This Guy Really Deserved Some Praise

"Illusion Technique: Tsukuyomi!"

An inexplicable attraction emanated from the gaunt man's left eye. Russell's vision distorted, the world spun, and when he opened his eyes again, he found himself in the blood-red Tsukuyomi space.

It was a familiar scene, just like how he had treated Freddy before, only this time the roles were reversed, and he was the one tied to the Cross.

"You're very strong, really very strong. I'm afraid you can count the number of people stronger than you on one hand in the Main God Space." The thin man stood in front of him holding a katana. As he spoke, he stabbed Russell in the chest with the Russell, twisting it twice before pulling it out.

Russell's expression remained unchanged. He felt a little pain, but Ximen Chuixue said that compared to the heartache of stabbing Ye Gucheng to death that night at the Forbidden City, a little pain and itching was nothing.

"Good, tough enough. I like torturing tough guys like you..." The gaunt man stabbed again, but seeing that Russell was still silent, he snorted and said, "There are still 71 hours, 59 minutes and 59 seconds left. I'd like to see how long you can last."

"Sword God! Ximen Chuixue! Bah! You made me lose an eye and killed all my men..." The gaunt man's face turned ferocious as he stabbed again and again, muttering, "Killing you will only get me 1,000 Reward Points at most. That amount of money can't even buy back the cornea of my Mangekyo. This Team Battle was a huge loss."

The gaunt man's right pupil was grayish-white. When he was being strangled by sword energy, he used the forbidden Mangekyo technique 'Izanagi', which swapped reality and dreams. He escaped with his life but lost sight in his right eye, and his Amaterasu ability was also disabled.

Russell suddenly spoke up, honestly stating the truth. "You're overthinking it. You don't even have 1000 Reward Points."

"What's the meaning!?"

The gaunt man asked in surprise, then quickly realized that all his teammates were dead, leaving only him, blind in one eye. So what if he survived seven days? Could he possibly take on the entire other team by himself?

When the time comes, the main god will tally the scores, and the negative score will deduct Reward Points that will kill him.

The gaunt men split into four, each occupying a corner, and thrust their katanas at Russell, shouting in unison with resentment, "If I die, you won't live either. So what if you're Sword God? In my Tsukuyomi barrier, you're just like a dead dog, at my mercy."

"You don't need to worry about my life or death. You go about your business. I'm going to close my eyes and rest for a while. Don't disturb me." There is no concept of time in the Tsukuyomi world. A second in the real world can be a day or a year here, depending on how long the thin man's eye power can last.

If not now, when will we ever grasp the essence of the sword?

The thin man was a good person. Knowing that Russell was short of money and time, he risked going blind to pull him into the Tsukuyomi space. What kind of spirit is this? This is the spirit of internationalism.

This person really deserves... a thumbs up!

Seeing that Russell was indeed resting with his eyes closed, the gaunt man trembled with rage. His most prized ability had been disregarded. His pride trampled upon, he immediately created countless versions of himself, a dense barrage of katana blades that took turns striking Russell.

Russell frowned; this really hurt. But after recalling the Forbidden City for a moment, the pain immediately subsided.

"How is this possible!?" X2

Russell and the thin man shouted at the same time.

The gaunt man was furious because Russell ignored his Tsukuyomi, while Russell saw his Wealth Points still dropping rapidly. The system informed him that time was also counted in the Tsukuyomi space.

Come to think of it, the system wouldn't leave such a flaw. If cards can be used even in a dream, there's no reason for him to evade taxes in the Tsukuyomi space.

"System, how long can my Wealth Points extend the duration of Ximen Chuixue's Character Card?"

"Uncle Luo, Ximen Chuixue's realm belongs to the high-level martial arts world. According to the character level, it will consume 100 Wealth Points per second." The faint sound of an abacus being turned could be heard. The system continued, "You have a total of 59,900 Wealth Points. 6,000 points have already been consumed due to the delay. There are less than 9 minutes left."

Russell said sternly, "Five more minutes... no, four more minutes."

We can't throw all our Wealth Points at Ximen Chuixue. Although the Sword God realm is indeed tempting, Wealth Points are more important as a last resort for survival.

Time was of the essence; Russell only had four minutes to comprehend the way of the sword. But as soon as he calmed his mind and focused, he was jolted awake by the pain.

The gaunt man went berserk, transforming into countless katana swords and tearing Russell to pieces. His crazed appearance showed that he was possessed by a demon, and he seemed determined not to stop until he had Russell in excruciating pain.

"Snort!"

Russell snorted coldly, his gaze shooting out layers of sword nets like lightning, dispelling the illusions in all directions and locking the gaunt man in a cage forged from sword intent.

"How is that possible? This is my world, how could you possibly control it?"

"Answer me, answer me now!!"

Russell had no time to pay attention to him, ignoring the noise around him, and focused his mind on the supreme way of the sword. Ximen Chuixue's way of the sword was so profound that it could be called the ultimate truth of the sword. Four minutes was far from enough, and how much he could comprehend depended on his own comprehension.

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At 3 minutes and 59 seconds, Russell suddenly opened his eyes and unleashed a soaring sword intent in the last second, shattering the shackles on his body and splitting the Tsukuyomi space in two.

In reality, the gaunt man suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, swaying unsteadily as he braced himself on the ground. The illusion was violently shattered, and he suffered a severe backlash of mental energy, his head throbbing with pain.

The Character Card had expired, and Russell reverted to his original form. He nervously touched the top of his head, and the resilient strands of hair made him breathe a sigh of relief.

[Bite!]

[Host acquires skill: Master Swordsman!]

Unsurprisingly, based on Ximen Chuixue's Character Card, the system determined that Russell's swordsmanship had reached a master level, more than enough to establish his own school.

[Skill: Master Swordsman (Even in a high-martial arts world, he would be considered a top-tier swordsman)]

"Yes, yes, a top-tier expert, that's impressive. But they have internal energy, which I don't. And why don't you mention that in the world of high-level martial arts, there are also grandmasters, great grandmasters, immortals who have shattered the void, and beings from the six realms of gods and demons..."

Russell muttered a complaint, but it was just a complaint. Ximen Chuixue's swordsmanship was extraordinary, while he had not had enough time to comprehend it. It was already quite difficult for him to receive a first-class evaluation.

"Why, why is my Tsukuyomi ineffective against you..."

When they arrived in front of the gaunt man, the latter was still fixated on the illusion being broken. His right eye was grayish-white, and his left eye was nearly blind due to continuous use of Tsukuyomi. He didn't even notice that Russell had grown a head... cough cough, he didn't notice that Russell's appearance had changed drastically.

"Why so many whys? If it's no good, it's no good!" Russell took out his Desert Eagle, changed the magazine, and pointed the gun at the gaunt man's forehead. "Foolish guy, there is no such thing as invincibility in this world, and the power of a move depends on who the user is. Your will and spirit are far from enough. Don't even mention dealing with Ximen Chuixue, you'd have a hard time even against Wu Wukai!"

"..." The gaunt man remained silent, seemingly waiting to die.

Bang!

Russell pulled the trigger, sending him to his death, then turned and disappeared into the shadows.

A moment later, the emaciated man's body stirred, and he sat up on the ground, panting heavily.

Izanagi activated it again, this time using his left eye. He traded a nearly blind eye for a life, a sure win.

Blindness was no big deal; he had prepared a backup plan for this day. Trembling, he took out a glass container from his Space Ring, and his two bright red Sharingan gleamed red in the solution.

"A gentleman takes his revenge even after ten years. Sword God Ximen Chuixue, you bald man, just wait. Sooner or later, I will torture you to death in the Tsukuyomi space." The gaunt man said resentfully, raised his hand to his eye socket, hesitated for a moment, and then suddenly dug it in.

Pfft!

The gaunt man stood frozen in place as a machete pierced his heart from behind.

It's Jason!

The gaunt man opened his mouth wide, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, wanting to say something but unable to utter a word.

Jason snatched the Sharingan from the skinny man's hand and thrust it forward with all his might. The machete pierced the skinny man's heart directly, and the latter was lifted up by the long sword, hanging in mid-air with his feet off the ground, blood splattering everywhere. He was truly dead now.

Russell strolled back from the shadows, tossing the glass container up and down. "System, initiate the lottery triggered by the Space Ring."

[Item Card: Space Ring (Without Space Ring, what's the point of traveling through time?)]

Using the Item Card, Russell slipped the black Space Ring onto his middle finger. The space wasn't large enough to hold a spaceship, let alone Lamborghini, but it was sufficient. Although bound items wouldn't be lost unless abandoned, carrying a bunch of items with him on every journey was troublesome and he worried about damage.

Russell put all the items that the system had given him into the Space Bag, but it couldn't fit them in. There was a bug where it couldn't store items, so he had to take the items out of the bag.

Looking at the Sharingan in his hand, Russell was still a little unwilling to give up. "System, apart from items obtained from the lottery, is it really true that other things cannot be brought into the mission world?"

"That's right, I've never encountered an exception!"

"Then why was Shen Menghan able to bring the Ring of the Goddess of Fortune in? Is your system level lower than that of the main god?" Russell muttered as he asked. If his system level was lower than that of the main god, the main god should have noticed him when he came in.

"Uncle Luo, you've probably misunderstood something. Although the God World is divided into two worlds, reality and mission world, it's still one world in the end. Besides, even if your ex-girlfriend traveled to another world with the ring, it's because the ring was produced by the system."

"Okay, you make a good point!"