Chapter 1 reveals that he wants her to die here.
"Prepare for Level 1 combat formation."
Faced with the unusual fluctuations in the beast tide, Chu Jue, the commander-in-chief of this battle, weighed the situation and issued orders.
With no time to review the reports on the military command channel, Chu Jue focused entirely on tracking the target. This S-class beast was attempting to conceal itself within the beast horde, thus masking its special nature.
The highest level of beast tides humans had encountered before was A-level, and the appearance of this S-level beast means that they have evolved once again.
There's no time left.
The strength of S-class alien beasts is currently unknown, but the A-class alien beasts before them were already troublesome enough.
Currently, the average mental strength of Imperial warriors is A or A+, and S-level is extremely rare. There is only one super S-level like Chu Jue.
It's not hard to imagine that if these alien beasts continue to evolve in this way, they will eventually surpass humans.
If the alien beasts surpass humans... the situation will become extremely precarious.
The command was issued. Chu Jue made a decisive decision and piloted his mech into action.
The afterimages in the void reflected the starlight, and the mecha and the user's spiritual power merged into one.
Perhaps the sudden attack caught the beast off guard, allowing Chu Jue to easily seize the initiative.
After several rounds, the S-class beast was severely injured and no longer cared about concealing itself, stumbling and hiding towards the edge.
—We cannot miss this opportunity, otherwise it will only be more difficult to capture them in the future.
Chu Jue pressed his advantage, using his mental power to amplify the light cannon and bombard the area where the alien beast was.
The battlefield was bombarded by successive bursts of light and flame, and the immense spiritual power tore at the bodies of the alien beasts.
A hole was blasted in its very center, and its body gradually swayed, its movements slowing down considerably, as if it were making a futile struggle before its death.
Chu Jue, however, sensed something was amiss from its strange movements.
Something's not right.
We shouldn't do it so easily.
Having been tempered on the battlefield several times, rich combat experience was etched into Chu Jue's mind like an instinct.
She subconsciously sensed something was wrong, but couldn't make a precise judgment from the beast's movements. She immediately used her mental power to retreat with the mecha.
But the strange beast, contrary to its usual behavior, dragged its injured body and chased after them, and Chu's resolve tightened.
The beast then demonstrated its "abnormality" through its actions—
This beast was able to self-destruct while preserving its own life.
Even though they had dodged in advance, the beast had intentionally closed the distance beforehand.
Chu Jue heard a loud bang, and the hollow body of the strange beast burst open. A huge amount of spiritual energy formed a vortex under the blurry flesh, almost devouring everything.
In this perilous situation, Chu Jue's adrenaline surged as he struggled to remain rational and analyze ways to survive.
Countless possibilities surged forth in an instant, and Chu Jue focused his gaze on the interstellar wormholes randomly generated by the explosion—
This may be the only option that creates "vitality" at present.
There was no time for her to think things through; Chu Jue maneuvered his mech into the wormhole.
Her gaze swept over the monster with its flesh torn apart, and seeing that its spiritual core, which it was desperately trying to hide, was weak, she released her lightsaber and hurled it at it without hesitation.
The vital spiritual core, as crucial as the beast's lifeline, was precisely pierced, and brownish-red viscous fluid splattered from the beast's body. It visibly rotted and decayed, completely losing its vital signs.
The explosions continued, their flesh and core transforming into fireworks, like a farewell gift to Chu Jue, dazzling and brilliant amidst the bloodshed.
Very well, she has avenged herself no matter what... Her future is uncertain, but at least even if she might die, she did not let her damned enemy go.
Dominated by the unknown, Chu Jue secretly thought that if she still had a chance to live, she would definitely tear the entire alien beast race apart.
No one knows what space lies behind the wormhole, making it the most unpredictable and inferior choice in the battle.
But facing a life-or-death situation, she had no choice but to take a gamble and try to find a glimmer of hope.
Chu Jue felt as if his body was being rebuilt, and gradually lost all senses, slowly losing consciousness.
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At the same time, on T11 Street in Zone A of Yanling, several men were confronting a dog.
"Why have you beasts taken over the sacred land of the Spirit District? You're just a dog, full of filth."
The man in the lead spoke with disdain and acted frivolously, completely disregarding the large white dog baring its teeth at him.
The other men quickly chimed in, "That's right, they're beasts but they don't act like beasts."
"Alright." The flippant man gathered his spiritual energy towards the dog's head, intending to deliver a fatal blow. "Let me handle this today—"
Before the words were finished, a loud "bang" was heard, and something heavy crashed down at close range. Dust was kicked up by the impact, and a layer of "white mist" covered the eyes of everyone present.
"Pfft, ptooey—" His starting stance was interrupted, and the frivolous man was caught off guard and swallowed a handful of sand while he was talking.
After spitting a few times, with the lingering taste of fresh dust still in his mouth, he couldn't help but curse, "What the hell?"
The other men also waved their hands, trying to fan away the dust. For a moment, no one dared to open their mouths and make a sound, for fear of receiving the same treatment as the frivolous man.
After the dust settled, the group's gazes involuntarily turned toward the direction from which the loud noise had occurred. Although it was not far away, they could only see a strange, dark mass.
It was described as dark, yet it also had a somewhat colorful appearance...
What is this? An alien collision with Earth? A meteorite?
The "meteorite" trembled, and like an old television set losing signal, the snowflake-like black and white colors gradually melted away, revealing the "core" deeper inside the "inner shell".
The "core" was long and slowly sat up from the ground.
The strip-shaped unidentified creature was also entirely black, its body seemingly blurred and censored, making it difficult to discern any information about itself.
"Holy shit!"
Taking advantage of the frivolous man's momentary lapse in attention, the large white dog bit his leg. The dog's bite was infused with spiritual energy, easily breaching the frivolous man's thigh defenses.
He grabbed the dog that was trying to attack again, but he didn't expect the dog to be stronger than him. In the blink of an eye, he was bitten a few more times.
Seeing this, the other men rushed over to help hold down the big dog, but then there was another commotion on the "meteorite's" side.
The unidentified creature stood up. The iridescent black gradually faded, revealing the "core" itself—though its clothing was very strange, it was likely a person.
She seemed to have just opened her eyes, her face tense, her eyes still holding a sharp edge.
Blood dripped from his forehead down his nose, and a dark stain remained at the corner of his eye, making his blood-covered face look even more ferocious and terrifying.
She stared sluggishly into the distance for a long while, as if confirming something, the coldness in her eyes gradually deepening.
She descended from the sky, her origin unknown, and the thick, bloody aura suggested she had just devoured ten people. Although she was merely staring blankly into the distance, it was impossible to ignore the murderous intent emanating from her.
Seeing her like this, the frivolous man was intimidated.
Is this... an encounter with an evil spirit master?
"hiss……"
Caught off guard, he was bitten again by the big white dog. The frivolous man winced in pain and instinctively groaned. Although he quickly covered his mouth, the slight cry of pain still caught the woman's attention.
The woman slowly turned her head and gazed at them quietly with her deep black eyes.
Her blood-covered hands touched her neck, as if new flesh had grown back, and she stretched her muscles and bones a few times. The others could even hear the cracking of her joints.
A little spiritual energy emanated from her, but it all disappeared in the next second, so fast that one couldn't help but wonder if they were hallucinating.
It must be an evil spirit master! It is said that the spiritual rank of evil spirit masters is difficult to see through, and they are mostly women who can possess the bodies of spiritual cultivators and use them for their own purposes.
And now, covered in blood and completely unfamiliar with her own body, she's practically a textbook example of an evil spirit!
The frivolous man was filled with suspicion and uncertainty, frantically dealing with the dog that was determined to bite him. Ignoring the blood flowing from his bite wound, he exchanged glances with the others, signaling with his eyes to retreat.
Although they exchanged glances, there was no unspoken understanding between them; they winked and exchanged meaningless looks, looking back and forth for a long time.
In the end, one of the men grasped the essence of what the flippant man was trying to say, and spoke first in a nonchalant manner: "Who are you? You're not this bastard's savior, are you?"
The frivolous man's heart skipped a beat. Oh no, he hadn't even realized that his follower was an idiot.
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After an unknown amount of time, when Chu Jue opened his eyes again, he still felt somewhat unwell.
She instinctively tried to summon the mecha, but found that the mecha had lost its connection with her.
The "designer," who should have been connected by mental energy, was now shrunk to a round disc about the size of a finger joint, with a scribbled, unintelligible mark engraved on the black disc.
Like the initial sketches her friend drew when designing the designer, the lines are simple, or rather, somewhat abstract.
Chu Jue was a little dazed, having not seen a designer in such a down-to-earth state for a long time.
She lost her spiritual connection with the designer. This feeling of being out of control felt foreign to Chu Jue. She held the "coin" for a moment, then regretfully put away her mecha and partner that had been with her for many years.
What kind of place is this that could sever her connection with the designer? Her mental strength was always unique and stable; could there be a higher level of mental power here suppressing her?
Chu Jue was filled with doubts, but no one could answer them. At this point, the die was cast, so Chu Jue quickly adjusted his mindset and chose to accept reality.
...I just hope that once she finds a way to leave, the designer will return to his former self.
As the pain gradually subsided and the tinnitus that had pierced his eardrums disappeared, Chu Jue heard human voices.
She turned her head to look at the source of the sound and found several simply dressed men.
It was rather unusual to see men gathered together. As she was pondering whether she should ask them for directions, one of them shouted at her, "Who are you? Are you this bastard's reinforcements?"
You dog?
Chu Jue then took a closer look at the people who were speaking. They were holding a white—biological dog—in their hands.
It's not an energy-mechanical dog, nor a digital life dog, but a biological dog.
Fresh biological dog.
The biological dog was being held down by several men, howling and struggling in protest. Its voice was loud, sounding like it wanted to eat people.
Upon closer inspection, it's easy to see that its fur is all messed up, and there's even blood mixed in with its white fur, making it particularly noticeable.
It appears to be injured.
So, these men hurt the weak, pitiful creatures, supposedly once man's best friend, the dogs?
Although the situation seemed clear at the moment, Chu was unwilling to wrongly accuse good people, so he politely asked, "Did you hurt it?"
The man who had shouted at her earlier quickly retorted, "Mind your own business! You really are here to help this bastard!"
The frivolous man, seeing his companion's provocation: ...
His feelings were somewhat complicated. He had thought this woman was a formidable evil spirit, but she was emotionally stable and, apart from her somewhat frightening appearance, seemed to have nothing special about her—he hadn't seen her use any spiritual power yet, so perhaps he was overthinking things.
If she weren't a psychic, she's a woman and shouldn't pose much of a threat.
Several men exchanged glances, and after receiving the affirmative look from the frivolous man, they shouted lines like "Looking for death!" and "Take this!" and charged forward.
Seeing the other party's inexplicable hostility towards her, Chu Jue stopped speaking, only sighing inwardly that men were indeed a group with unstable emotions.
Since the other party had taken the initiative, she had nothing to worry about. Chu Jue subconsciously wanted to summon his mental power to retrieve the lightsaber, but then he remembered that he had thrown the lightsaber to kill the alien beast.
Naturally, it summoned an empty space.
Chu Jue: ...
Oh well, if we don't have it, we don't have it.
Fortunately, the surrounding environment was cluttered, so Chu Jue picked up a log that had not yet been split and easily broke it in two. He then weighed the sharper end in his hand and used it as a weapon for the time being.
Even if she doesn't have a lightsaber, she can make one.
Chu Jue's movements were unpredictable, each step precise and deliberate. The men's actions were full of flaws in Chu Jue's eyes, and the sharp end of the log in her hand left afterimages as she moved.
"careful!"
One man cried out in alarm, trying to warn his companion, but Chu Jue's attack arrived before his warning.
In the blink of an eye, Chu Jue had arrived behind the man and thrust the "lightsword" into his back without hesitation.
Before he could even react to what was happening, she had already pulled out the sharp weapon and cleanly stabbed it into another man.
The men who were attacked cried out in pain, instinctively clutching their wounds, and collapsed to the ground one after another.
The others tried to activate their spiritual power, but were interrupted by Chu Jue's simple and comical tree branch before they could succeed.
Their painstakingly executed attacks always missed their target, as Chu Jue's figure always vanished the moment they attacked.
Seeing this, the frivolous man, who hadn't participated in the team battle, was enraged. He hadn't expected that Chu Jue could take on so many opponents using only his movement skills.
Although these men were foolish, they were all cultivators who were about to enter the first level of the Spirit Realm. However, they turned out to be only half-baked. It seems that the quality of students is getting worse with each new class.
However, this woman was so skilled in close combat that they didn't even have a chance to activate their spirits.
It's important to know that after the spiritual energy revival, very few spiritual practitioners will choose melee combat in battle.
This made the frivolous man suspect that Chu Jue might not even be a spiritualist.
She has no spiritual power, yet she is agile and possesses a chilling aura... Could it be that she is a martial artist?
He had found it strange before. How could a woman be so strong and taller than him when she stood up? He was a good 1.786 meters tall.
If she is a martial artist, then all of this makes sense.
As we all know, martial artists who cannot refine spiritual energy can only choose to cultivate their bodies. Unfortunately, in an era where spiritual power is revered, those who cultivate their bodies are far inferior to true spiritual practitioners.
Of course, objectively speaking, one might be able to hold their own against him for a few moves.
Hmm, the spiritual energy fluctuations I sensed from Chu Jue earlier must have been an illusion; perhaps the vanished black thing had misled him.
However, recalling the mysterious aura emanating from that never-before-seen black object... the frivolous man's mind stirred, and he suddenly remembered the news released by an organization some time ago that "a certain martial artist has obtained a legacy."
He initially thought it was just those people talking nonsense again, but considering all the strange things about this woman...
Could this news be true? Is that their family's legacy?
The more the frivolous man observed Chu Jue, the more he felt that his reasoning was being constantly corroborated.
He arrived at the conclusion he wanted through his own analysis, but his initial caution towards unknown people gradually gave way to the temptation of his own fabrication.
Thinking of this, the frivolous man raised the corners of his lips, looking quite determined.
He shoved his teammates around him as cover, pretending to be outmatched and hiding, but in reality, he was planning to launch a surprise attack.
The frivolous man's subtle movements were extremely lewd, but his first move was a brutal killing blow—his signature skill, honed over many years of spiritual cultivation, which had never failed him.
He exhausted all his spiritual power in a near-explosive manner, while borrowing the power of his personal spirit puppet, and gathered a full-force attack that crossed the third level of power towards Chu Jue.
The woman's attacks weren't fatal, clearly adhering to the moral codes and rules of her martial arts school. He, however, didn't follow any of those rules—
He wants her to die here.
The legacy should be passed down to the right people.
This strike was sharp and fierce, almost tearing through the void. Its immense power surged towards Chu Jue's location, clearly leaving no room for evasion.
The frivolous man scoffed, "Ha, ants."
His tone was mocking, clearly indicating that he was certain the other person was about to die.
He was just planning how to celebrate his upcoming victory when he saw Chu Jue casually "pass by" the spiritual energy attack as if nothing had happened.
What's going on?
The frivolous man's breath hitched.
What happened? How could she so easily act as if his deadly attack had never existed—how could this be?
The woman with the face of a demon had already strode up in front of him, her movements as light as a flying sword in her hand, and she stopped after casually flicking it.
The frivolous man felt a sharp pain in his heart.
An unbearable burning pain swept over me, piercing my very soul.
He looked down in astonishment.
The sharp branch that Chu Jue had been holding earlier was now halfway pierced into his chest. The force was so great that it was difficult to tell whether his back had also been pierced.
Flesh screamed as it was crushed by the foreign object, and for the first time, the frivolous man felt his own heartbeat so directly.
Chu Jue's terrifying face, covered in blood, became even clearer. He even smiled under Chu Jue's astonished gaze and maliciously yanked the half-log down hard.
The weapon, as thick as an arm, snapped off inside the man's body under the force of the pull. Blood gushed out rapidly, turning the brownish-red of the tree branch a deep crimson.
The man's heartbeat stopped.
He was utterly stunned and incredulous. He died without ever understanding what had gone wrong, and then he collapsed.
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