I Really Am A Villain

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When Liu Huohuo thanked her, Shangguan Xian didn’t take it to heart. She turned to Xu Zimo with a smile. “You were right,” she said. “In life, what people really seek is pain. Just like you men say, eat meat in great chunks, drink wine in great gulps. To die beneath the peony blossom, and be a romantic ghost even in death. Life is short; you might as well live it however you want.”

Xu Zimo chuckled. “So you’ve suddenly figured it out?”

“Not exactly suddenly,” Shangguan Xian replied. “I used to think violence couldn’t solve anything. But when I killed that Luo Ji just now, I felt so free. Some things can only be solved by violence.” She smiled faintly. “You’re up next. That Army Breaker is the Holy Son of the Many Weapons God-Sect, his strength isn’t to be underestimated. Don’t mess this up.”

“Don’t worry,” Xu Zimo said with a grin.

“Xu Zimo versus Army Breaker!”

With the referee’s loud announcement, Xu Zimo walked step by step onto the arena. The crowd fell silent. On the opposite side, a tall, broad-shouldered man in a crimson robe approached. His presence was sharp, like a blade drawn from its sheath.

“Army Breaker.”

His eyes were like swords, calmly fixed on Xu Zimo. Around him, the air shimmered with weapon intent so strong it distorted the space. It was as if he himself were the master of all weapons.

His eyes were blades, his arms knives, his legs staves, his body an axe. The aura of eighteen kinds of weapons surged and intertwined around him, until standing before Xu Zimo no longer seemed a man, but a living weapon.

To temper the body as a weapon, to forge oneself until godlike, that was the creed of the Many Weapons God-Sect. As its Holy Son, Army Breaker embodied this perfectly. Since childhood, he had treated himself as a weapon. With every casual wave, thousands of sword and blade intents cut through the air.

“Fight,” Army Breaker said calmly. “All along, I saw Xiao Anshan as my greatest rival. But your appearance has added some uncertainty to this Chaos Fire God Realm. Everyone thought the final victor would be decided between me and him.”

“You’re impressive,” Xu Zimo replied. “To temper your body into a weapon must have cost you great suffering. Your will is strong, your mind unshakable. If I hadn’t appeared, you’d indeed have been Xiao Anshan’s equal.”

“From the sound of it, you think the outcome’s already decided,” Army Breaker said with a faint smile. “You’re that sure you’ll win?”

“From the moment I stepped onto this stage,” Xu Zimo said evenly, “the match was already over.”

“Then let me see whether your arrogance matches your strength,” Army Breaker shouted.

With a wave of his hand, a tide of blade intent roared out. The surrounding void split open like tofu under its force. Xu Zimo raised his head and clenched his right hand in mid-air. The space itself seemed to collapse into his grip. There was a loud crack, and the blade intent shattered completely, dissolving into nothingness.

Army Breaker frowned. He lifted his head and swung his arm again. From the heavens, a mighty spear of energy condensed, humming with killing will.

“The spear, king of all weapons. With the spear, command the world; with the spear, rule the heavens!”

Army Breaker grasped the spear and thrust it toward Xu Zimo’s face. Xu Zimo slowly drew Shadow Tyrant from his back, blocking the incoming strike. Sparks burst with a deafening clang as the two weapons clashed. Their figures blurred past each other and separated once more.

“Again!” Army Breaker roared.

This time, two spears formed at his sides, while two flying swords appeared beneath his feet. He charged forward like a storm of weapons. Xu Zimo frowned slightly. The power radiating from Army Breaker’s body made even the air tremble.

Xu Zimo spun Shadow Tyrant in a half arc. The sky filled with blade energy, slashing across the void. When blade met body, the spears shattered, the swords vanished, and Army Breaker was blasted backward.

“Incredible,” Army Breaker said with a grin as he climbed to his feet. “When it comes to pure blade technique, I can’t match you.”

“You haven’t been cultivating the blade,” Xu Zimo said, shaking his head. “You’ve been cultivating the weapon body. There’s no comparison. Let me see your Hundred-Weapon Battle Body.”

The so-called Hundred-Weapon Battle Body transformed every part of the cultivator into a weapon. Every punch, every kick carried infinite weapon intent, sharp beyond measure, dominance incarnate.

“Fine!” Army Breaker laughed heartily. His body erupted with the will of countless weapons. Around the arena, all spectators who carried swords or blades felt them tremble and hum in response, acknowledging Army Breaker’s supremacy.

Yet Army Breaker ignored them. All his weapon intent surged toward Shadow Tyrant, trying to seize control of Xu Zimo’s blade, defeat the man by conquering his weapon.

Xu Zimo laughed lightly. “You’re still too green if you think you can take Shadow Tyrant from me.”

He released his grip, letting Shadow Tyrant hover freely before him, inviting Army Breaker’s challenge. But Army Breaker immediately sensed that his weapon intent had struck something unyielding, as if crashing against the indestructible soul of a blade. His will couldn’t move Shadow Tyrant at all.

“Remarkable,” Army Breaker said in awe. “Even at full power, my weapon intent can control Xiao Anshan’s sword. But yours, yours is beyond anything I imagined. You’re like a bottomless abyss.”

“Take my blade,” Xu Zimo said, laughing.

He raised Shadow Tyrant high overhead, its edge pointing toward the heavens. Endless blade intent surged upward, linking with the boundless void. A thunderous boom shook the arena as a sea of blades fell from the sky, crashing down upon Army Breaker’s weapon-forged body.

“While the blade endures, I endure!” Army Breaker roared. “As long as weapon intent exists, I exist!”

Despite his defiance, Xu Zimo remained calm. He opened his mouth and uttered a single word, “Extinguish.”

That one word rang like a divine decree. All laws fell silent; all weapon intent vanished. The void became utterly still. Army Breaker was slammed into the ground, pinned beneath the weight of Xu Zimo’s will.

“Powerful,” Army Breaker laughed breathlessly. “So powerful it makes me tremble. I thought I’d lose, but not this fast, not this completely, without a shred of resistance.”

“I’ll spare your life,” Xu Zimo said.

“No need,” Army Breaker replied solemnly. “I have one technique, my own creation. It’s unstable, which is why I’ve never used it. But today, before all of Chaos Fire God Realm, I’ll show it to you. If I fall afterward, I’ll have no regrets.”

Xu Zimo didn’t try to stop him. Everyone had their own path. Some preferred survival; others would rather burn bright, even for an instant.

“Then show me.”

“Watch closely!” Army Breaker laughed, his aura surging. “This technique is called Heaven-Piercing God-Soldiers!”

“Heaven-Piercing God-Soldiers,” Xu Zimo murmured to himself, anticipation flickering in his eyes.