found.

The sword of the Sword-Holding Chicken, apart from the "chicken" as its vessel, was so perfect it seemed like the Sword God itself was executing the Way of the Sword!

"Clang-clang-clang——clang-clang-clang——"

In an instant, seventy-one sword strikes, the sound of metal striking, continuously filled the ears.

The more the White-faced Ghost met the sword, the more frightened it became; the more afraid it got, the softer its sword became.

Originally, it could withstand this intensity, managing to meet hundreds of strikes was not a problem, as long as its focus didn’t break...

But it couldn’t help getting distracted!

The Sword-Holding Chicken wielded the sword with its beak, slicing with the sword, naturally swaying its head, its chicken head twisting this way and that, and its chicken behind occasionally blinding the eyes...

Who could withstand that?

No ghost could bear it!

At a certain moment, the White-faced Ghost thought it was encountering the Fantasy Sword Technique, thinking there couldn’t be such an absurd art in the world...

In that hesitation,

The speed of meeting the sword slowed down.𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

On the seventy-second sword, with a swish, its head was partially sliced off, even losing one eye.

The Sword-Holding Chicken paused its assault, holding the sword, its chicken eyes slightly closed, wings folded, chicken claws slowly crossing, strolling leisurely in a crooked path.

The White-faced Ghost covered half its face, tears of blood streaming, vision blurred, mind clouded, feeling everything like a dream or illusion.

"No..."

It wiped a hand of blood.

It felt as if a piece of its spiritual physique had been sliced away.

Upon realizing this, it could no longer hold back and shouted out the very phrase it had relished hearing from humans during its rampant days in the Ghost Buddha Realm:

"No! This can’t be!"