Before anyone could see what happened, there was a thunderous crash—West Lake's Broken Bridge became a truly broken bridge. Sorry, Xu Xian, your strolls are officially canceled.
Another explosion, another landmark bites the dust—half of Leifeng Pagoda just collapsed, and once again, Abbot Fa Hai is nowhere to be found to save the day.
The surging white waves kept slowing down, but still rolled toward the shore, like a ki blast aimed straight at the crowd of onlookers.
"Ahhh!!" "Run for your lives!!" The crowd on the shore scattered in a frenzy. Their reaction time—from zoning out, to gawking, to running for their lives—was impressively short. Real disaster survivors have a much better sense of crisis than the clueless extras in most horror and disaster movies.
But how could ordinary humans possibly keep up with the lightning-fast pace of a top-tier Chosen One battle? In a split second, the terrifying white wave and the massive figure within it came crashing down on the crowd.
Just then—buzz!—another ripple appeared, and a huge chunk of the tidal wave vanished into thin air.
Splash! The furious aftershock hit the shore, but it was just spray now. Everyone got soaked to the bone and shivered in the December wind, but that was the worst of it. Out on the lake, a few figures were skipping across the water like human stones.
The spinning chainsaw was still sparking as Chainsaw Girl drifted dazedly to the edge of West Lake.
"Eh?! I got left behind here?!"
Chainsaw Girl shrieked, then spotted a few enemy Chosen Ones who’d also been left behind. Instantly, her excitement returned: "Phew, not bad, there are still some heads left—get ready to die!"
Splat, splat, splat—the raging chainsaw tore through bodies, bone shards and blood spraying everywhere. The chaos only made things worse, with the crowd fleeing in terror and countless cameras secretly recording every second of Chainsaw Girl’s slightly unhinged, manic grin.
Meanwhile, over on Jill Young’s side—boom!—an avalanche crashed down.
On the Antarctic ice sheet, a naked giant smashed straight through a massive iceberg. He shook his head and looked up, just in time to see Jill Young flying overhead, fist cocked and ready to strike.
The giant gritted his teeth and crossed his arms in defense.
Boom! The ice sheet shattered, the ground sank, and the ice beneath the giant’s feet cracked into a massive web. Ice shards blasted outward like a turbocharged snow blower.
The howling winds instantly froze. The giant shook out his aching hands, desperately trying to recharge his energy—without enough juice, his fighting power was shot. But then, his ankle tightened: Jill Young had him by the leg.
"Twist Force—Boudoir Trap!"
Familiar feeling, familiar scent—except the power was several times wilder than before. The Divine pumped all the absorbed storm energy into his yellow ability, his whole body suddenly blazing gold, like a living statue.
Crash, crash, crash—like a meteor shower pounding the land, Antarctica was instantly riddled with craters. The penguin colonies in the distance shrieked, bellies pressed to the ice as they fled. One unlucky enemy Chosen One, caught off guard, exploded like a tomato hit by a baseball—splat, juice everywhere.
Crackle! Yellow light was covered in cracks, and The Divine spat sparks from his mouth and nose—he was just about done for.
"Hah!" With her long hair flying, Jill Young swung the giant high overhead. Raw power built up with every spin—Boudoir Trap’s strongest blow smashed the giant straight into the unforgiving ground.
In that instant, the giant made up his mind: what’s the point of saving your trump cards if you never use them? All those treasures are for beating tough enemies—if not now, then when?
Crack! The Divine decisively crushed several storm crystals in his hand, and a wild cyclone erupted over Antarctica.
But in a flash, all the storm energy vanished—The Divine was so angry he nearly spat blood. Yet the hard ground was gone, too. His back slammed into a thick layer of water, which gurgled and absorbed the impact, so Jill Young’s strike didn’t land full force.
Meanwhile, on the Antarctic ice sheet, Rachel Luo gripped her Frostbell Sword, fighting desperately against a powerful enemy.
Her opponent was strong, wielding a curved blade with deadly intent.
The environment was lethal, too—every drop of cyclone rain froze into razor-sharp ice spikes. Countless icicles fell from the sky, slicing through everything with terrifying force.
In a split-second life-or-death moment—jingle!—the Frostbell Sword sang like a wind chime. Cold energy surged through Rachel Luo, and her Bright Jade Technique suddenly broke through to a new level. The storm above mirrored in her mind, and in that instant, she found a spark of enlightenment. The new technique, evolved by integrating the Beiming Divine Skill’s traits into Bright Jade, flashed through her thoughts, and her dantian turned into an eye of the storm, sucking in stray energy from all around.
Faster and faster, crazier and crazier, the Bright Jade energy mass grew at lightning speed. And at the very center of the storm, after intense compression, a speck of true qi formed from all that cultivated power.
Innate Lunar Frost Qi.
Buzz—an odd energy filled Rachel Luo’s whole body, and for a moment, she turned into an ice sculpture, her skin instantly transparent. Blue true qi flowed through her meridians, glowing so bright you could almost see it.
Frostbell Sword flashed cold light, and its tip stabbed straight into her enemy’s throat. Blood burst forth like fireworks, beautiful in its own way—Snowfall Sword Technique, innate sword qi!
Meanwhile, out on the Pacific, massive waves rolled in all directions. In the middle of it all, Jill Young cursed furiously: "Master Nature, you bastard, up to your old tricks again!"
Pulling off an Eight Force Fist move under such mental strain was no joke. After setting up the perfect chance to grab the giant, Jill Young ended up empty-handed—she was fuming.
The Divine was just as pissed. He’d burned through a dozen storm crystals—most of his net worth, really—just to make two rainstorms.
What am I, the world’s number two—an automatic rainmaker?!
He was mad, but the giant was no fool. Master Nature knew better than to let them rejoin the hyperspace battle, so he just wanted them to wear each other out.
Even knowing the game, once you’re in it, you have to fight for your life. Even if they wanted to call a truce, how could they trust each other? Once the suspicion chain forms, it’s a knot you can’t untie.
Whether it’s Master Nature, that woman, or himself, right now everyone’s got the same thought: "Do whatever it takes to kill both enemies at once."
"Damn it, still no signal?" The giant was getting desperate, all his tricks useless without a connection.
And over on Master Nature’s side, now that he’d started messing around, you just knew the archmage wasn’t done—he was about to unleash another combo. The giant was about to leap out of the sea when he sensed something was off. Within a 500-meter radius, the ocean suddenly went wild, gravity skewing again.
Same feeling, same vibe, but this time, the direction was way different.