Since it's been a long time, many classmates might have forgotten, so let me save some words and explain briefly: The power between twins is interchangeable. If you level up Dragon Elephant, I level up Prajna, and then we balance it out, so both of us end up with a pretty well-rounded set of abilities.
Basically, the twins get a level or, you could say, half a surplus. When Queen Jill achieves one Dragon Power, Teacher Yang gets the strength of five Elephants. When Teacher Yang attains Spiritual Enlightenment, Queen Jill reaches the Dreamsea Remnants stage.
So, even though Teacher Yang has always been a bit stronger than the Queen, it's only a slight edge. Overall, it's like spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums—each has their own strengths and style. The Queen excels at sweeping attacks, while Teacher Yang is a master of duels. In twin battles, the Queen tends to fall behind, but as long as she doesn't get hit directly by advanced internal martial arts, which are killer moves, it's not a total loss.
But advanced internal martial arts drain a lot of mental energy, so even Teacher Yang can't just spam them.
In theory, this balance should always hold.
But now, something's changed.
In the last martial arts world, the Queen had mastered both true and false dual Dragon Power, but to save Joan, she actually cut off one herself. At the time, it didn't seem like a big deal—she figured even with just one Dragon Power, she'd be more than enough to wipe out the enemy and protect Joan. But who could've guessed this not-so-small accident would now get her roasted by that half-awake, half-dreaming troublemaker.
"Oh, come on!" Jill snapped. "I thought we agreed to share the good times and the bad, but I cut myself down and you didn't even flinch? Not a single downgrade for you? That's just cold!"
"No point arguing," Teacher Yang shrugged. "Back then, you only kept up with me because you were strong. Now that we're equally strong, beating you is a breeze." He flashed a smug 'nobody' pose with both hands, grinning in a way that was infuriating. "Forget about dignity—if I'm happy, that's all that matters."
"You..." Jill was so frustrated she didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
After being summoned across worlds by golden lightning, Teacher Yang didn’t turn into a total blockhead, but he didn’t really snap out of it either. The gentler and more reserved parts of his personality barely woke up, but his scheming and mischievous side was off the charts. His habit of bickering with himself drove Jill nuts—she was angry, helpless, and found it hilarious all at once.
But after the laughter came the urge to freak out, because if you think about it, this evil blockhead version was—telling the absolute truth!
Suddenly, Jill snatched an arrow flying straight at her face. Annoyed, she flicked her wrist, sending the arrow whizzing back the other way—"thud!"—knocking a weird-looking monster off the cliff.
The monster’s long, miserable scream marked the start of the battle. Hordes of creatures on the cliff walls howled and charged. Archers drew their bows, sharp arrows whistling through the air—deadly darts flying out of the darkness like messengers of death.
The rest, without bows, just grabbed rocks and hurled them down. These monsters—names still unknown—were short, a bit shorter than grown men, but surprisingly strong. When dozens of them tossed rocks at once, it was like a waterfall of stones crashing from above.
"Aaah—!!" The people inside the Vine Prison panicked, just as another round of cracking sounds came from the vines above. The rattan ball sank lower and lower, like it might snap and plunge everyone into the endless abyss at any moment.
Jill zipped to the top of the Vine Prison, swinging her iron chain with practiced ease. Like a python, the chain whipped and coiled, knocking arrows and rocks aside. With a flick of her arm, shards of stone rattled like hidden weapons, pelting the monsters and slowing their attack.
"Fine, I’ll play support this round—let’s just get out first!" Jill flipped her wrist, and the iron chain shot down like lightning, wrapping around Teacher Yang’s left hand. She grumbled, "But next time, when I’m back to full power, I’ll pay you back with some Iron-Gold Physique punches—then you’ll see how hard my fists really hit!"
"No problem, I won’t take advantage of you." Teacher Yang smiled at his apprentice and sidekick, saying, "Hold on tight, don’t fall!" Then, with both of them yanking their arms at once, the Vine Prison suddenly dropped with a creak. Teacher Yang shot up the Suspension Vine like lightning, vanishing into the mysterious darkness above.
"Hold on tight, don’t fall?" The people exchanged confused glances, not sure what Teacher Yang meant. But in the next instant, a huge cracking sound echoed from above, and the whole Vine Prison swung wildly.
The Vine Prison swung wildly, like a giant pendulum ride at an amusement park.
"Ah—!" Everyone clung to the vines, screaming nonstop. Standing atop the Vine Prison, Jill swung her iron chain like a shield, blocking everything. The prison rocked thirty degrees left, sixty degrees right, swaying harder and harder. The wind howled, and most people couldn’t even keep their eyes open.
The next moment, everyone felt weightless—panic surged as the Vine Prison was flung out, crashing into the cliffside.
Desperate screams echoed through the abyss.
"Aaaahhhhh—!!!!"
Boom—the Vine Prison landed, but didn’t shatter. It crashed perfectly onto the monsters’ narrow cliffside path, not too much, not too little. A few creatures were knocked into the abyss, wailing as they fell.
Everyone was still shaken, barely catching their breath, when a chorus of shouts rang out—the blue-faced, fanged monsters rushed in from both sides of the path. Their clothes were ragged, armor mismatched, and their weapons all sorts of odd junk. They looked like a ragtag mob, but their killing intent was fierce, their faces crazed, and their filthy black fangs were downright terrifying.
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Rachel Luo’s eyes narrowed; she drew her sword, ready to rush out and fight. But before she could, Jill was already outside the Vine Prison: "No need for you guys to jump in yet. Sit tight, and don’t stick your hands or feet out, or I’m not responsible for any lost limbs."
Whoosh—no exceptions, everyone pulled their hands and feet back. They were already scared of this wild card who could do anything.
The next moment, Jill gave a sly, scheming grin. Pure internal energy shot down to her feet, grounding her like a rock. She lifted her leg—and kicked the Vine Prison hard!
Boom—the Vine Prison spun wildly, like a planet hurtling through space, spinning sideways and charging ahead. It was an unstoppable wind-fire wheel, rolling forward with a cage full of people. The little monsters couldn’t stop it; with nowhere to hide on the narrow cliff path, they were knocked screaming into the abyss.
Outside the Vine Prison, Teacher Yang was like a kid spinning a top, hitting it from every angle—left palm, right kick—guiding it smoothly along the treacherous cliff path. The prison bounced and charged, teetering on the edge but somehow staying perfectly steady.
Meanwhile, inside the Vine Prison, Jill held her gun in her left hand, firing bursts of light, while her right hand easily dealt with any monsters squeezing in through the rattan gaps.
With a crack, she snapped a monster’s neck. The Dragon Elephant Extraction Technique drained all its life force in a split second, and she tossed the corpse aside. Jill marveled, "These things really are nutritious—much more packed than creatures of the same strength in other worlds."
"Of course, I’m always right." Teacher Yang did the same, extracting life force from a dozen little monsters. He didn’t keep any for himself—he sent it all to Jill: "Here, recharge. You’ve burned a lot of energy."
"Mmm, tastes pretty good. I was getting sick of those lower-grade meat pills anyway—nice to switch it up. But even though it tastes great, it’s like eating sunflower seeds: doesn’t fill you up, just makes you hungrier!" Jill grabbed monsters left and right, extracting them at high speed. "This little bit’s just not enough!—Hmm?" She cocked her ear, eyebrow raised with interest. "Sounds like there’s a big one coming."
"Definitely." Teacher Yang kicked the Vine Prison, sending it rolling into a cave. In a flash, it reached the end, broke through, and crashed to the ground.
After all that abuse, the vines couldn’t take any more. With a crash, the whole thing fell apart, collapsing into a pile of fragments with nothing left intact.
Anyone who knew their stuff would be stunned by this subtle detail: even in such chaos, Jill managed to distribute all the impact and wear evenly across the Vine Prison. This was, theoretically, the farthest it could possibly go.
But right now, nobody had the mood or attention to notice that detail. The dozen-plus people inside the Vine Prison all collapsed in a heap, limbs sprawled everywhere. Most were dizzy and weak, barely able to breathe, let alone get up.
Only the toughest Chosen Ones could react quickly.
"Boss move!" With a bang, a comic book-style nerd burst out of the fragments. Rachel Luo and the others scrambled to their feet, instantly on guard.
They looked around and realized they were in a vast underground cavern. The space was huge, with countless wooden scaffolds crisscrossing inside, and the ruins of old brick buildings faintly visible.
All around, the ant-nest-like cavern was filled with little monsters at every level. Drums thundered, torches lit up the place, and the creatures roared from every scaffold. Their fierce eyes were locked on the group, ready to tear them apart.
Even the dizzy ones scrambled to their feet—nobody dared to linger on the ground anymore.
Meanwhile, deep breaths and growls echoed from giant caves in the cliff walls. Heavy footsteps thudded closer and closer, and the little monsters near the cave mouths shrank back in fear. Clearly, something big was coming.
They could hear it, but hadn’t seen it yet—but the twins had already pieced together its size and shape from the sounds alone.
Teacher Yang got even more info—he could tell the enemy’s vitality just by listening. He pointed: "Those ones—major nutrition."
In this world, experience is never in short supply.