[Challenging the 74th Floor Trial in Sichuan Tower]
A duel is set between holders of the ‘Complete Strategy Layer’ regarding ‘Layer Seizure.’
Decide victory or defeat without taking each other’s lives.
If you lose, you will lose ownership of the ‘Complete Strategy Layer’ you possess.
[The current climber is not a regular entry!]
[Even if you win, you cannot gain ownership of the floor!]
[You must wager more floors you possess!]
[Do you agree?]
How long has it been since I’ve seen that?
Memories of battling over the 15th floor come freshly to mind.
Thinking back, I did crazy things for fun, claiming I would broadcast them.
Now, as a VTuber, I neither broadcast seriously nor entertain, perhaps making me a lousy VTuber coasting on experience.
“─Seems you’re reminiscing about the 15th floor?”
“Sigh.”
I was reminiscing those early days when every day was fun, but an irritating voice interrupted.
I didn’t ask for commentary, yet they volunteer something like, “I orchestrated it!”
“Who would’ve thought the ‘Iron Man who Raised South Korea’ would fall so low? But I was relieved. If that hero had been around in his right mind, even the Guardians of Korea wouldn’t have been able to pull off their antics.”
“You’re elder, so you know respect, huh?”
The former President was indeed a remarkable and excellent person who earned the title of ‘Iron Man.’
So─ was the one who killed him the person before me? As more threats emerged toward my acquaintances, memories come back.
He was truly a good person.
He tried to revive the nation, but he closed his eyes without seeing Korea become a strong nation… might he become a wandering spirit, unable to rest in peace?
The thought made me more uneasy.
A golden dragon was embroidered on his pitch-black robe, which even swallowed light.
He stood with his hands behind his back, as if expecting Wakamou’s arrival, wearing a crown as if he considered himself an emperor, making me want to punch him.
“I anticipated you aiming for the Complete Strategy Layer I gained, albeit much earlier than expected. Up to the 84th floor thereafter─ you desire it too, Idol?”
Is he testing the waters?
Is he planting bait to just understand Wakamou a bit and then back off?
Even though I once lost anticlimactically, Wakamou’s strength was steadily exposed through broadcasts, so it was wise not to underestimate him.
The stubborn old monster, with his slicked-back hair, seemed malicious from his gaze. His scanning eyes sent shivers, and seeing him sneer while looking at Xiao Liang standing behind Mei made me want to attack the elderly rather than respect them.
Though he looked like he would die of natural causes if left alone….it seemed necessary to handle his funeral personally.
“A dog that doesn’t belong is among the rulers vying in grandeur. Though I appreciated your skills, you plan to bite your master’s neck and run? Lacking discipline?”
“Life isn’t a toy, Mr. Criminal who kidnapped and gaslit at will.”
“Hmph, Idol….The world runs on the logic of power. Only the strong claim the rule of the world. What is a climber? Stronger than others! Faster than others! Higher than others! ─We are the overlords. Those with the right, with a mission to look down on those below. If anything, learning from me is a blessing.”
Crazy bastard.
Mei held back her curse.
Xiao Liang, who turned pale, was trembling, and Mei prioritizing hiding her, unable to see.
Despite vowing revenge, the violence etched in her body and the wounds carved in her memory were intimidating her over long years.
“Just as the Idol makes Believers. I only pursue the Strong Reign. Only strength is justice!! Power lies with those who are strong. Just like you!! And I will become the country’s master─ showing martial artists’ strength to those who ignore martial arts and dismiss the martial world.”
“A big dream you have.”
“Is there anyone who ascends the tower risking life without such ambition or dream? Only those who truly desire!! They are thirsty, Idol!!”
“It is said a man’s future is made by man… being a person, you make your future as you wish, so nothing to say. Ah─I’m tired. I just want VTuber life, and at this rate, I’ll become Wakamou’s black box.”
“Show me, what you couldn’t show back then!!”
“I told you I’m good at dance, not martial arts.”
Xiao Liang pushed back as Mei gently nudged her away.
She seemed to want to say something, but couldn’t utter a word, her head drooped in frustration, and her fists shook with white-knuckled grip, as if blood would seep out.
“There’s no ring out like before. Shall I see your skills?”
“Such a lengthy way to say you’ll run if scared,”
“You rascal!!”
Provoked by Mei wielding a three-section staff, Yao Fang charged with an overturned eye.
The opponent was a martial artist, and his footwork was a different level. If you consider Ava was a born Psychic,
perhaps he was the only martial artist in this world who truly knew how to wield Qi.
In that case, accusation of China’s martial arts being a scam abroad must have gnawed him.
Understanding his feelings a bit was possible. Wakamou would be furious if VTubing became a joke.
But despite that, the method was wrong.
Xu Mujon’s sword easily parried the incoming three-section staff.
The sword, composed of nothing but an ominous black sheen, was densely carved with ‘rune characters.’
Although it hadn’t cut her, Mei’s ‘Idol Flesh’ felt threatened as if it knew good things wouldn’t happen if it was cut.
Mei’s instincts were sounding alarms that getting cut would be bad.
Reattaching the severed end of the three-section staff using ‘Idol Mineral’ as Mana, she swung it to clash with the sword, and a zap!! sparked, severing the Mana from the staff.
Narrowing her eyes at the clean slice while dodging the flying sword strike, Mei jumped back.
She steadied herself, dropped to back handspringing with pure leg strength, and while maintaining eye contact with Xu Mujon, lowered her sight with the sword in her hand…
“It’s called ‘Ghost Arcana Blade.’ It’s a weapon specialized in cutting ‘Mana,’ a spirit slayer.”
“Tsk.”
If cut, healing would be impossible.
The most critical aspect of ‘Idol Flesh’ was that it used Mana to restore itself somehow.
If damaged, it’s essentially like causing bleeding levels, allowing Mana to drain.
Brandishing her pair of magnum revolvers using her ‘VTuber Asset’ skill, Mei fired off ‘Idol’s Flame.’
Demonstrating the skill to slice through the pouring flame bullets entirely, Xu Mujon not only closed the distance but with mystical footwork, he closed the gap and his sword gleamed.
A single strike─ starts to gradually extend.
Even while watching, the intricate movements continuing from shoulder to elbow and wrist were unachievable levels.
Is it the power of a ‘Skill’? Or is it the uniqueness of the ‘Qi’ ability?
As eight divided sword strikes converged simultaneously, Mei countered by replacing the parts sliced with metal, backing away without a single actual confrontation.
“Reducing damage because you can’t avoid it?”
The beheld sections turn ‘Idol Mineral,’ but the Mana wouldn’t refill the severed piece.
Therefore, the moment she released the ‘Skill,’ Mana would start leaking, dwindling from there.
“Hopefully it doesn’t end boringly!!”
The sword projected an arc, the swing lingering left a half-moon shape, and a sharp silver glow expanded in a fan shape, overshadowing Mei. Swinging the three-section staff for blocks were beaten away with the sharp sliced blades, seeing her weapon. Mei withdrew two nunchakus from the tail and fiercely swung, shattering the slashing blades.
“It’s not the Qi, it’s the item’s effect that’s annoying!”
For Wai Kamo, composed of Mana, the sword itself is critically disadvantageous.
What type of class has so many weaknesses?
Moreover, despite reaching the pinnacle of being able to visually see Mana flow, no matter how she wiped her eyes, Qi was untraceable.
Yet, seeing Xu Mujon’s surroundings’ distorting and wrinkling around the sword allowed some level of recognition.
Crack–
“As expected of you!”
Casting ‘Idol Thunder’, transforming into ‘Lightning’, Mei accelerated, and Xu Mujon not only followed but also matched her pace and started running alongside her.
“You accelerate too?!”
“A basic martial art, Idol!! Don’t think you’re the only one capable!!”
Cloaked in lightning races the Idol, Xu Mujon’s sword splits into eight, converging.
Invisible yet in martial arts novels believed to harness Sword Qi! An exclusive ‘anti-Mana’ weapon─
Wasn’t used when facing Wakamou, he didn’t even have it.
He must have acquired it as a reward from the China Tower after his defeat!!
Ka-thunk–!!
As strikes cleave the flying hair, sword marks etched on shoulder and body, Mei Shao Long Bao with cuffs equipped addressed her two hands. [Metal Gloves] enveloped her arms, and her legs wrapped in [Metal Greaves], in the midst of fervent flashes of lightning, ‘NvWa Shrine’ was cast with the speed surpassing Xu Mujon’s, offsetting him with her pace.
“Is that your ultimate technique? Impressive!!”
Keeping oscillations paired with spearlike thrusts, the ‘NvWa Shrine’ executed [Yang Family Spear Style]’s principled understanding, with two arms gripping frontal lances, dazzlingly demonstrating transformations gradually strengthened and with furious momentum, Mei started pounding Xu Mujon’s entire body.
Plunging to a no-movement zone so close your head could brush his neck─ though aiming for Mae’s jaw, Xu Mujon tried to curtail it, countered hitting with elbows, four consecutive strikes with her back spinning.
Eight converging sword strikes tangle, as if reflexed and deviating her adversary.
The Grandmaster-ranked ‘Xuliangtian Supreme Neurocompensation’ obliterates almost any attack Mei confronts in any posture.
Combined with the spirited ‘Yang Family Spear Style”s momentum and the fluid grace blended into ‘NvWa Shrine’ speed, Xu Mujon acknowledges he can’t handle such velocity and falsifys recompensing to leap backward, disengaging.
“Not using the holy sword? Being a different entity, weaker than Wakamou means being a pushover!”
“As a martial artist, if I were truly stronger, I would have wielded it.”
Anticipated, contemplating its low tier, Mei’s response prompts Xu Mujon’s face to distort, revealing a derisive laugh.
Projecting haughtiness, Mei was expelling Mana from her sheared hair.
For some, severed hair merely means cut ends, but restoring makes Mana ooze…extravagant appearances became a hindrance in return.
How does a sword split into eight and, once stepped on, seem to even shrink the surroundings…
“Too unrefined and heavy-handed….an art weapon?”
Casting brief glances at intricately but ruggedly adorned gloves and greaves, Xu Mujon questions.
─This was a [compromise] Wakamou meticulously devised.
Wakamou could create statue-like designs if provided [material]. Just adhering [metal] to leather to crudely fulfill form. Since crafted by Wakamou, naturally common-use equipment Wakamou could wield, merely rudimentary gear without attributes.
Utterly seeking durability by sticking metal, serving as mere weapon and guard.
In heart, [Prism Hardness Diamond] was preferred, but its wear hardens like an unworkable anomaly; hence, a [rare metal] likened to Mithril, known as [Moon-shaped Silver], shaped it.
‘I don’t think I can endure this. If it truly strikes with full force, I’m done for…’
Nevertheless, even against Xu Mujon’s level opponent, it was pointless.
Examining the carved sword mark, with lightning coursed, unleashing whirlwind by ‘Idol Storm’ scattered blades, Mei dashed at Xu Mujon.
“[Phantom Demon Sword]!!”
With the invocation of a [skill], the countless replicated swords multiply to a myriad, extending into thousands surging at Mei.
Even amidst, the innumerable blades compartmentalized into eight-pronged forms, accumulatively augmenting eight thousand board strokes targeted at Mei’s direction.
Even aware they were illusions, intensely felt killing intents anger Mei in icy glare, her arms spun busily.
Exterminating the surging blade waves, facing further violently intense with precise and unremitting palm, back, fingers parried incessantly from every outbreak.
Beneath the blade hallucination, arising voiceless and stealthed, the keen tip, as if a dagger, aimed between her eyebrows.
“What?!”
Surprising presence of neither sensation nor perception until immediate striking. Mei snatched with forefinger and middle finger stopping the advance.
Completely furnished with matching dagger hues, Xu Mujon encased it in overwhelming aura in hand during Mei’s catch, once again cast amidst her.
In proximity enough to blind Xiao Liang in shadowed space Maia knocked, she knew not where he beheld stubbornly shrouded sight.
Through cupped daggers escorted by snared shadows, propelling toward Xu Mujon, once infuriated as he carelessly aligned, sliced in turn with an extensively lethal sword.
The resurging wave gained height upon sliding steel clash sounded property, within the illusion hiding reality unrecognized by Mei, Xu Mujon barks.
“Feeble and ignorant!! Depending on keen perception stands out starkly!!”
Even dispersed cameras broadcast the same views.
He camouflaged within the roar of slicing waves with his presence veiled, seizing any chance to cut Mei once and for all impatiently sought.
“Whirl amidst the myriad! Sweep away under the Inferno scale, Idol!!”
Unpredictable what lies within.
Thus, one answer─!
Reacting to every visible entity!!
“Hya─yah!!”
Entangling shadows, entwined with tails, wringing the curve, transmuted the form.
Shoulders extending additional arms enfolded around shoulder blades, originally two handed, amassed [Mana] converged into [Idol Minerals], crudely sculpted blades clasped ceased.
“Wakamou Eight-Arms Style!!”
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Cull and ward off all within sight, strike and grasp forthrightly!!!
Front appearing, sides encroaching, looming behind; none dared viewed, but all prospective approaches undergo drastic pushing, revoking shadowy intrusions.
Raging turbines flew, accompanied by surges of stamina, throwing out formidable Mana, scattering widely.
Toward impeded objects amidst expansive Mana coverage, directed Wakamou’s sword. Dispensed with eight repeated parries, Xu Mujon caught aback declared astonished vista towards Mei.
That glance scrawled astonishment conceived suspension veritable breaches evident from such uncanny methods.
Ringing rings among the clash of 8 guides distinct in maneuvers, driving and compressing incessantly.
Incrementally behind ground anchored Xu Mujon recedes.
Breathing is necessary, as any organism would mandate.
Relying on again calming breath, aligned Qi and rendered energy fetched contrarily underneath, continued alongside going consistent sword riding despite overstretching Mei, overwhelmingly fierce imminent collision resisted feasibly.
As ascending Qi circulates, attempting undertones discarding himself entirely under influence. Martial artist Mei pursues each strike-etched pattern, fervor confronting obstinance conceding, claiming, seeking not true Branddom underneath remaining embers which steer one’s way unraveling depth.
It was becoming increasingly difficult.
How on earth is this possible?
The 8 arms moved like 4 people simultaneously using a combined assault and rotation tactic.
Though attached to shoulders, they flowed like water over the neck, chest, waist, and stomach, moving freely. The arm reaching down to the legs aimed at the lower part, swinging a sword, and Mujon had to hurry to fend it off even with a chill running down his spine.
Faster, faster, faster.
Using the [Substance Idol], the part holding the sword becomes tangible while the arms turn into an illusion to avoid tangling or colliding.
The rapid sword strikes turned into a rough percussion performance, a drumbeat like that of a death metal band pounding on Mujon as if singing a song.
Mei’s monstrous swordsmanship, needing no rest or breath, fought against Mujon, who countered with a single blade.
[You have acquired the Skill [Sword of the Eight-Fold Wall]!]
The momentum shifts.
The flow of air momentarily stopped around Mei, who was about to swing a sword.
Mujon’s eyes shifted after reading the flow of Mana.
“No way─or could it be─”
“Eight-Fold Wall Sword? How quaint”
“No way…!!”
Did he steal the technique he was demonstrating…?
8 swords multiplied into 64, swinging, making Mujon think he couldn’t handle it and quickly retreated.
Moreover, his sword was reaching its limit.
The blade was breaking, and cracks were forming on the sword’s body as he slammed down with all his [Mana]-enhanced strength.
Whoosh─!
Mei’s sword sliced through the unfortunate air.
‘It’s not an illusion….’
There were several chances to attack. However, the opponent was a master…..it wouldn’t be easy.
So Mei aimed for a gap, but the reaction speed of [Substance Idol] was slow.
Had she hit a limit after being revived once? Or was it the successive overloads, including fights with the Inari Fox Deity and the apostles?
If so, it might recover over time.
Initially, she struggled to catch up with the outstanding physical abilities.
But now──in a way, it was tragic.
Even after conquering the 100th floor Tower, [Substance Idol] had never been enhanced. Only Mana efficiency increased.
It was surely due to the limitation of being a [Non-combat Class].
‘Indeed, the response of the body is dull─!!’
“Wonderful, Idol!! Your existence itself proves me right!! The world is merciless!! Hence, power is right!! Setting the laws of the world straight!! Leading the world!! The only true justice and truth is 【Power】!! Human hearts, love!! All those are excuses by weaklings!! Humans became the masters of the world through thirst!! The thirst to pursue higher!!”
Mujon discarded his sword.
Strong winds began swirling around the two tightly clenched fists.
Though [Substance Idol] wouldn’t be pulled or slide, it felt like Mana was being pulled entirely.
One arm became white, the other red.
Though she thrust her sword while charging, Mei’s sword, charged with Mana, inflicted not even a scratch on the reddened arm.
Her eyes widened as the sword that hit shattered.
“The Realm of Impervious Sword─!! I’ll heighten my internal power!! Take this, Idol!!”
“It’s the Fist of the Demon King with Bare Hands and Bloody-Handed Demonic Arts!!”
Anyone who has read martial arts novels might have heard of this technique once.
Though she slashed her sword aiming for the neck at Xiao Liang’s shout, reaching out for the white arm, the sword froze and broke. When reaching for the red arm, it melted limply.
Mei thought of deflecting by crossing all her arms, but the incessant rapid strikes pushed her backward.
Though overstrained, Wakamou could clearly see the trajectory of all incoming attacks thanks to his thinking speed.
There was a struggle, but narrowly parrying and avoiding, he aimed for the weak points and stuck with powerful strikes.
Yet sluggish.
Whole body like a piece of iron.
Like a cotton soaked with water.
Like an exhausted body after a marathon.
‘[Substance Idol]’s movement isn’t keeping up with my speed!!’
“Ugh!!”
At that moment, it felt like a Formula 1 racer was suddenly riding a junk car. Superior vision and processing speed showed the way, but the body wouldn’t follow!! The engine seemed to stall!!
Damn, is [Skill] utterly broken, or what?!
Though crossing both arms and defending, the elementary force lifted Mei off the ground with the landslide.
Freezing and burning alternated, assaulting with ultra-high-speed successive strikes, proving that Mujon wasn’t really serious until now.
The harsh sound of machine-gun fire echoed as Mei helplessly got pushed back relentlessly.
Though the distance increased, the vigor unyieldingly clung to Mujon’s fist, beating Mei hard.
‘Hundred Steps Divine Fist?’
Xiao Liang wondered if she should intervene or help, looking towards the revered ancestor with anxious eyes.
The tide had turned, anyone could see. Mujon was overwhelming.
“The winner is righteous, and the loser is evil!! If this is all you can do, die here, Idol!!”
“There is no good or evil in the world!! I’m just an annoying otaku!!”
Let me show you─ the history of otakus rivaling 3,000 years of Chinese history…!!
“How could someone who hasn’t even read Fighting King Kano understand martial arts! Watch Fighting Legend from the start!!”
As Mujon turned around, sensing [killing intent] from behind, a kick struck his waist.
In the instant when invisible, transparent something’s attack unbalanced him, Mei closed the distance like lightning and struck Mujon’s face to his stomach with a flurry of punches.
The arm Mujon attempted to swing a punch with was coiled around by something and pulled.
Mei lifted the ankle with [Object Interaction], unbalancing Mujon.
Sensing the sneak attack, Mujon immediately realized there was another person and released fierce energy like a spirit.
His hand, gripped by a thunderous energy, lunged at Mei like a fierce tiger.
Mei side-stepped and dodged it.
Due to the penalty of [Substance Idol], weaving sideways with a smooth movement, Mei, casting [Weight of Faith], delivered a strong liver blow.
Impervious Sword means no different from Indestructible Vajra.
Hence the punch landed with a weight augmented to endure the recoil, and the side was dented.
“[Ten Thousand Blossoms]!”
Perhaps finding Mei closing the distance burdensome, Mujon’s concealed hidden weapons activated from his sleeve, spraying daggers.
So thin to be called Ox Hair Needles, invisible needles shot out.
The [Dalki’s Winged Garb] given by Jiang Yeoul fluttered, deflecting all those needles though Mei’s Mana rapidly depleted.
Avoiding with weaving was impossible.
Moreover, reducing the flesh’s weight to 0 with [Weight of Faith] and utilizing [Self-Awareness (隨處作主)], a skill of the winged garment, slid 1mm above the ground, and couldn’t withstand the impact, widening the distance again.
Since it’s not walking but actually flying!
Mei sprang up silently sliding, and Mujon also leaped off the ground.
Simultaneously, implementing a roundhouse kick, their legs collided, shattering Mei’s leg guards.
The opposite leg was batted away with his sole, seemingly executing Cloud-Stepping, and Mujon soared up!
“Dragon Flying to the Nine Heavens─!!”
Mei redirected the explosive palm techniques in mid-air with a circular motion, but Mujon had already discerned Mei’s movements were half a beat slow.
Acknowledging the accumulating damage to be due to the body’s unwillingness, Mujon laughed as though victorious.
Hovering above while descending, executing techniques with the descending momentum, ominous, akin to a hawk snatching its prey.
The majesty fit for someone with the title of Mujon.
From the executed palm technique, a mountain-like shadow engulfed Mei.
With the dull sound of impact released from the palm, Mei was planted into the ground.
But she doesn’t just endure.
Transparent General Yong struck with a fist, and the concealed Jiang Yeoul yanked the legs with [Object Interaction], flinging Mujon to the ground, making it seem like they collided and got tossed from a third-party perspective.
“If you deny happiness or love, then this world is darkness. Isn’t it weak to utter pretentious words as though you’re a god?”
“My punch is strong enough to reach a god. I am closest to the Martial God!”
“Are you trying to act godlike before me?”
[Substance Idol]… is slowing down.
Severe, escalating combat heightened the acuity of perception.
Crack!!
Mana leaked from Mei’s body, splitting her face as it cracked.
─Mujon was by no means as powerful as the Apostles or the Inari Fox Deity.
Fighting one-on-one against a combat-class legendary class, without relying on [Items] or [Allies], he would be outmatched in pure capability.
It’s a clear class limit.
On the other hand, enduring the disadvantage with [Talent] to that extent was an extraordinary level.
“….What you remember from life explains you. If you only remember hard, painful, embarrassing, and suffering things, it’s no use. Good things, moments you laughed, happy memories─ such things become hope for life… give you a reason to endure. Until the day I graduate as an Idol (VTuber) disappears. Then, even if you claim it doesn’t exist, it will, right?”
“If you die by my hand here, won’t it end?”
“Where does one not find a wilting flower or blooming flower!! You can’t do it, can you? I can.”
She inhaled and breathed.
“A breath for a Mana Ghost!!”
“If they hover between contenders of ruling factions!!”
A breath, inhaling, circulates life.
Creak─ Creaking sounds echoed throughout Mei’s body as if alarmed, Mujon showed dismay through his eyes.
Energy is life. What sorcery interacts with is also life.
Already learning about [Sorcery], Aoi Asuka and the skills she possesses teach the theory. Yet, they remain unusable.
Sorcery is closely related to life.
And [Professor] taught that Mana can become anything.
The [Seed] planted within Mei accelerated in growth through the skill [Idol’s Earth].
Roots infused in her body became tendons, flowers blossomed in her heart and sprang up.
Thanks to learning without ceasing from Wakamou who absorbed knowledge on flowers from the [Beekeeper].
Mana cores, akin to [Slime], formed triple-stage in the abdomen, chest, and head.
Leaves of tree roots burst through the skin, blossoming brilliant life, flowers flourishing on neck and chest.
Fulfilling with [Life] within, Wakamou’s Mana repeatedly cycled with his breath exuding life.
Seeking out what the 5 Elements of Sorcery pursue, what the natural order is.
[Idol’s Earth], [Idol’s Flame], [Idol’s Mineral], [Idol’s Wave], [Idol’s Tempest].
[Mana (Idol’s Body)] encases [Life (Nature)].
Breath imbued with wind, steps imbued with earth, movement imbued with water, heart imbued with fire, life-like sapling grows.
Indeed, it is nature itself.
[Creating a non-existent [Skill]!]
[Naming the [Skill] to suit the creator’s class!]
[Acquired Job-exclusive Skill: Breath of the VTuber!]
“Ko-oooo─!!”
Overflowing with circulating life, the [Energy] flowed through Mei’s two arms!!
“I’ll demonstrate, third-rate!! You (Demon-Sorcerer) and VTuber (Idol), are in different leagues!!”
He was outsmarted.
He endured as though driven into a corner, but all along, he was observing.
Finally mastered it!! [Energy]!! That monster!!
“Unbelievable…!”
The experienced monsterization in Russia, interchanges with other legendary classes, relentless exploration of self.
Everything Wakamou had done until now constantly compensated for the lack.
“Show me your ultimate technique!!!”
[Void Spirit Supreme Fist (虛靈太極神拳)], entangled with wind, flame, earth, foliage, and turbulent stream, condensed energy.
From the fist thrust toward the void, a [Fist Aura] was shot out in a straight line.
Struck by the raging shockwave tearing through the air, Mujon heaved blood and was driven back.
The writhing tree roots became Mei’s tendons, continually supplying life, demonstrating astonishing [Mana Manipulation] on retaining and maneuvering the [Skills] acquired as an Idol.
All but one camera and all branch bodies besides Wakamou were summoned, escalating concentration to the extreme..!!
With maximum exertion operating [Tri-brain Tactical Mode (三腦互搏)], she elevated the declining performance of [Substance Idol].
Boom!!
Mujon, unable to withstand the ferocity of relentless beatings unleashed by Mei propelled through releasing energy from his legs like a cannonball, spat blood on the ground.
“You get quite aggressive when excited, Idol”
“Excuse! Thought you hadn’t received any home training! It was matched to your level!”
“…..Exceeding expectations in martial prowess. Quite grateful. By defeating you, my Divine Fist will be perfected. See you on the 84th floor”
Recalling to leave a warning that he hadn’t gone all out just yet, Mujon vanished.
And, celebrating Mei’s victory, a long-awaited fireworks display began erupting splendidly.
“Amazing….”
An unfathomable master…..
Evolving and learning rapidly with each passing combat moment.
The sight of flowers blooming all over her body seemed almost divine, akin to a celestial fairy descending from the heavens.
Enveloped with respect and trembling with joy, Xiao Liang felt relieved to see that her ancestor was indeed special.
The comfort of knowing she had something special.
And─ affectionate love felt toward those who genuinely protect her, her family!
“What a misconception you have, Mujon”
Determining is mine.
The next meeting, Mei smiled like a golden fox, vowing to tear from the very bottom.
Understanding comes. Now visible is…[Life], [Energy]!!
A heartbeat felt anew after such a long time…though not a true heart.
“As the difficulty of the China Tower rises…more rewards…!! Truly splendid!!!”
Let me emphasize.
The China Tower offers no rewards to Wakamou.
Only delivering terrifying, savage difficulty and torment.
Meanwhile, the Korean Tower elegantly wrapped a napkin around its neck, picking up a fork and knife.
Survive, one must.
To win…!!
To prevent these mad lunatics’ recklessness, the China Tower itself was the only one standing!!
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