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The snake's sharp fangs scratched across her black scales, making a sound like metal clashing, but failed to break her flesh.
However, the long snake necks wrapped around her one after another, squeezing her body.
Su Cheng even heard the slight groaning sound from the bones.
She took a breath and suddenly raised her hand. Her sharp claws wrapped in dark flames tore through the dark yellow snake scales, and pieces of flesh and blood splattered before her eyes.
The snake heads howled angrily, the runes flashing in their eyes flickered rapidly, and the wounds on their necks spread in the blink of an eye.
The muscles burned by the black fire disappeared directly, leaving behind large and horrific scars around them. The air was suddenly filled with a choking burnt smell.
"you--"
The basilisk cursed in several languages, golden-orange flames flickered between the scales of its neck, and then gathered into a huge fireball in its mouth.
Su Cheng took two steps back, and while catching his breath, he began to gather his fighting spirit, and black flames gathered in his hands.
The next second, a stream of bright golden-orange fire gushed out like molten lava and hit the sharp blade formed by black flames.
The two forces collided violently, and there was a real wave rolling like a tide, and layers of protective barriers emerged in the air.
The barriers that were shining with runes began to hum at a high frequency, and began to crumble from the outermost layer, turning into tiny points of light.
Under this powerful impact, the defensive magic arrays in the office began to disappear layer by layer.
Then the two fought again.
Fighting spirits shot across the room, cutting the bookshelves on the wall in half. Countless precious books flew into the air, and the papers were like fallen dead leaves.
The crystal vessel shattered with a loud noise, and colorful smoke rose into the air.
The cauldron that was boiling souls was overturned, and the dark potion spilled onto the ground, still bubbling. The obsidian floor tiles sizzled and were corroded with pits.
The entire office was in chaos, with roars and shouts, mixed with the hum of protective barriers shaking and collapsing, as well as the sounds of burning books and shattering containers. The smell of burning and acid mist filled the air.
"What a show."
Along with a cold and low voice, several flashing runes appeared in the air, and the roaring basilisk was under heavy pressure, and all seven heads fell to the ground.
He struggled twice, and his body quickly returned to human form.
Su Cheng was held down by the shoulders.
"...My Lords, with your strength and status, you're fighting like wild pigs in the mud. Don't you find it embarrassing?!"
She turned around and saw the silver-haired man with an angry face.
Hurwitz appeared at some point, and was looking at the messy office with a frown, like a class teacher looking at students fighting.
In a sense, he is indeed her teacher.
Su Cheng took a deep breath, and the fine scales on his face faded a little. He finally found his voice again, "He started it first."
Perhaps because she seemed calm, Hurwitz let her go. "...Then the subject of the previous sentence is singular."
He looked coldly at the brown-haired man lying on the ground in front of him. "Do you have to do this every time a Blessed One enters Highgarden?"
Su Cheng: “?”
It turns out he is a habitual offender.
Volley took a few deep breaths, raised his hands to prop himself up, and touched the remaining wound on his neck. "I just want to help—"
Su Cheng rolled his eyes vigorously and said, "Can you help me put it in the pot and cook it?"
Hurwitz didn't miss her expression. "Let's go."
He obviously knew who was at fault, but he didn't intend to blame them here. After all, he was not Wole's real boss.
The scales on Su Cheng's body gradually faded away. As soon as the two of them went out, she took out new clothes from her bracelet.
"Has he always been like this?" she couldn't help asking, "Has he ever hit Lord Lu Xia?"
Hurwitz looked at her in surprise.
It seemed as if she hadn't expected that name to come out of her mouth.
Hurwitz: "I thought you were going to stay in the tower for the next few months."
Su Cheng blinked. "That's basically it, but even so, I might not be able to see Lu Xia, right?"
The silver-haired man's eyes showed clear sarcasm. "I don't think that kind of person would take the initiative to step into the Tower of All Knowledge."
Su Cheng hesitated to speak.
"To answer your question again, no," Hurwitz said calmly, "Mr. Lu Xia hasn't had any contact with Volley, but he doesn't have similar experiences. Volley is only interested in those with great power."
Su Cheng: "...Do you have any conflicts with Lu Xia, or do you simply look down on him? Because of his background?"
"Sir," Hurwitz said calmly, "I've never asked about your background, and I don't want to know, because it won't sway my opinion of you. You are a determined and independent person. You know exactly what you want and won't be swayed by other people's opinions."
Su Cheng held his forehead with his hand, "I understand, you think he cares a lot about what others think."
"Besides," Hurwitz added coldly, "it's rare to see a God-favored person in such a predicament."
"Embarrassed?" Su Cheng understood. "You mean he's wanted and on the run? So this sentence can be translated as you think he's not strong enough, right?"
He glanced at her and asked, "You have a crush on him?"
Su Cheng: "...Yeah, what's the problem? Do I have to agree with you and say he's weak? Is it possible that your standards are just too high?"
"Oh?" The silver-haired man raised his eyebrows slightly. "So, may I know if he won your favor because of his great strength?"
Su Cheng sighed, "That's different."
"It's indeed different, but whether you are moved by his appearance or feel sorry for him——"
He said calmly, "I'm not you. I have similar views on most people, and he's just one of them. But out of my duty, I will teach him if necessary, but that doesn't mean I'm willing to have too much contact with this person."
"Okay," Su Cheng stopped worrying, "You can do whatever you want, but I like him very much, and that won't change because of your attitude."
Hurwitz, on the other hand, showed some appreciation. "Very good, follow me."
As they were talking, they left the tower, walked through several corridors, and entered a wider corridor supported by towering obsidian pillars.
The huge diamond-shaped windows were inlaid with dark blue crystals, filtering the skylight into a cold color, and the surroundings became increasingly quiet.
There are fewer and fewer clergymen around.
When they entered an empty hall, Hurwitz casually took off his cloak embroidered with gold and silver threads.
His shirt was made of luxurious fabric and had dark patterns on it, while his sturdy figure showed off his broad shoulders and narrow waist.
There were several servants in light armor nearby, and one of them stepped forward holding a weapon.
Hurwitz picked up a slender and elegant rapier, the guard of which was wrapped with silver-white thorn carvings, and the blade flowed with a cold mercury-like light.
Another servant also came over.
Su Cheng took the sword from her.
The guard of this rapier is in the shape of a winding vine, and the whole is tungsten steel color, almost disappearing in the dim environment.
She casually swung her sword in a flower shape, and the sharp blade emitted a cold and sharp black gold edge.
"His Majesty the Dark God wants me to guide you—"
Hurwitz stared at her intently, a hint of interest in his blue-green eyes.
"Let me see your weight."
"Um?"
Su Cheng was a little surprised, "Your Majesty the Dark God knows me?"
She thought about it but still didn't ask why I didn't come to see me. Maybe her importance was still very limited, or maybe he was busy with other things.
Su Cheng blinked. "Only a comparison of skills? Is fighting spirit still necessary? What about magic?"
Hurwitz shook his head slightly. "As you please. There are no restrictions here."
Su Cheng saw envy in the eyes of those servants. It seemed that they all wanted to come up and replace him.
Su Cheng: "...I thought you only taught internal personnel." "No," Hurwitz said without any impatience, "I have resigned as the commander of the Northern Continent garrison. Now I am just one of the guardian knights of the High Court. Although I will become the supreme mentor of the Knights next year, that is also the order of His Majesty the Dark God. My work is based solely on His requirements."
Su Cheng nodded.
Two rapiers, as if forged by moonlight, met in mid-air.
The silence was broken.
The servants all looked surprised.
——The position and angle of the two rapiers, and even the rhythm of the two people's steps, are about 70% similar.
Even the subtle changes in the shoulders and elbows when adjusting the center of gravity are very similar.
There were no provocative words or powerful shouts. Their confrontation was silent and swift, the cold sword tips like the tongues of snakes.
Straight and sharp silver lines flashed in the air, carrying deadly murderous intent and embodying a kind of precision that had been honed through thousands of trials and tribulations.
Su Cheng raised his sword with his backhand, and the tip of his sword hit the center of the opponent's sword spine. The crisp collision sound echoed in the hall, and the lingering sound was continuously amplified by the cold stone wall.
Hurwitz finally showed some surprise.
He did not underestimate his opponent, so it was not surprising that she was able to take his challenge.
However--
Some of the moves and habits seemed so familiar that he couldn't explain them as coincidence.
The resounding sound of the first strike had not yet subsided when the slid sword blade attacked again. A series of silver lights exploded like rain, and the shining light threads were as dense as a waterfall.
Su Cheng suppressed his instinct to teleport away and accepted it.
Amidst a series of rapid collisions like hail falling to the ground, the dark sword blade swirled in front of her, as if weaving a net.
Point, entangle, lead, and unload - each collision dissipates the opponent's strength.
The two men moved forward and backward on the field, as if performing a tacit dance. The tiny points of light that burst out from the collision of swords were like countless cold sparks.
Before they knew it, they had exchanged dozens of moves against each other.
Suddenly, the silver-haired man's aura soared, and the sharp blade tore through space like thunder, and the tip of the sword turned into a dazzling spot as thin as a needle.
Amidst the shrill whistling sound that split the air, the speed and power of that attack seemed to have reached the extreme, as if it was going to pierce through the entire palace.
For the first time, Su Cheng lost control and used his fighting spirit.
The black fire burning on the blade hissed and rolled into the stabbing blade.
The elegant rapier shattered in an instant.
Su Cheng: “…”
It turns out that he has no fighting spirit.
Su Cheng was about to say something when he suddenly caught sight of a tall figure beside him.
There was a man with short red hair standing next to a stone pillar with his arms folded, while the other servants stood far away from him.
He was tall and sturdy, wearing a half-armored battle robe, with most of his face covered by a metal mask, making him look very ferocious.
The man frowned tightly, looking very unhappy. His deep-set eyes were full of impatience and a hint of tyranny.
Su Cheng turned his head to take a look and almost thought that he was going to come up and chop someone.
Hurwitz casually tossed the sword to the attendant and said, "I would like to introduce my successor, Lord Salon, the current commander of the Knights of the Northern Continent's Central District and champion of the Grey Scar Guard."
The red-haired man didn't seem to want to engage in friendly conversation. "...The matter of Iron Cage Town, those who deserved punishment or death, has been resolved, if you want to know."
Su Cheng blinked. "This is an internal matter of your secret sect. Even if you have to explain something, it should be to the survivors of Iron Cage Town. It has nothing to do with me."
Salon sneered, "Isn't that already the territory of the Holy See?"
After he finished speaking, he didn't wait for her reply anymore, but just looked at Hurwitz, "Sir, I have something to tell you."
"Please wait a moment," the silver-haired man said calmly, then turned to Su Cheng, "Have you ever lived in Miserlos before?"
Su Cheng: "...I have indeed been there."
Hurwitz looked at her thoughtfully. "I've had several sword teachers. I assume some of them taught you, too?"
Su Cheng thought to himself, I can't say you taught me, "Yes, but I don't really want to talk about my past——"
"That goes without saying." Hurwitz said without further ado, "Have you been studying ancient magic lately? Your body isn't in peak condition. Rest for a few days. Perhaps I can teach you some combat techniques that can be combined with magic."
After saying that, he left.
Su Cheng still had a lot of questions, but she didn't want to go to the Tower of All Knowledge again in the short term.
Lu Xia went to prepare for the ceremony again.
She wanted to find a place to study magic, but was afraid that it would consume too much energy. After much thought, she decided to use some spells that could quickly heal.
Su Cheng left Gaoting and was not stopped by anyone on the way. Feeling that some kind of restriction had been lifted, he was teleported directly to the seaside.
That evening, she arrived at Weifeng City in the Chiyang Empire, a coastal city on the edge of the southern continent.
The night market had just begun, the crowds on the commercial street were surging and chaotic, and the huge colorful canvas roofs were like waves.
The setting sun shone through the gaps between the sheds, casting mottled light and shadows on the ground crowded with humans and fishmen.
Those fishmen have different appearances, some have scales, some have exposed dorsal fins, but they all have two legs - those with fish tails will not come ashore easily.
The air is filled with complex smells. The freshly caught fish and shrimps on the stalls exude a fishy and salty smell, which permeates the oily aroma of grilled and fried fish. The ground is piled with hills of peppers and spices, as well as colorful sweet fruits.
The cries of vendors can be heard one after another, the bells on the stalls and carts jingle and sway, and the local residents bargain skillfully.
Su Cheng was pushed forward by the crowd.
Her eyes quickly swept across the stalls, seeing some low-quality pearl jewelry, rough and brightly colored pottery, and various handicrafts.
Suddenly, she felt something was wrong.
The world before my eyes seemed to shake.
Su Cheng felt the mark on his eye was burning.
...illusion?
Someone used an illusion.
She may not be the one chosen by the other party, or this force may act on the group, and she is also in it.
She looked around and saw several paladins in white armor, who were squeezing into the crowd and searching for something.
——Probably a fugitive who uses illusion.
Su Cheng had no intention of intervening in this matter whose cause and effect were unknown, so he just watched silently from the side.
The person being chased had apparently used illusion to hide his whereabouts.
The paladins searched for a long time but couldn't find it. One of them frowned and suddenly released his mental power.
A heavy pressure swept in all directions.
The people in the market place cried out in shock and fell to the ground.
They had almost no choice but to be crushed by the terrifying force, falling to the ground from the inside out.
Su Cheng stood there in surprise.
She turned her head and looked at the paladins across a pile of collapsed vendors and tourists.
Su Cheng: "... To be honest, I can pretend to fall to the ground, but I really don't want to do that."
The paladins looked at her suspiciously.
"We're pursuing the remnants of the Jingyin Society," the leading Paladin said coldly. "We can locate them within a certain range through divine magic... You're very suspicious."
Su Cheng couldn't help but roll his eyes at him. "I said I was also pursuing the people from Jingyin Society. I think you are also suspicious."
She didn't want to waste time with this group of people.
The leading paladin drew his sword, called upon the God of Light, released a prayer, and set golden flames ablaze on the blade.
This was the first time Su Cheng used the power bestowed by the God of Illusion.
The expressions of those paladins changed, and then they jumped up one after another, leaped onto the rooftop dozens of meters away, and then chased the non-existent figure away.
That was an illusion she created.
Su Cheng also used his mental power to search around, but did not find any suspicious people nearby.
She thought that the members of Jingyin Society had probably run away long ago.
The initial illusion was more like a bait to lure the tiger away from the mountain.
To be fair, she had no good feelings towards this organization and had no desire to help their people.
But those Paladins were also annoying.
But since they have some way to locate the target, it shouldn't have any impact.
There was already quite a commotion here, so she slipped directly to the next street. After taking a look at a few stalls, she was suddenly stunned.
At a small stall filled with flowers in front, a familiar figure stood in front of the fiery hibiscus flowers, looking over thoughtfully.
He was tall, with a well-proportioned and handsome figure, and his light blond hair was like washed morning light, casually scattered around his waist.
That face.
——She once spilled a drink because of that face, and also left a kiss mark on a snowy night.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment.
Su Cheng used the power of the phantom god again, trying to make sure that this was not an illusion.
The answer was what she wanted.
She met Ian over a thousand years ago.
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