"Facing as an enemy under the night sky— gutsy or just foolish?" As the corpse dressed in night clothes gradually vanished with the fog, the familiar staircase scenery was abruptly restored before Feng Xue’s eyes.
Whether it was sheer luck or the influence of so special factor, Feng Xue’s six consecutive challenges were all won with relative ease. Shooters and snipers were completely suppressed by the Arrow Avoidance Protection, and spellcasters, faced with Feng Xue’s speed enhanced by the Complete Heaven Shifting Star Skill (introductory level), couldn’t even manage targeted casting. They were outwitted by his foggy terrain and his ability to appear and vanish like a ghost, and they went down without a fight.
Warrior types were a bit more troubleso. Despite Feng Xue’s combat power, he couldn’t take them down easily. However, as the Holy Mother slowly destroyed their weapons and armor piece by piece, the advantage of being ard against unard beca imdiately apparent.
The all-rounder types were even more disappointing than he expected; though they seed versatile in both close-quarter and ranged combat, they were good at neither. Feng Xue, using brute force to bypass their tricks, split them and their armor into two with a single swipe.
The only one that was sowhat interesting was the Assassin Guard, whose Concealing Breath was so advanced that even Feng Xue couldn’t detect it—if it wasn’t for his Golden Finger being able to see the elents.
Just like when Feng Xue traveled in the wild, he could directly observe lurking dangers through the Mosaic Sphere. In his field of vision, on a tree where no one could tell soone was hiding, a blatant [Guard] elent was shalessly displayed.
Furthermore, since the assassin had set the ho field advantage at a nocturnal jungle, Feng Xue had no choice but to give the opponent a taste of the true power of the Holy Mother.
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As Feng Xue stepped onto the stairs leading to the Eighth Layer, he suddenly felt an odd sense of confidence brimming within him, a feeling of "Huh, I’m actually pretty strong" that couldn’t help but erge.
As he reached the last step, he adjusted his ntality slightly and entered the state of Breath Concealnt.
The environnt began to shift subtly, but this ti, Feng Xue was surprised to find himself in a duel arena.
Around the spacious open ground, there stood many sturdy railings, and beyond them were layers upon layers of platforms resembling the seating of a sports stadium. There, n and won of various appearances and attire were sitting around the ring, as rigid as if they were insects trapped in amber, evoking a daunting sensation as if one were in a wax museum.
"A duel arena? Superpowers, knights, and mobs seem quite fitting."
Feng Xue pondered over the remaining three types of guards, dissatisfied as he looked up at the "fireball" hanging high in the sky, and sighed,
"Begin!"
The mont his consciousness transmitted the command, a weird figure appeared in the arena.
It wasn’t that the figure was indescribably strange, but rather—
"What kind of joke character is this?"
Though Feng Xue suspected it was a filter mishap, he couldn’t help but hurl a handful of salt at his opponent, thirty ters away—a knight clad in black heavy armor, their head completely covered by a taled helt with holes, ard with a long spear and equipped with nail head hamr and one-handed sword at the waist.
If it were just that, it wouldn’t have been a big deal. But the issue was, beneath her, straddled a towering racehorse maiden wearing only what appeared to be a waistband (a saddle?).
With her limbs planted firmly on the ground and her head held high, she was adorned with a bit and bridle on her head and a support on her back connected to the waistband for holding the long spear—presenting a sight that inevitably sparked many worthless thoughts.
Such a top-heavy and light-footed scene conveyed an extre sense of instability, yet both the large horse-girl with all four limbs on the ground and the iron-clad female knight on her back maintained a perfectly steady posture.
Seeing Feng Xue toss a packet of salt from afar, the female knight imdiately pulled on the reins. Her steed, the horse-girl, raised her head and then charged towards Feng Xue with a speed that belied her posture.
"Spin!" Feng Xue saw her opponent initiating an attack and had no ti to engage in sarcasm about the bizarre spectacle. She swung her left hand forcefully, and the salt she had thrown over ten ters traced an arc, landing steadily toward the female knight’s head.
The female knight, maintaining the balance of her long spear with one hand on the brace atop the horse-girl, picked up the one-handed sword at her waist with her left hand and swung it forcefully at the salt. As the plastic bag burst open, a spray of fine salt fluttered like catkins in the wind.
Feng Xue, well-prepared, activated her Complete Heaven Shifting Star Skill (Entry Level) and sprinted towards the female knight. As she flicked out the Sleeve Sword with her right hand, her left thumb pressed down on her index finger’s joint as if detonating an explosive.
"Gather!"
In an instant, a small clump of the salt, which had resembled a cloud of dust, suddenly ca to life as if summoned, congealing into a white needle no longer than a toothpick that shot out from the salt dust toward the holes in the knight’s visor.
Although Feng Xue’s No-thought Divine Power was still rudintary, far from being capable of imbuing her techniques with a Primordial Spirit, her technique of manipulating objects remotely had beco exceedingly skilled thanks to her long-term use of Inner Strength to carry out various Practicing Routes for creating magical cuisine.
Although using salt as a dium couldn’t inflict significant damage, as long as it could be sared on the face, even if it couldn’t cause blindness, it would at least temporarily prevent clear vision!
At this very mont, there were seven ters between them; at this very mont, the tip of the lance was five ters from Feng Xue; at this very mont, the salt needle was just 0.03 ters from the female knight’s visor.
However, just then, a sharp gaze flashed through the visor, which should have greatly restricted the field of view. The female knight cleverly lowered her head, and with a crisp sound, the salt needle shattered against the forehead of the helt. That split-second delay allowed the horse-girl to surge forward several ters.
The lance, now right in front of her!
Fog of the Battlefield!
In the blink of an eye, a dense fog spread. A cold light rose from Feng Xue’s left arm, cleaving the approaching lance in two, while simultaneously the fingers and wrist of her right hand exerted force, sending Suffocation Blade as a streak of light towards the female knight.
"Neigh neigh neigh neigh..." Carrying a semblance of anthropomorphism, the whinny of the horse-girl sounded in front of her, as the standing horse-girl, with hands like palm-leaf fans, fiercely slapped towards Feng Xue’s forehead.
Fortunately, Feng Xue was no stranger to such monster-cute scenes and, despite finding it distracting, didn’t lose focus for a second.
Ghost-like and unpredictable, she activated her move almost in the sa instant as the horse-girl’s palms descended. Yet Feng Xue did not choose to readjust her stance but instead reappeared directly beside the horse-girl.
Life-taking Sword · Unregrettable Sword.
In a mont of murderous concentration, malice boiled in Feng Xue’s eyes. With sword techniques of a blade master, she thrust her weapon into the side of the horse-girl’s belly.
Compared to the fully armored ironclad knight, the horse-girl, equipped with only a bridle and a waistband, had what could only be called scant defense. The sensation of the blade entering flesh, accompanied by spurting blood, gave way to a strong sense of impending crisis from above.
It was a Nail Head Hamr!
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