Phantasmal Genesis

Translator’s note

I am not very smart. The weapon the swordsman has been using was a knife, not a sword. Updated the previous chapter, sorry.

Seated within a car, Meng Ke was aware of Luo Chao’s location because he had connected with him before.

He was confused, why would the human figure attack him? Was that man really capable of faking his subconsciousness?

At this moment, Xuan Nv transmitted the combat data to him.

Meng Ke came to a realisation after watching, the swordsman was possibly not under the control of that ordinary guy.

However, they were spiritually connected.

Meng Ke’s spiritual thread had connected with Luo Chao, and once his consciousness had gone asleep, this man would wake up and cause the thread to snap.

And when a spiritual thread was snapped, the consciousness connected would experience pain.

That was why this swordsman had assumed Meng Ke had attacked him.

“Xuan Nv, connect the spiritual thread to him.”

Under Meng Ke’s command, a spiritual tread was connected to the swordsman.

Instantly, in the swordsman’s vision, a man wearing a red vicious-looking armour wielding a black longsword appeared in his vicinity.

And as this figure appeared, a ferocious aura resembling an army of a thousand troops washed over him as the scorching sun in the sky turned red, the once clear skies turning into a dark galaxy.

“Reveal your name.”

The swordsman was shocked, but his expression remained calm as he became wary. A gush of pride filled his chest as he stood straight, sheathing his knife.

“Wind Swordsman, Yasuo.”

Yasuo stood straight, his sharp hair pointing at the skies. What he didn’t know, was that the entire thing was being recorded by countless cameras.

“So cool! That sheathing motion! That sound, it’s a real blade!”

“Hello everyone, this is Little Moon’s live broadcast, today we spotted a swordsman on the streets……”

“Chen Jing Hao, stop playing your game! Look at this expert!”

……

In an instant, countless videos flooded the internet. It wouldn’t take long for more people to watch these videos and start heading their way.

And since the spiritual thread was connected, it would be easier now.

Xuan Nv started guiding him while asking, “Where are you from?”

The red dot had appeared yesterday, then, this person who called himself the Wind Swordsman had appeared yesterday as well.

“I……” There was a dazed look in Yasuo’s eyes, he didn’t know why he had appeared here either.

“Where are you headed?” Xuan Nv asked again.

Yasuo fell into silence. He suddenly realised that in his memory, aside from sword techniques and combat, there was nothing.

He didn’t know where he was from, and he didn’t know where he was headed. He only knew of a name, Wind Swordsman, Yasuo.

“You’re clearly holding a knife, so why are you calling yourself a swordsman?” Xuan Nv continued asking.

“……”

Yasuo looked at the knife in his hands, and he was even more dazed. Thats right! He was clearly holding a knife, so why was he calling himself the Wind Swordsman……?

Suddenly, a realisation appeared in his heart.

He unsheathed his knife.

“I do not know where I am from, or where I am headed, I don’t know why I’m called a swordsman, and I am certainly holding a knife in my hands……”

A gust of wind suddenly blew from his sides as a newfound certainty filled his gaze, which was locked onto Xuan Nv.

“But I only need to believe in my heart! My sword is the knife in my hands!”

“Hasaki!”

A similar cold light appeared as Yasuo moved with his knife, he moved towards Xuan Nv with the intent to kill, the current him had truly entered a combative state.

An unsheathed blade was naturally accompanied by wind.

Xuan Nv could actually just suppress this person, but she chose not to, the current Yasuo was in a state that was within her requirements as a source of combat data.

Xuan Nv’s database was filled with large amounts of combat knowledge, but fighting with a person like this was something new to her.

She created a human with a similar physique to Yasuo, she wanted to fight on a similar level to see Yasuo’s true capabilities and allow him to truly put in all of his efforts.

Not only that, even just like this, Yasuo would most likely be killed by the phantasy regardlessly.

His swordsmanship wasn’t bad, but it was far from perfection.

Xuan Nv’s database consisted of not just one person’s combat experience, but every single piece of data of martial arts that existed on the internet.

If Yasuo could survive just 5 turns with her, it would be considered very amazing.

And in comparison, on this Earth, no one would survive just one move from Xuan Nv.

With just one move from the opponent, Xuan Nv could instantly calculate countless ways to counterstrike.

It wasn’t a fight between humans, but a fight against the collective knowledge of human martial arts.

The more data she collected, the more weaknesses she found in Yasuo’s movements. And just as Yasuo had pulled out his knife, Xuan Nv had already calculated his next 10 moves.

And that was why Xuan Nv lowered the physique of the phantasy body to collect more data, by lowering the difficulty like this, she could maximise the amount of data she could obtain.

But in Yasuo’s eyes, the opponent was slightly stronger in swordsmanship, but it wasn’t impossible to defeat.

But as they clashed multiple times, each time he could’ve overcome this tiny bit of difference, was barely dodged by the enemy over and over again.

And this caused his sword’s win to become fiercer until suddenly, raging winds resembling a dragon twisted to the skies.

And seeing a gap, a glint of light flashed past Yasuo’s eyes.

“Last breath!”

In that instant, as if he had teleported, his speed was raised to the limits as he left an afterimage in the air.

Just like he had cloned himself, countless Yasuo’s swung their knives in the raging winds, and his roars travelled extremely far, but as the dust was pulled into the whirlwind, it made it hard to see what was within.

And the policemen that had just rushed over were watching this sight, their jaws hanging open.

After a full minute, a clanging sound was heard.

The raging winds had died down as the dust in the air started to settle. Yasuo swung his knife handsomely in the air before sheathing his blade.

“Death is like the wind, always by my side……”

“Pa!”

His pretentiousness didn’t even last 3 seconds.

The phantasy walked through the dust, and seeing Yasuo’s back against it, it slapped its palm into the back of his head.

This guy didn’t think he would be able to kill a phantasy just like that, did he!

“As a swordsman, you dare to get carried away before even checking if your opponent is dead?” The phantasy looked at the dazed Yasuo coldly.

It didn’t die?!

Yasuo was in disbelief, and he was filled with questions as he uncontrollably asked, “You……how are you fine?”

Meng Ke, who had been watching from afar, was lost for words. Aside from his praiseworthy swordsmanship, his intelligence must be stunted?

Who gave him the self-confidence?

He hadn’t even seen the corpse of his enemy, and he chose to sheath his blade?

This kind of person must have never been in a real fight before!

Meng Ke suddenly recalled that this person had probably just appeared for a day, and his swordsmanship and memory were possibly fake.

And that meant, the fighting in this person’s memory……

Was it actually not that different from his memory uploading?

Alright, Meng Ke had lost all of his interest.

Instantly, Xuan Nv released control of the phantasy, and the armour-clad person glanced at the dazed Yasuo as it faded away, leaving just his voice in the air.

“Windshitter!” (Nickname for shitty Yasuo players, I used an English equivalent.) 

Translator’s note

Bad news, I got to cut down on the chapters because of work, but I’ll try to do 3 chapters a week at least.