Apocalypse Regression's

The Lone Star

Meanwhile, in front of the Sword of Sufferings headquarters.

The gust of night wind gently caressed the skin. The cold sensation was still left behind, making the people who sensed it wake up from their dreams.

In front of the gate, it appeared that five people were standing under the night curtain with faint stars sparkling.

From a distance, hundreds of zombies came like waves trying to sweep away anything.

Unlike the four worried-looking people, Ark closed his eyes quietly, as if he was feeling a change in the world. The young man took a deep breath and then said.

"I've given you supplies. Fight, hide, escape .. Whatever you want to do depends on your own abilities."

Ark opened his eyes. Cold sparkling blue eyes were visible on his face. So it fits a sapphire necklace that hangs gently on her neck.

The young man walked forward while pulling the two katanas from his waist. His actions seemed careless and stupid. Yet the indifferent expression on his face made people startled as well as doubtful.

"Whatever happens .. Try to hold on until the dawn comes."

After saying that, the figure of Ark instantly rushed towards the countless zombie hordes. Ignoring the shocked fellows, the young man began to feel a familiar sensation.

***

On top of a hill, there were two people, one old geezer and one man of about thirty years old standing opposite.

"You're talented, but you're stupid. I will teach you my sword technique ...

Shadow Styx Stream's."

Hearing what the old man said, the man was shocked.

"Don't joke, Old Man! It was a swordsmanship that you perfected your entire life. If you give it to me, there must be a lot of people on the front lines who are dissatisfied.

Not to mention, I'm not a member of—"

"My time is not long, Ark."

"..."

"I don't like them. However, this science is not easy to learn, let alone develop.

I know, even though you have an amazing achievement of making sword energy in fairy tales, but you have yet to find a technique that is suitable for your fighting style.

Not only are espers lucky to awaken telekinesis talent, even close combatants (close combatants) are jealous of your talent. This is strange, because ...

Isn't the stronger the human being at the end of this world, the better? More people can be protected?"

"You're overreacting, Old Man."

Ark clearly disagreed. He was well aware of how important the Shadow Styx Stream swordsmanship was.

Styx is the name of the river that connects the world and hell. Where the god of hell, Hades, reigns.

It's just that, unlike in the story where Styx is described as calm and terrible. This style of sword technique was extremely ferocious and brutal.

A path leading to hell!

"Don't hesitate like that, son. That's so disgusting. Not at all like the cold guy I knew before.

I will give you the Shadow Styx Stream, so you must accept it!"

"I'll replace it with a cure. I'll find a suitable herb for—"

"If it's so easy to cure, how could I be willing to give this skill to you, idiot.

I know where my limits are. That's what I'm gonna give you, boy. I want you to develop it into a skill that is always remembered and written in the history of mankind. So ..."

The old man walked towards Ark, hitting the man's chest lightly. A reddish dawn light shone on the smiling old face as he said.

"I leave all the rest, including the burden that I have to bear on you ... Lone Star."

***

Two cold glittering blue eyes. Two blue energies that appear when using telekinesis skills to move objects envelop both katanas. A killing intent instantly erupted.

First punch, swing horizontally from left to right with the right sword!

Immediately follow with the upper punch with the left sword.

Jump and slash the target with both swords from left to right while rotating, twice.

Landing and cross-cutting from top to bottom, add another cross slash from bottom to top.

Strain with a diagonal slash to cut the same point!

Turn the grip on the two swords as if carrying a dagger, and add another cross slash with both swords from top to bottom.

It then maneuvered like a barrel-roll while slashing at the target, as if a hurricane was destroying whatever was blocking its path.

End the round with a cross slash from the bottom up, then continue to repeat all attacks until all opponents in front disappear!

Swooshes! Swooshes! SWOOSH!!

The sound of a sharp wind splitting everything was heard. The blue light glittered in the dark of the night as if a river of stars present in space shocked the eyes.

Part of the dozens ... hundreds of slashed zombies filled the streets, making rivers of black blood.

Stopping his actions, the figure of the youth stood quietly above the black river. Looks like a lonely man sailing alone through the river of hell.

A young man whose entire body was drenched in blood, stood still with a pair of blue eyes that looked at the hundreds of zombies in front of him.

Looking towards the silent zombie as if it had fear when it was seen by a predator, with blood still dripping from the tip of the two katanas, Ark said.

"You are."

>> Connect.