Jiang Ke’er knew that neither side would hold back in this exchange; they would unleash the strongest techniques they had mastered to decide the victor in a single strike.
She did not want to kill such a pure battle-maniac who was so intoxicated by the match, but she could not afford to hold back, or she would be the one to die.
Jing Lie repaired the meridians in his palm, and Jiang Ke’er adjusted her state as well.
Qiao Xiaoxian felt a sense of worry in her heart, and Jiang Ke’er was also feeling somewhat uneasy… her battle techniques were still too few.
She had always relied on reaction speed and improvisation to resolve fights, so whenever she encountered this kind of duel between ultimate moves, she felt a lack of options.
‘Why don’t I just invent one?’
‘After all, I can’t rely on the System for everything.’
Jiang Ke’er smiled, then suddenly narrowed her eyes and held her sword, gathering the wind!
It was merely a wisp of breeze, flowing lightly around the blade and in front of Jiang Ke’er.
But to Jing Lie’s senses, it was not that simple!
He felt a violent current erupt from Jiang Ke’er, blowing straight toward him! Although the airflow contained no killing intent, he was shocked by her ability to convert and manipulate spiritual power… she was actually able to form a narrow wind tunnel in front of her!
The airflow was disturbed, and the wind speed increased rapidly.
The scattered air impacted the arena barrier, gradually forming two massive, pale white tornadoes on either side of the stage.
The force of the two tornadoes combined, making the wind speed in the only channel between them even more terrifying!
This move was truly novel, making Jing Lie’s eyes light up.
He laughed heartily, and the ground beneath his feet exploded into a massive crater! Facing the terrifying gale, he rushed against the current, flashing toward Jiang Ke’er in a burst of speed!
“Here I come! Let me see what you’re capable of!”
Behind him, the Black Tortoise Dharma Aspect shone with brilliant light! The massive Dharma Aspect soared into the clouds! His powerful fist flickered with a scorching light that distorted the air, and even the tornadoes on the sides were burned until they warped!
Jiang Ke’er sighed softly and bowed slightly.
She put away Qing Cheng for the moment, and for the first time ever, she gripped Frost Shadow with both hands in a posture full of power.
The strong wind pressed against her back. Seeing Jing Lie had already crossed the center of the arena, Jiang Ke’er took a light step forward.
A Momentary Bloom, and Frost Shadow shone with a biting cold light!
“BANG—”
A massive sonic boom resounded throughout the Shenzhou Cup arena.
Jiang Ke’er’s body left not even a lingering image. In that instant, her speed exceeded the frame rate the human eye could process.
This was the highest speed she had ever reached, clearing obstacles beforehand to reduce air resistance along her path… she was so fast that even with her dynamic vision activated, she couldn’t see her surroundings!
Therefore, she had to anticipate everything she would face before acting.
A cold light flashed by.
“BANG—”
Another loud noise echoed. The two bangs were separated by a very short interval, almost connecting into one.
It was Jiang Ke’er, who had been unable to stop and had plastered herself onto the barrier, nearly flattening her face.
“So fast,” Jing Lie sighed, kneeling on the ground.
A layer of frost gradually condensed on his lower abdomen. The frost formed a thin line that pierced through his entire left side, from front to back.
He did not bleed; the wound was instantly frozen by the extreme cold, along with his dantian.
Spiritual power carrying his life force leaked continuously from his shattered dantian. Jing Lie clutched his abdomen to slow the dissipation of his spiritual power and smiled contentedly: “Speed breaks all laws. I didn’t believe it before because they couldn’t beat me… Now I understand, it’s just that they were too slow.”
“Sigh.”
Jiang Ke’er sighed, took out the Soul-Taking Dagger, walked to Jing Lie’s side, and felt a pang of reluctance.
“Do you have any last wishes? Or words for your family? I can help you realize them,” Jiang Ke’er said.
“I only have my Master,” Jing Lie said with a look of shame.
“Unfortunately, I have disappointed him, and I have no face left to say anything to him… kill me. The Tribulation Immortal Hall does not keep trash.”
“…”
The Soul-Taking Dagger pierced Jing Lie’s consciousness.
“The Tribulation Immortal Hall is not worthy of having you,” Jiang Ke’er said, reaching out to close Jing Lie’s eyes.
“Rest assured, death is just the beginning…”
“The Underworld Province welcomes you.”
Leaving behind Jing Lie’s dead husk, Jiang Ke’er took two steps forward.
Suddenly, her vision went black, and she collapsed backward from exhaustion.
Qiao Xiaoxian caught her and held her in her arms.
“All flash and no substance.” This was her evaluation of Jiang Ke’er’s new move.
Exhausting her entire store of true qi to transform into a violent wind across the field, just to force an instant of absolute speed.
If Jing Lie hadn’t been so stubborn as to stand in the wind tunnel and clash head-on, she would have died a hundred times over.
Plus, she had flattened her nose.
If it weren’t for wanting to look cool while executing Jing Lie, and using a sliver of true qi to hold her comminuted nasal fracture in place, the scene would have been quite comical.
Accompanying Qiao Xiaoxian’s gentle infusion, Jiang Ke’er’s depleted spiritual power slowly recovered, and she hurriedly repaired her nose.
“You insolent demon! You dare to kill Jing Lie! The Tribulation Immortal Hall will never let you go!”
A roar of rage mixed with terror echoed from the distance.
If that Wasteland War Team member hadn’t been dropping his armor and fleeing in a panic toward the surrender zone while cursing, Jiang Ke’er would have respected him as a man.
Unfortunately, he cursed while running away, and his insults were extremely foul and filthy.
“My apologies.”
Just before one of his feet stepped into the surrender zone, a dagger pierced his chest. Gan Ruanruan pulled the dagger out and flung the blood off with disgust.
“Without that Dao Seat, you all are nothing.”
This was the last member of the Wasteland War Team.
Gan Ruanruan made a proud gesture: “Triple kill!”
In this match, she had stolen kills on three Wasteland War Team members while they weren’t paying attention, and she felt she had reached the peak of her badger life.
“…I was lying down so comfortably,” Jie Shui said, hands on his hips without a shred of shame. “I couldn’t catch up, and nobody paid any attention to me… it feels like it hasn’t even started, so why is it already over?”
“Two fists cannot fight four hands,” A Miao said, lacking any joy of victory and speaking with deep concern.
“The Wasteland War Team relied too much on that Dao Seat. To fight to this extent with the power of only one Dao Seat is already quite impressive… and the predicament they faced today is what we must face tomorrow. Don’t be too happy yet, Brother Shui, we are dragging the team down too much.”
Through this match, the Bagpipe Squad truly experienced the strength of a Dao Seat.
It was slightly inferior to Qiao Xiaoxian, but on par with Jiang Ke’er.
It was hard to imagine what a fight would be like with five full-strength Dao Seats.
“No need to be too anxious, just do your best,” Jiang Ke’er comforted.
“After all, we successfully kept our Assassin’s Trump Card for this time; we can catch them by surprise in the Finals.”
“Yeah!”
Jiang Ke’er looked at the crack in the sky that had still not healed, her blood, boiled by the battle, gradually cooling down.
Today’s fight felt stifling; she didn’t like group brawls, and she didn’t like bullying the weak.
This match was just an appetizer, lacking any real value. The battles that truly had meaning were ahead.
Heh, Dao Seats.
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