Capítulo 937: Chapter 342: Battle
Facing the hero’s iron fist entwined with the hurricane, the martial monk neither retreated nor dodged, rely bowing his head slightly, calmly observing the surging offensive.
It wasn’t until the girl’s fist almost touched him that he suddenly raised his hand—the large palm, like the descending heavens, blocked the towering assault.
“——!!”
The next mont, the deafening roar reverberated, the ground beneath both n cracking inch by inch, the airwave sweeping in all directions, making the spectators on the stage cry out in surprise.
Yet, at the center of this hurricane, the martial monk stood like an ancient and towering mountain, taking the hero’s punch effortlessly.
The power of this single palm was enough to turn a typical dragon beast into a pulp.
However, under the intense countershock, the girl’s body rely rippled like water, and then she was gently lifted by the strong wind, floating up to the high sky like a light feather.
“There’s still no way to surpass Master.” In the air, the hero shook her reddened fist, looking perplexed.
Even though there was no blessing of the Wind Moon Night now, thanks to her affinity with the Wind Elent, and having adjusted her weight to be light as a feather, the hero steadily hovered above the arena below, overlooking it.
Although she is a magician, she is more accustod to solving problems with her fists, even though it seems sowhat offbeat, few opponents can withstand a few punches.
But before the Master, these three moves seem to be ineffective.
“I have not been cultivating in the mountains for so long for nothing.” The martial monk chuckled softly, slowly raising his arm, pointing to the hero above, looking composed and at ease.
“Etheric body…no matter how many tis I see it, it’s an extrely outstanding ability. Given my current perception, I probably can’t harm your true self.
“However——”
“Keeping distance is useless to Master, right?” The hero also curved her mouth, similarly extending her hand, aiming it at the martial monk below.
[Martial Monk’s Skill Activation: Divine Martial Hundred Skills]
D50 50=(19)=69
[＞LV67, Martial Monk’s judgnt successful, gained effect: Divine Martial (lee restraint requirent reduced to 3 tis, attribute higher than the opponent by 2 tis grants value 50%, unaffected by any effect suppression, can ignore attribute gap for judgnt)]
[Hero’s Skill Activation: Enchanting Snake Lock (6D Charm)]
2D600=(348 105)=453
[Martial Monk’s Skill Activation: Embrace the Essence and Guard the Unity (Charm*10=640), Hero’s judgnt failed]
The two, sky and ground, simultaneously raised their arms, the martial monk spreading a single palm, covering the heavens; the hero curving three fingers like snake teeth.
In an instant, the martial monk’s presence suddenly expanded—though his physique showed no change, in the spectators’ view, his image seed to rise, a giant standing firm against the sky, silencing everyone.
Though he looked up at the hero from the ground, it was as if he were overlooking all earthly things from the clouds.
Simultaneously, the hero’s erald eyes transford into vertical snake eyes, fingers closing into a fist like a snake bite, magic power flowing from the previous touch, eroding towards the martial monk’s soul.
The martial monk’s muscles instantly tightened, his skin revealing countless impressions like snake scales, as if an invisible giant python was coiling around him, slowly tightening.
But in the next mont, like an illusion, the snake marks faded away swiftly, and the martial monk remained calm, just smiling lightly, and pressed down with his hand.
It was as if a giant extended a world-obscuring hand, pressing toward the girl in the sky.
The hero muffled a groan, slender fingers forcibly opened, her floating body plunged steeply as if struck by a mountain.
“——Do not disappoint your Master.”
The martial monk whispered softly, gazing at the falling hero.
The pale purple eyes that were always serene and comforting did not possess sharpness at this mont, yet they emitted unparalleled clarity, seemingly able to see through all reality and illusion before him.
[Martial Monk’s Skill Activation: Conquering Heart and Manifesting (prev round Great Success 30, judgnt Constitution, success grants buff: True Damage)]
D204 30=(54)=84
[Hero’s Counterattack Failed, two successive counterattacks failed, skill activation: On Light-Backlight (status reset, full baseline 0.6)]
D91 136=(58)=194
[Martial Monk’s judgnt failed]
While descending, the hero and martial monk t eyes.
A flawless brilliance leapt in her eyes, the dazzling divine light overshadowing the martial monk’s clarity, making him squint involuntarily.
“——Of course!”
The girl’s clear response echoed through the arena upon hearing the Martial Monk’s whisper.
“Ha!” The Martial Monk laughed aloud, his massive body silently disappearing from where he stood. In the next mont, he flashed before the Hero, his fist larger than the girl’s head, rcilessly aiming at her body.
Yet under the influence of the backlight, the Hero halted her decline, adjusting her posture. Her long, beautiful leg, like a supple whip, lashed fiercely at the Martial Monk’s head, driven by the gale.
[Hero activates skill:]
1~4. Prehistoric Giant Beast
5~8. Enchanting Snake Lock
9. Tuning Balance
10. Great Success/Great Failure
D10=7
♛: Enchanting Snake Lock
[Hero activates skill: Enchanting Snake Lock (6D Charm, minimum 0.6, default success)]
D480 720=(61)=781
Yet the Martial Monk paid no mind to the Hero’s counterattack, his powerful and unmatched fist charging forward, almost scattering the wind elents surrounding her.
But in the next mont, the girl’s whip leg suddenly dispersed like rain, her body passing through the fierce punch wind, drawing close to the Martial Monk.
Enveloped in a faint light, the punch wind, which could have pulverized even raindrops, completely failed to affect her movents, causing the Martial Monk’s pupils to contract slightly.
“Hehe, Master was inattentive.”
However, at such close range, the Hero couldn’t launch an effective attack under the Martial Monk’s suppression, but the girl just giggled, playfully extending her jade hand to lightly tap his bald head.
In the next instant, she once again transford into a flurry of raindrops, swept by the gale around the Martial Monk, reforming behind him.
At this mont, the smile on her face had turned stern; she extended both hands, wrists joining like the mouth of a Big Snake. In the next mont, her ten fingers clenched abruptly, firmly locking the Martial Monk’s figure in her palms.
The entire audience seed to witness countless serpent shadows materialize in the void, erald as jade or white as creamy fat, their snake bodies as soft as whips, yet as tenacious as refined steel, almost completely enveloping the Martial Monk’s body.
This should have been a scene fearful like torture, but it instead made almost everyone intoxicated.
Because the serpents’ postures were simply too magnificent and elegant, their scales as splendid as gemstones, as warm as beautiful jade—being wound by them would surely be so comfortable…
Even the Martial Monk’s movents beca stagnant, a trace of bewildernt surfacing in his eyes.
“Success—”
Excitent flashed in the Hero’s eyes.
In past sparring sessions, even when she activated the two spiritual powers of the backlight, they had no effect on her Master, always being easily suppressed, completely unable to retaliate.
This was the first ti she had moved her Master with her own charm!
Although she understood that truly subduing her Master was impossible, at least now, if her Master didn’t break free from his self-binding, he was like a lamb to the slaughter under the Enchanting Lock, essentially her victory.
But in the next instant, gazing at her Master suspended in mid-air—he could walk in the void, a skill she hadn’t learned—his silhouette filled the Hero with a chilling sensation.
[Hero activates skill: Dirty Heart Language]
Greed, brutality, evil desires…
Things she never imagined she could sense from her Master now surged like a raging tsunami, making her feel dizzy.
Goblin—no, the Goblin’s desire is sothing even more lowly and filthy.
But the feeling emanating from the Martial Monk was entirely different, like a natural high-ranking individual, disdainful of all worldly things, seizing everything like a tyrant.
This sensation, although the Hero had never truly experienced it in reality, she had felt it more than once in the past four years of stage performances.
—Dragon.
The girl’s pupils suddenly contracted, holy and pure radiance began to bloom on her body.
In the next mont—
[Special judgnt: Theater Conquest (influencing subsequent support the Hero receives, divergence 30 , 70 )]
D100=77
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