Chapter 145 - 145 127 Brawl

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145: Chapter 127: Brawl 145: Chapter 127: Brawl From its appearance alone, the giant fishman seemed quite ordinary. It resembled a common fishman in appearance (in human eyes), with rough and sturdy leather armor and a leather weapon belt holding several long weapons. Its calm, expressionless eyes and non-threatening gait made it hard to tell that it was a formidable foe. It moved silently, without any change in tempo from before, as if it hadn’t just completed five rapid slashes in one second. “…. multi-armed Sword Saint? One of the most difficult professions to deal with…” The Sword Saint was a path pursued by many races, but its advancement was exceedingly selective and challenging. As a trade-off, Sword Saints possessed immense combat capabilities, making them a coveted profession for many close-range fighters. However, Miss. Zhou, who was watching from the stands, didn’t seem alarmed. Instead, she seemed relieved and raised her hand, stomping her foot. “Splash!” Surrounded by the sound of waves and the echo of the river, the shattered water beast reassembled itself. The reduced Xuanwu giant turtle reemerged and immediately entangled the fishman Sword Saint, its beast and snake heads biting without hesitation. Underneath it, two smaller Xuanwu water beasts appeared and also rushed towards the fishman giant. “… It’s really not a Rule-level, scared me to death. It looks exactly like the real deal, fortunately, the aura is not fake, just fourth-tier…” If it were a true Rule-level, the Xuanwu spirit would have been completely destroyed the moment it was shattered, and its revival would be uncertain. But now, that spirit still survived, only with its elemental body shattered. It could still fight… “…Well, it’s not a fourth-tier either.” The giant didn’t even glance up at the water beasts rushing toward him. His hand remained on the sword blade. In a fraction of a second, it seemed as if he was drawing his sword, and then all that remained was a burst of water. From start to finish, he didn’t slow down nor looked down at his opponents. “It’s not an Abnormal Ability, nor is it a Mystical Technique, just ordinary sword swings? Although his aura is fourth-tier, his strength is definitely not.” The pollution contained in the weapons wasn’t enough to kill the Xuanwu spirit, so it kept resurrecting and being killed, turning into splashes of water and then reforming. During this process, the fishman Sword Saint’s pace never changed. It seemed the Xuanwu spirit’s surprise attack had been rendered nonexistent from the start. Pinned down by the Secret Realm’s rules, he had lost most of his abilities… but just his physical body and corresponding sword techniques were still enough to face any opponent. As the water sprite was shattered once again, the wind sprite’s attacks continued relentlessly. The fierce wind tried to thwart his actions, turning into corrosive wind poison when it failed to take effect. However, the outcome remained unchanged—the near-indestructible body crafted through countless trials proved too much. Even constrained by the Secret Realm’s limits, some things couldn’t be cut, such as his high-speed Abnormal Ability, combat Mystical Techniques, and core Abnormal Ability. His numerous Super weapons had all been replaced with “Ordinary Giant Swords”. “Boom!” He took another step forward, and countless sword marks appeared around him, instantly penetrating the human formation. “Retreat, retreat!” The frontline instantly crumbled as figures transformed into streaks of light, indicating just how unreliable the defenders were. As recent events had proven, when caught in the crossfire of such battles, there was a very real risk of death, so it was only natural that the experienced fighters wanted to get away. Witnessing the disorderly retreat, Miss. Zhou furrowed her brow. From her perception, those who had been “rescued” were in fact already dead just after one exchange. She could only lament at the declining quality of new soldiers these days. In her vision, the water spirit resurrected once more… or rather, as it had never had a physical form, it never truly died. As long as the river was willing to lend its elements to the spirit, its resurrection would be endless. But now the water spirit, shattered into several smaller turtles, seemed to only serve as an obstacle. Having determined that the water and wind spirits posed little threat to the invaders, Miss. Zhou sighed and began her “dance” once more. “… It seems I must concede once again. I hope that the ‘spirits’ will consider our common plight and not demand too much.” This time, she chose to resonate with the entire sky and earth as her communication target. Meanwhile, Lu Ping’an in midair breathed a sigh of relief. If even this formidable expert had no solution, then he would have to drag the figure behind him away elsewhere. However, being so conspicuous, he was most likely to be taken out first by the strongman… “Big Cat, didn’t you say that using a Powerful Abnormal Ability requires a ‘Cool Down’? Why is it happening so soon?” Currently, Lu Ping’an was enjoying the dance of the high-level dancer with great interest, even taking notes on some insights. He had glimpsed some basic dancer abilities from Hua senior sister. However, in retrospect, there appeared to be no comparison between the two, even bordering on separate species altogether. He was surprised at how the dancer ignored the “rule that the same Abnormal Ability can’t be used in succession (the more powerful the ability, the harder it is to use continuously)”. For professionals, each use of an Abnormal Ability required invoking a supernatural module, which would need a “Cool Down” period afterward. Though continuous use was possible, the ability could become uncontrollable. “She’s not using an Abnormal Ability, that’s a Professional Skill. She’s using the Prayer Spirit Dance to communicate with this city and try to harness its spirit.” Earlier, Miss. Zhou had used the Prayer Spirit Dance to communicate with the river spirits, forcefully suppressing the rising riverwater. “Does a city have spirits too?” “Of course, everything has spirits, but they don’t have wills in and of themselves. Dancers excel at gathering these unconscious spirits into a great soul through rituals or, say, summoning an enormous pollution…” According to Big Cat, awakening spirits wasn’t without drawbacks, as it entailed injury to both parties. However, Miss. Zhou appeared to have no other options under the current circumstances. [Gained a small amount of Taboo knowledge…] Upon seeing the system notification and noticing his Taboo knowledge had exceeded eight, Lu Ping’an sighed helplessly, feeling utterly hopeless. He took out his notebook and quickly recorded his newfound insights and Big Cat’s thoughts. He was only a few days away from truly obtaining the Scholar Path. The deeper he delved into the supernatural world, the more he realized how crucial it was to master “reading (inputting) pollution” and “writing (outputting) pollution,” and how special the Scholar Profession was. “After all, even in the real world, one must spend several years as a student to master basic skills before entering other professions.” Meanwhile, as Lu Ping’an guided the two strongmen in their head-on collision, outside, the situation had spiraled out of control just as many experienced fighters were forced out of the Secret Realm. “22%? What on earth did he do?!” “Lu Ping’an?!” Not just one third-tier individual was now grinding their teeth at the name atop the leaderboard. Some things couldn’t be kept hidden, especially within a Secret Realm overseen by the Lord of the Secret Realm. The rapid increase of Distorted Factors, proven to be Lu Ping’an’s doing, pushed everything further into chaos.

Chapter 145 - 145 127 Brawl

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