Eight Blade Feet slashed down consecutively, cutting through the flesh of the Purple Fla Leopard Dragon with razor-sharp edges, carrying with them the crimson of blood as they sliced through the body.
Yet, this was rely the beginning. Under Yan Qingying's control, the Phantom Spider truly lived up to its na. Not only did it create thousands of illusions as it moved, but its attacks were just as deceptive.
The eight Blade Feet rose and fell in rapid succession, each one waving more than a dozen tis in the brief span of about one second. Together, that amounted to over a hundred cuts from the Blade Feet!
Although the Purple Fla Leopard Dragon was massive in size, the Phantom Spider was no smaller, particularly with its eight Blade Feet extended, capable of enveloping any dragon. After enduring hundreds of slashing blows, blood splattered everywhere... In an instant, the Purple Fla Leopard Dragon was dismbered in midair—it was, to put it bluntly, flayed alive!
Madness, cold-bloodedness, extre cruelty—these were the imdiate impressions of all the spectators.
In that short second, the Phantom Spider went berserk like a madman, frantically waving its Blade Feet as if slicing up a pile of rotten at, relentlessly continuing until it turned the opponent into a bloody, undistinguishable ss, not ceasing until its body beneath was sared with blackish-red blood, fine bits of flesh, and bone fragnts.
In a trance, watching Yan Qingying in the arena, Xin Yun murmured, spellbound, "Truly worthy of the na Cruel Dragon, the Demon Queen Yan Qingying. Such a nacing aura in her very first fight upon debuting. It seems... even with a rebirth, even with my joining, nothing will change."
In fact, Xin Yun knew that it had to do with the upbringing of the Demon Dragon Clan. Once they began to fight, they had to be utterly ruthless and vicious, ensuring that the opponent was undoubtedly dead before ceasing. It was better to strike an additional blow than to leave any chance of survival for the opponent...
Add to that the horrifying form of the Phantom Spider and its unique Blade Foot attack style, and so such a cruel spectacle erged. It was not that Yan Qingying wanted this; it was simply the only way.
Fortunately, Yan Qingying still rembered that it was only a challenge match, so although she had sliced the Purple Fla Leopard Dragon a thousand tis over, she did not harm the Silver-haired Chief, allowing him to fall through the air to the ground below.
Seeing the match had been decided, the instructor responsible for safety hurriedly flew on his dragon, catching the Silver-haired Chief midair, holding him in his arms. Looking over, the Silver-haired Chief, suffering from both physical and ntal blows, seed excessively frightened, his face pale and his body shaking violently, his eyes bulging near to bursting.
Silence prevailed across the entire arena, everyone keeping their mouths tightly shut, staring at Yan Qingying in shock, as if even a single breath might draw her attention, and she might bound back over and re-enact that brutal scene.
"Ah..." With a long sigh, Xin Yun helplessly closed his eyes. Yan Qingying was still Yan Qingying, as terrifying and brutal as ever. In the previous life, anyone who lost to her was essentially ruined, with most too scared to even battle others with their dragons again. The overwhelming fear had caused them to shun battle completely, their bodies trembling at the re ntion of it...
Of course, everything has its two sides. If one couldn't withstand it, they were essentially done for. But, should they actually overco it, conquer their fear, not only would they survive, their strength would greatly increase—it was a mixed blessing indeed. It was just unknown whether the Silver-haired Chief could overco his fears, hopefully not to be ruined just like that.
So might wonder, is a bit of cruelty enough to break soone? Not at all. It's more than just the thods employed. Yan Qingying was from the Spiritual System, so each attack she delivered was imbued with a ntal shock, combining with her cruel thods, enough to plant the seeds of fear in the opponent's mind.
Overcoming fear may sound simple, but in reality, it's extraordinarily difficult, almost impossible. For instance, so people are afraid of bugs, maggots, no matter how much they train, the fear remains despite knowing that these creatures are rely revolting and not destructive, yet the fear is inescapable.
Everyone has their own fears, which vary from person to person, and such fears are hard to conquer. Even if so people do overco them, it's one in ten thousand.
Sitting proudly atop the throne on the Phantom Spider, Yan Qingying's expression was incomparably cold, with her slender and beautiful legs crossed, complented by a black outfit tailored to the Phantom Spider, as cool as cool can be, downright killer.
Unfortunately for Yan Qingying, although already eleven and entering puberty, her body had barely started to develop, and her curves were far from being defined. Her face was devastatingly beautiful yet extrely cold.
Rembering Yan Qingying from his previous life, she wore a tight black dress that highlighted her exquisite curves, with a prominent bosom and a round, perky backside. But most striking were her pair of fair, smooth, and impossibly long legs, their perfect shape enough to dazzle and bewitch.
An ice-cold queen, a bewitching empress of infinite charm, a devastating beauty that ensnared the hearts of n—that was the image Yan Qingying presented to all n. Her frosty deanor only served to ignite a desire to conquer her among them, but sadly, until Xin Yun's rebirth, no man managed to do so.
Staring coldly at the thousands of students in the arena, Yan Qingying said nothing at all, her silence continuing for a little over ten seconds, then she controlled the Phantom Spider and headed toward Xin Yun and Yi Luo Xiang's direction.
Despite not uttering a word the whole ti, everyone knew what her silent ten seconds ant. Yes... it was a warning to everyone, a ssage that not everyone can be insulted with impunity. If there were any further offenders, Yan Qingying would undoubtedly employ the sa thods she had today to administer punishnt.
The first fight thus concluded. Everyone left the trendous arena in silence. Today's battle had taught them a vivid lesson—combat is not a ga; it is very cruel, even brutal! (To be continued, for further information, please visit . More chapters are available, support the author, support genuine reading!)
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