Chapter 405: The Final Battle

Ever since the journey to send Jiang Xiaoyue to the Haotian Academy was finalized, Jiang Xuan, now conspicuously lacking a purpose, began idling away his hours inside the Origin Internet Club playing games, thereby adding another regular patron to Boss Fang’s establishment.

Through Jiang Xiaoyue’s recommendation, the game he played the most was Devil May Cry 3; in his spare moments, he would also watch movies and television dramas like Shushan and Zhu Xian. Nearly every single day, one could behold a tall, martial man clad in silver garments, accompanied by two guards, waiting at the internet cafe’s entrance at the crack of dawn for the doors to open.

Meanwhile, far away in Half City, although it was a domain belonging to cultivators, there was no shortage of Devil May Cry 3 players; moreover, within this city, there were those frantically playing Devil May Cry just to become magic swordsmen.

Of course, it was not limited merely to frantically playing Devil May Cry; inside her Qzone, Ning Bi had conveniently purchased an electric guitar: an imitation of Dante’s electric guitar version.

She casually sent a QQ message to Boss Fang: “Boss, do you have any nice-sounding songs recommended that can be played on the guitar?”

“Something a bit more shocking,” she added a moment later, attaching a screenshot at the same time. The screenshot revealed a tall beauty dressed in a long black gown, with brown hair and jade-green eyes, her pale face betraying a subtle hint of fangs, which, paired with the electric guitar cradled in her arms, truly carried a distinctive aura.

Boss Fang stared for a moment, a bit dazed: “...Has this deviated a bit too far?”

“Preferably the kind Dante uses.”

Boss Fang clutched his forehead: “...”

By this time, Ning Bi was already adjusting the electric guitar within her Qzone, leading off with a song in self-intoxication: “The bell rings out the signal to return home, in his life it seems to carry a touch of sighing...”

And truth be told, the high-quality electric guitar produced by the system, paired with her elegant yet slightly cool voice, was genuinely quite pleasant to the ear.

On another side, Shui Xianyun stayed all by herself within her own courtyard.

She had specially purchased technology from the Wuwei Daoist Alliance to custom-make two pistols, one black and one white; the exquisite patterns engraved upon them were almost identical to Dante’s twin pistols.

Slung across her back was a meticulously forged, enchanted greatsword; one side of the crossguard bore a demonic face while the other side bore a human face, visibly identical in styling to Dante’s sword.

The blade itself was forged from deep-sea cold iron, utilizing the special replica craftsmanship of the All-Sect Alliance, which was thoroughly trustworthy.

Countless magical artifact targets were scattered irregularly all around her. Then, mimicking Dante’s moves, she fired with both guns.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A barrage of fierce gunfire rang out.

Cross-firing!

Front-and-back firing!

Rain Storm!

Immediately following, a single sword strike launched a magical artifact target into the air.

The spiritual energy within her body coalesced, and the flames erupting from the muzzles flared with a violent blue light!

Spiritual energy bullets!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Wild firing.

Then, her entire body leapt high into the air, turning upside down in mid-air. As her body spun, countless sparks of gunfire shot forth, like a celestial maiden scattering flowers, as innumerable bullets enveloped in pale blue light cascaded downward, a magnificent scene akin to a passionate dance amidst a profusion of blossoms.

She holstered her guns and stood still, incomparably handsome.

In an instant, the surrounding ground gained countless bullet holes, the doors were shattered, flowers were destroyed, and grass was ruined, presenting a scene of utter ruin.

Shortly after, Shui Xianyun began picking up one magical artifact target after another from the ground.

Bright and clean as new, every single shot had missed the mark!

A mastery of the sunset-red marksmanship, perfected to the highest degree.

“...” Her face darkened, and she hastily glanced left and right, relieved that no one had discovered her.

She breathed a sigh of relief on the spot.

“Senior Sister! Senior Sister!” Just then, a voice echoed out.

“...” Her entire face turned black, “Why come at a time like this?!”

Bang! Bang! Bang!

She hurriedly rushed close to each magical artifact target and fired a shot. By the time Daoist Master Xi Chi walked outside the courtyard, she saw Shui Xianyun clad in white robes, thin wisps of smoke rising from the twin guns in her hands.

“Is Senior Sister practicing her shooting?!” Daoist Master Xi Chi stole a glance, noting that on the magical artifact targets, every single bullet hit the absolute center of the bullseye, prompting her to praise instantly, “Excellent marksmanship!”

Extremely carefree, wearing the guise of an otherworldly master: “Does Junior Sister have some matter?”

“Has Senior Sister forgotten? The Boss is live-streaming the completion of Devil May Cry 3 this afternoon!”

“Is that so!?” Her brow twitched as she hurriedly tidied up, “Let’s go, let’s go!”

...

Every story must eventually meet its conclusion.

Perhaps what Devil May Cry brought to them was more of the cool, gorgeous combat and those breathtaking battle techniques displayed in the blink of an eye.

During the course of the game, operating Dante level after level to defeat one powerful boss after another, following Dante’s footsteps and pursuing Vergil’s footsteps, they arrived from the human realm into the demon realm.

This soul, flowing with noble yet wicked demon blood, flamboyant and unrestrained, open-minded yet preserving a humane and kind side within the heart, left an exceptionally deep impression upon these players.

In order to pursue his father’s power, Vergil did not hesitate to undo the power his father had once left behind to seal the demons, thereby causing the slumbering demons to awaken, while simultaneously opening that sealed dimensional rift between the demon realm and the human world.

Inside the demon realm passage.

The terrifying turbulent currents of demonic energy surged like tidal waves.

The twin sons of the legendary magic swordsman walked different paths; one inherited his father’s power, while the other inherited his parents’ conviction—when heaven and earth were about to lose balance and darkness was about to sweep over everything, there would always be such a proud soul standing between heaven and earth, resisting the torrent of world-destruction, even if he himself was born of darkness.

If the previous battles were akin to fights between brothers, then now, it had truly become a life-and-death struggle.

All the Devil May Cry players had occupied the prime positions before the large screen early on; although they were still quite far from completing the game themselves, many did not mind “completing the game via video” first.

In truth, many players engaged in fierce battles and fanatical research of techniques had no time to manage the overly detailed plot, but watching Boss Fang play was different; as bystanders, devoid of the thrilling, knife-edge operations, they could peacefully experience it all.

This was the final duet between the two.

At the end, Vergil’s strength could be described as terrifying to the extreme; one could see the instant his blade was drawn.

Vergil merely drew his blade in front of his body.

No, perhaps it could not even be called drawing a blade, because no one saw him unsheathe it.

Yet a terrifying arc of blade-light, as if leaping through space itself, appeared directly in front of the Dante operated by Boss Fang!

“!!”

“What kind of swordsmanship is this!?”

“It can actually be done like this?!”

Many in the audience cried out in alarm on the spot.

Judgement Cut!

Vergil unleashed such a terrifying move the moment he struck, to the extent that everyone subconsciously felt an immense pressure.

Vergil differed from Dante; as a magic swordsman, he believed using a gun was an insult to him, so he never used guns, trusting only the sword in his hand, but this did not mean he lacked ranged attacks.

The Judgement Cut was one form, but immediately after, everyone witnessed an even more unbelievable scene.

Just as Boss Fang had barely blocked a single Judgement Cut, Vergil waved his hand, and the Yamato in his grasp transformed directly into blue light and flew out!

“Sword-controlling technique?!”

“No, it should be called blade-controlling!”

"Isn't this guy just absolutely incredible?!"

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