The Extinguisher Wu Cun!
Although this Oblivion believer had used her Oblivion Seed to once again imrse herself in studying her Benefactor's will, this ti was different from the last — this ti Wu Cun had left behind a body.
Granted, Qin Xin had stomped it beyond recognition, but as long as a body existed, a priest had the potential to resurrect its owner.
Cheng Shi wasn't sure whether he could use the Lush Horn Crown to "interrupt" the Oblivion Seed's gestation process and forcibly "revive" Wu Cun. But he'd kept the body as a contingency, stashing it in his personal space.
Of course, his original intent wasn't to weaponize it against Qin Xin. He'd been worried the brainless Extinguisher would wreak havoc again, so he'd hidden the card up his sleeve — planning to preemptively revive her at a crucial mont or when the trial reached a pivotal point, ensuring this elusive "enemy" would reappear sowhere convenient for him to deal with.
But now, the corpse's purpose had changed. It had suddenly beco Cheng Shi's weapon.
Against a warrior with blinding speed, Cheng Shi knew a priest could never go head-to-head. So in a flash of inspiration, he hurled the Extinguisher's corpse — and as it arced through the air, he reached behind his back, pulled out the Lush Horn Crown, and cast a healing spell on the soaring body.
Simultaneously, he gripped the Smog Bomb he'd had on standby, thinking: if the Oblivion gambit failed, he'd dissolve into smoke the very next instant and dodge the first wave of attack.
But to everyone's surprise, the aura of Recovery genuinely brought Wu Cun back to life. The headless corpse was mid-flight when flesh buds suddenly sprouted from its severed surfaces and dented wounds. Before long, countless threads of blood and tissue wove themselves whole, and a perfectly intact Wu Cun opened her eyes in utter bewildernt.
She'd been in the Oblivion world, contemplating rebirth. Every ti she reached a breakthrough, the Oblivion force — pushed to the extres of destruction — would grant her a true new life. In the past, each rebirth had brought a tangible sense of growth. But this ti...
Why did it stop?
And the cold-faced man in heavy armor before her — wasn't that Qin Xin?
How had he chased her into the Oblivion Seed?
No!! She'd been revived?!
The fight wasn't over?!
Wu Cun was stunned. But as a peak player who spent her days dancing at destruction's edge, her reflexes were no joke. The instant she realized she was hurtling toward Qin Xin, both hands swept outward. She vanished into Oblivion's shroud and hurled a storm of defensive items at the Mirror Person now inches away.
Boom — crash—
Explosions erupted. Streaks of light scattered in every direction. The ambush-turned-forced-engagent left neither combatant looking happy.
Wu Cun was terrified of dying again — she had no third Oblivion Seed!
Qin Xin was concerned that Cheng Shi's gambit reeked of desperation. Wasn't he afraid the Extinguisher would dedicate all of Falling Gate to Oblivion, destroying every lead?!
Of course, Qin Xin had already verified the key evidence. He'd scoured the target area in an impossibly short window, even expanding his search radius — possible only because he possessed a flawless tracking talent. And he hadn't lied to Cheng Shi: the target area held no trace of Abyss Colorful Crystal.
But his deliberate obstruction and creation of problems for Cheng Shi were also real. He had his own agenda, and this battle was one of the ans to achieve it.
He just hadn't expected that the Fate Weaver would go so far as to revive a lunatic like Wu Cun just to fight him. Was the man serious?
Cheng Shi was absolutely serious. Right now, he didn't care about trust, or the fire, or teamwork. He only needed to confirm one thing: whether his hypothesis was correct — whether the Abyss Colorful Crystal was the cause of Ti's discrepancies — whether he could find his way ho.
So he'd taken the desperate gamble and revived Wu Cun.
Of course, the ever-prudent Cheng Shi never cut off his own path. If he dared unleash an Oblivion believer at the area richest in clues, it was because he had the confidence to still find his evidence in the aftermath.
As for where that confidence ca from...
Thank the Dragon King, once again. The mory notebook he'd received granted Cheng Shi a single use of Return of the Past. So no matter how badly Falling Gate got destroyed, Cheng Shi could recover what he needed from the resurrected past. But first — Qin Xin's montum had to be checked.
So the clown moved. As Wu Cun fled, he quietly slipped on the Puppet Grip, then opened with a declaration-of-war Lightning Punishnt aid at Qin Xin.
Boom—
The howling plasma grazed Qin Xin's cheek and blasted a swath of buildings behind him into rubble. Seeing his opponent turn serious, Qin Xin's own fighting spirit surged. A crimson flash crossed his eyes. He laughed — a full, booming laugh — drew his blade, and charged.
When an imposing warrior was your ally, you could never truly feel his pressure. But when that sa warrior — encased head-to-toe in heavy armor — beca your enemy, every footfall was a micro-tremor hamring through the ground like a war drum, pounding against your heart, pulling your nerves taut, making it hard to breathe.
The pressure was overwhelming. Cheng Shi was genuinely wondering whether he could survive the first strike. As a Hero of Today, probably. But right now he was just a clown.
So the clown chose to evade — no, evade wasn't quite right. Maneuver.
Between a thunderous counterattack and Self Sin Redemption, he chose to transform into an "assassin." He slamd the Smog Bomb into the ground and — in the razor-thin instant before Qin Xin's blade tip kissed his nose — lted entirely into the smoke!
The clown didn't rush to end the fight. He had his own tests to run. For instance: was this Mirror Person truly a warrior — or a hunter disguised as one?
And was this the man others called Like A Dream?
Truthfully, Cheng Shi had wanted to test this for a long ti. He'd only held back out of respect for the Torchbearers. But this ti — right here, right now — he'd found the perfect pretext. And so, a collision of probe against probe began in earnest.
And in the very instant Cheng Shi dissolved into the smoke, the distanced Extinguisher finally realized she was no longer in a one-versus-two. She was teaming up with this smoke-wielding Investigator in a two-on-one!
But why would an Order follower need smoke cover? That was a fisherman's go-to tactic, wasn't it?
No matter. The favorable odds re-energized Wu Cun. She locked onto Qin Xin's position and quickly found her opening.
Countless threads of Oblivion force threaded precisely between the dense smoke particles, thin as razor wire, and lanced straight at the red-eyed Mirror Person!
Oblivion's thods weren't always blunt. When precision was called for, it could be surgically exact.
And so—
"All things — extinguished!"
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