Before long, the group arrived at the bottom of the volcano, far beneath where the lava's surface once was. Now, it had been drained to nothing more than a tiny pool that lay at the center of the ground, restrained by so sort of Qi barrier with runic markings around it in a circular shape. Up ahead was what looked like a colossal stone gate with decorations reminiscent of ancient temples, but… there appeared to be a guard in the way.
A guard that was, quite frankly, dead. For now, anyway.
It looked to be an ancient ch of so kind, made out of a mixture of wood and tal. Its fra was quite large, about twice the height of Xuan, and was mostly humanoid in shape. Currently, it lay slumped over beside the gate, but if the group were to approach closer, there was no telling whether or not it would activate.
"Looks like this is it," the old senior said, rubbing the (fake) beard on his chin. "There is but one final challenge ahead of us."
"Where there is a guard, there is bound to be sothing it is guarding," the Chen family heir muttered poetically, flapping his fan shut and adjusting his glasses. "Allow ."
Taking the initiative, he stepped forward and raised his hand, magic book in the other. As a grimoire user, he excelled at ranged attacks and raw destructive power, especially when the target in question is immobile. Charging up his Qi, a powerful pink aura appeared around his palm as he focused his mind, and from his fingertips shot out a concentration of beautiful energy that blood like sakura flowers. It was a magnificent sight, truly, and even Zi Xiruo and Fu i found themselves impressed by the beauty of the technique for a brief mont.
That is, until it was completely neglected by the ch's tough armor.
"… Pfft." Fu i stifled her laughter, and Zi Xiruo couldn't help but join her. And honestly—who could bla them? For a technique that looked so beautiful, this performance was utterly pitiful.
The Chen family heir must've realized this as well, and after being laughed at by the only two girls of the party—and total beauties at that—he was beyond embarrassed. He was infuriated—but of course, he stayed relatively calm and composed on the surface, the smile on his face not wavering.
"Quite the tough hide you have there, hm? Well, it seems acting humble is no longer going to fly."
As if—Xuan knew full well that attack just now was one of this clown's top moves, and he had put a good amount of power behind it as well in an attempt to impress everyone watching (especially Fu i and Zi Xiruo). After all, despite being enemies, beauties were still beauties. If they wanted to continue through here, they needed to blast through this piece of junk that lay in the way of the door. Even if it was dead, it was still an obstacle.
Readying his stance, the Chen family heir prepared to fire off yet another attack—but just at that mont, the singular eye of the ch suddenly flared to life. Two spinning sawblades that lined its shoulders began rapidly cranking up, and its hands whirled around several rotations before finally adjusting themselves to the correct position.
Then, its head tilted upwards. Energy concentrated around its eye, and the next mont, a blinding disintegration ray shot out of its energized pupil.
"Wha-?!"
Thankfully, the High Elf senior's reactions were quick, and imdiately launched a wave of Qi that blasted the Chen family young master out of the way of the attack. He didn't bother being gentle; there was no ti to worry about things like that. The Chen family heir was thankful to just be alive.
"Ngh… you have my thanks… great senior…" He groaned, struggling back to his feet while the others prepared for battle.
"Save the gratitude for later—we have a killer robot to take care of!" Another young heir yelled—his na was Ming Hao, if Xuan rembered correctly. He pulled out his long spear and bravely charged towards the ch, now fully activated and towering several tis above the height of an average human.
Slamming one of its massive arms down at the ground, the ch created a quake all around it and sent Ming Hao flying off his feet. The spear wielder, however, quickly readjusted himself and stabbed the spear into the ground before spinning his body around it, evading the shaking earth and landing to the side of the ch.
"Senior!" He called out, and the High Elf gave a solemn nod.
"Let's do it."
At the sa ti, the youth drew a beautiful crescent in the air with the tip of his spear, while the elf senior sliced the air with his fingertips. A surge of fire and a blitz of lightning soared towards the ch from left and right, catching it in a beautifully-coordinated pincer attack.
… One that did absolutely nothing.
The ancient machine simply pumled the ground with its fist and generated a yellow electrostatic barrier around itself, rendering the two's attacks completely useless. The fire and lightning were absorbed harmlessly by the shield, and not only did the ch not take any damage, it seed to have converted the Qi into power for itself, and was now readying a counterattack.
'… How troubleso,' Xuan thought, narrowing his eyes. He decided it was finally ti for him to do sothing—originally, he'd wanted to just sit back and let other people do all the work so he could save his strength for the more… important things later on, but as it would seem, that wasn't going to fly here.
As the ch charged up its eye once more, this ti with more power than the last, Xuan activated his Divine Asura Eye and glared it right back.
Strength: 150,000
Defense: 150,000
Soul Strength: N/A
Soul Defense: N/A
'No Soul stats…?' Xuan furrowed his brows. 'Now this… will be a bit of a hassle.'
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