Chapter 282

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Chapter 282: The Woman Who Lives Forever in Lines

"Ouch, be gentle… it hurts."

"You were struck through the heart, it’s a wonder you didn’t die."

"I passed away, but I didn’t fully die."

"Since you are not dead, then got up to watch the match. Yun Chuyou and the Dragonborn you faced had an intense fight."

"Oh?" Chi Xuan sat up, "There’s more to this? There’s actually an overtime?"

"Who do you think will win?"

"Yun Chuyou, she can defeat anyone, no matter who the opponent is," Chi Xuan said decisively.

"Didn’t you also get defeated in an instant?"

"I made a mistake, I didn’t fully unleash my power, my wild instincts took over, naturally, I lost the match. But with this lesson, I will remember for next time. However, this Yun Chuyou is different. Even if I unleash my power, I will still be defeated instantly."

"But they have been playing together for almost a minute now."

"Because she hadn’t fully committed yet."

"They’ve been arguing for a minute and she still hasn’t fully committed? She really knows how to talk back."

"You’d better not believe it," Chi Xuan narrowed his eyes. "At most thirty seconds, it should be over… I have personally witnessed the power of her sword."

"I’ve seen better, but you’re still alive and speaking, it seems."

"Indeed, there is a difference," Chi Xuan stroked his chin. "It’s difficult for me to explain the exact experience to you, but overall, her sword is…" Hindered by his limited vocabulary, he struggled for a while under the gaze of his companions before squeezing out an adjective, "heavy."

…

Michelle’s straightforward provocation didn’t make Yun Chuyou’s heart beat faster, not even a single beat.

She withdrew the sword rain because she realized that this range of attack would not harm her opponent.

So there was only one conclusion, to keep drawing the sword.

Bai Yujing and Shushan Sword Sect were different. They were not known for their swordsmanship, but for their expertise in various immortal spells. It could be said that they were masters of all kinds of magical arts. However, Yun Chuyou was a rare sword cultivator who excelled in swordsmanship. Although she also knew other types of immortal spells, she had spent so much time swinging her sword that she had become lazy to use her brain. The more she swung her sword, the less she thought about studying complex immortal spells.

Because the path of the sword had reached its pinnacle, everything in the world became a matter of a single sword. Grudges, love, and hatred could be severed, as well as power and status. Even the shackles of one’s realm could be cut.

In the palm of their hands, there was a weapon named ‘Moonheart’. It wasn’t an ancient sword, but one of a pair of immortal swords their parents forged when they were born, personally crafting them.

After many years of cultivation, the once ordinary spiritual sword has now ascended to the ranks of immortal swords.

Yun Chuyou, previously standing on her tiptoes with a significant portion of her weight lifted, now gently lowers her heels to the ground.

In the duel, where she had always remained silent, she spoke for the first time.

"You can go now."

Yun Chuyou, having failed to achieve any results with two consecutive strikes, decided to let her opponent make a move. However, her confidence in doing so might have been a bit overestimated. Everyone knew that Yun Chuyou’s swordsmanship was unmatched, but when it came to defense, it was not necessarily the same.

Michelle was surprised to see that she showed no signs of being provoked. Instead, it made her even more cautious.

"Mr. Devil, she doesn’t seem unpleasant at first glance, how did you become enemies with her."

"Why are you talking about this now?"

"I’m just curious," Michelle thought to herself, "How can I win?"

"Relax your mind," Bai Wei said. "From now on, I will directly utilize your body, but the control still remains in your hands. During this process, you will absorb a portion of my knowledge and ways to wield power. So, remember, never let your guard down… If your fighting spirit is not strong enough, and your focus not concentrated, you won’t be able to keep up with my pace."

Michelle’s lips curled upward, without hesitation, she said, "Please begin, I am ready."

In the next moment, she felt a certain presence merge into her body. It was obviously not her own spirit, but there was a sensation of wearing armor. It seemed like her senses extended beyond the outer layer of her skin, as if her entire body was being caressed and touched. There was a fleeting moment of shyness, but she demanded herself to immediately restrain all alluring thoughts, focus her mind, and then learn and catch up.

The transformation had begun: Blood Rush, first level… second level… third level!

In an instant, Michelle climbed to the third level of Blood Rush. This stage posed a great burden on the Dragonborn, but Michelle’s talent was very special. She was a witch with an immensely vast spiritual ocean, capable of accommodating Bai Wei and counteracting the side effects of bloodline refinement. Moreover, with Bai Wei by her side, these side effects could be completely disregarded this time. The instantly refined dragon blood had already reached the level of an advanced dragon breed.

The Dragon Maiden lowered her Golden City Shield. As the golden light descended, in that instant, the gleaming of swords was already chasing after her. Ten graceful sword glimmers, like swallows chasing one another, swiftly aimed for her vulnerable spots.

She didn’t need any defense at all. The Dragon’s Blood Qi surged, and the enhancement from the third level of Blood Rush caused the Qi to transform into a deep red color. Patterns of enhanced Dragon’s Blood Qi appeared on her skin, almost crystallizing her magical energy into scales. As the sword glimmers approached, they were instantly deflected, and the scorching Dragon’s Blood even evaporated the frost on the ground.

The arena immediately presented two distinct tones – one side deep red, the other side frosty white.

With feet firmly planted, the elongated silhouette of the deep red figure dashed towards Yun Chuyou, closing in on her within a mere three feet distance for the first time in the history of the Ming Country’s immortal realm.

The sparkling and translucent frost coalesced into a sharp sword, forming an unbreakable sword formation that stood in front, blocking the oncoming charge. She braced against the force, gracefully sliding backward, her feet lightly touching the ground like a drifting dandelion seed. It was clear that she had been pushed back, but everyone believed she still possessed the ability to defend herself with utmost vigilance. In truth, the Dragonborn’s punches and kicks were unable to break through her defense.

"Is the attack power not enough?"

"No," said the Earth Dragon Monk, widening his eyes, staring without blinking. "I remember this technique. It’s about stacking and charging power."

She once again stepped back, but her landing path was exposed. The Dragonborn’s speed surged to an unprecedented level, instantly closing in, launching an attack from behind.

"Rise," Yun Chuyou calmly uttered the words. Everywhere her footsteps had touched before now bloomed with icy hues, forming a perfect formation of enchanting cold. The temperature plummeted, freezing and chilling, as a small icy mountain emerged in the center of the arena.

The deep red figure was engulfed by the icy mountain, instantly immobilized.

Yun Chuyou was about to bring her sword down to finish when suddenly a crack appeared on the icy mountain. Her eyes narrowed, and she immediately stepped back.

In the next moment, the icy mountain shattered, unleashing the Dragonborn’s accumulated power in a wild surge. The force was so strong that it shattered the ice mountain directly, while the remaining energy tore through Yun Chuyou’s sword barrier, leaving a scorch mark beneath her sleeve.

"Yun Chuyou got hurt when she came down the mountain…"

"How did he manage to do this?"

"Can brute force tear apart formations? Dragonborn is so powerful!"

"Ahem, let me explain. We Dragonborn are not like that, it’s really impossible."

In the audience stands, there was a collective gasp, followed by joyful cheers.

The vice principal asked his friend, "Have you ever witnessed it?"

The Earth Dragon Monk shook his head and said, "No, but I have read about it in ancient texts. It is a unique form of magic compression, where multiple layers of magic are condensed during an attack. Once a specific number of stacked strikes is reached, it can unleash instant and devastating destructive power."

"How could a human body possibly withstand it?"

The Earth Dragon Monk exclaimed with envy, "Unable to withstand it, only those with ancient dragon bloodline can accomplish such feats. The Comet Dragon, in particular, excels at compressing and releasing magic, using it to propel itself through the sky."

"No, she isn’t," Sasha denied. "Although she isn’t, through her unique skills, she can also enhance the intensity of her bloodline and physical strength… The move she just performed wasn’t simply magic compression; its specific name is Comet Fist."

"Comet Fist? Was that the move she just used?!" The Earth Dragon Monk exclaimed, suddenly rising to his feet.

"Is she famous?" Vice Principal Florence asked, puzzled.

"This is one of the extraordinary skills that Princess Liliana has mastered…"

The vice principal shook her head, indicating that she hadn’t heard of it before.

"It’s quite normal," Liliana, who has mastered over a hundred extraordinary skills, reassured. Sasha maintained a neutral expression.

"Even so, it is not something that anyone can learn. Only fifteen types have been passed down. This is a completely new category, harnessing the power of meteor showers and unleashing the energy of comets," exclaimed the Earth Dragon Monk. "Could it be that Miss Michelle is the legendary Ancient Dragon Priestess that we have been tirelessly searching for?"

Sasha paid no attention to the Earth Dragon Monk. This group of creatures yearned for dragons in a frenzy, longing to return to the ancient mysteries and even creating a belief in dragon worship.

She couldn’t understand Michelle anymore. Now she possessed the Golden Engraving and mastered Liliana’s techniques. It was all too contradictory.

She either possesses the inheritance of the imperial royal family or the inheritance of Liliana, but never both at the same time.

In her mind, a fleeting and distant memory emerged, and every now and then, she would ponder upon the possibility.

"There is absolutely no way," she whispered, denying, "It’s too absurd."

How could Liliana ever be involved with the emperor? How could she possibly pursue the mysteries of gold?