When he stood up again, a large charred mark had appeared on Bai Zhou's chest, and his breathing was slightly disordered.
Within a few breaths, the injuries on his body healed, and he cracked his neck, his state returning to its peak. For a fixer of his level, such a minor injury was inconsequential.
He had realized that besides that whip which required caution, the opponent's other attacks couldn't hurt him; at most, her methods were just a bit strange.
"If your attacks are only at this level..."
Bai Zhou clenched his fists and loosened his shoulders.
"Then it's my turn now."
With that, he suddenly held the heavy blade horizontally to his side. The blade's body underwent a change; a crack appeared at its center, spewing a hot red mist. The broad blade split into two halves, with the upper portion extending and interlocking with the front of the lower blade to form a long blade. Simultaneously, crimson patterns lit up, and spiral branches slowly extended from the hilt, piercing into Bai Zhou's wrists.
Blood flowed slowly along the branches. Nourished by the blood, the entire long blade gradually awakened. The crimson patterns grew brighter as the split branches wrapped around the blade, forming a sharp spiral at the tip.
"Blood Monarch," Xu Xiaoyou said softly, naming the mimicry.
"It seems you know something about our Section 6."
Bai Zhou pointed the long blade at Xu Xiaoyou.
"No matter what your purpose is, this is where it ends."
As he spoke, Bai Zhou's momentum suddenly surged. No longer holding back, the blood-awakened Blood Monarch could slice through walls as if cutting tofu, severing the rebar inside as well!
All he needed to do was swing with all his might.
Under Bai Zhou's repeated, forceful swings, the blade's edge traced crimson arcs in the air. The blade light poured down, causing the entire wall to collapse with a thunderous crash.
Light pierced through the swirling dust, spilling into the dark catwalk. The two finally saw the chaotic scene within the opera house: the ruins of the stage almost covered the entire floor, unconscious students were buried under fallen boulders, and the twisted rebar cast large shadows like the skeletons of prehistoric beasts.
Xu Xiaoyou constantly retreated to dodge Bai Zhou's increasingly frenzied strikes, her gaze distant as she looked toward the top of the castle, noticing the commotion there.
She had clearly drawn away all the members of Section 6, so who was Anya fighting right now?
She tried to pull out a long sword, but the moment it contacted that mimicry, it was sliced in half. The only thing she had that could contend with that mimicry was her Hundred-Bone Whip, but with her physical constitution, she feared she would be flung away by that overbearing force the moment she made contact.
Thinking this, a piercing whistle reached her ears. Xu Xiaoyou used Attack Deflection once again. The Blood Monarch hacked down from her head to the ground without resistance, causing terrifying cracks to spread.
Xu Xiaoyou leaped up, grabbing a piece of rebar above and swinging toward the high platform. After awakening the mimicry, Bai Zhou's fighting spirit was soaring, and his eyes grew as crimson as his blood-thirsty weapon. He completely failed to notice the commotion in the distant castle, wildly swinging the mimicry to tear through the forest of rebar before him like dry weeds.
In contrast, after teetering on her original spot, Xu Xiaoyou leaped out like an agile cat and lunged to the other side. Simultaneously, a Kalev submachine gun appeared in her hand, unleashing a volley at Bai Zhou's feet.
Fire spat from the muzzle. Its firing rate of up to 1,200 rounds per minute made it a favorite for Universal Heavy Industries task forces to suppress charges during missions, and what Xu Xiaoyou valued was exactly its fire rate combined with the suppression effect of Dense Fire Net.
Seeing the girl point a small-caliber submachine gun at him, Bai Zhou let out a contemptuous laugh. Bullets of this caliber wouldn't necessarily even tear his skin, let alone hinder his movements. But in the next moment, he couldn't laugh anymore. The unleashed bullets seemed to be imbued with magic, forming a dense web of fire around him that forced him back step by step.
Changing magazines would be troublesome and easily leave an opening for a counterattack, but Xu Xiaoyou didn't need to change magazines at all. After emptying one gun, she simply switched to the next seamlessly. Her tool cards were like a massive mobile armory.
Bai Zhou was pinned into a corner, unable to move, forced to hold the mimicry in front of him to endure the metal storm that lasted several minutes. Only when the girl had emptied the ammunition of dozens of guns did his stifled emotions explode into boundless rage. Just as he was about to let out a war cry to buff himself, several round metal spheres erupted in a blinding white light at his feet.
Boom!
Flames soared into the sky. Xu Xiaoyou spat out the pull ring she held in her mouth. The deafening explosion left her ears ringing. Beneath her mask, she had already activated her Gaze of Spiritual Vision.
From the start of the battle until now, she had copied countless skill cards. It was impossible for her to dodge a grade 4 fixer's attacks with her own speed; every evasion that seemed easy was actually incredibly perilous. The reason her form seemed as elusive as a ghost was the cumulative effect of multiple stacked evasion-type skill cards.
Fighting across a two-grade gap was still too unrealistic without considering the use of art grade skill cards.
A sharp pain made her clutch her head; the side effects of using Gaze of Spiritual Vision for a long time were setting in.
Suddenly, she felt a sense of crisis and decisively jumped downward from her high position. At that exact moment, a crimson figure like a cannonball slammed into the spot where she had just been. Bai Zhou's distorted face was like that of a rabid beast.
He panted heavily, glaring at her with a look that suggested he wanted to tear her into pieces.
Anyone would feel terrible after being sprayed by a submachine gun for minutes, let alone Bai Zhou, whose sanity was being influenced by his weapon. He roared and swung the mimicry down, and within the cascading crimson blade light, it seemed as if countless blood-red eyes had opened.
Seeing him rush toward her with a contorted expression, a submachine gun appeared in Xu Xiaoyou's hand again, and she made a move to aim.
As if triggered, the previously ferocious Bai Zhou suddenly jumped backward, his eyes clearing up quite a bit.
A laugh came from behind Xu Xiaoyou's mask as she pulled the trigger, resulting only in the dry 'click-click' sounds of an empty chamber; her bullets had long been exhausted.
Several more smoke bombs were thrown over. The girl's figure vanished like a phantom into the rising white smoke, leaving only Bai Zhou panting in place.
Having suffered unprecedented humiliation, blue veins bulged on Bai Zhou's forehead. Even though his opponent wasn't strong, she had played him like a cat toying with a mouse. He swung the Blood Monarch, dispersing the white smoke swirling in front of him, and roared, "Are you only capable of these little tricks!?"
"Do you dare to face me head-on!? I promise I'll tear—"
"Fine."
The girl's voice reached his ears clearly, causing the rage-blinded Bai Zhou to freeze for a moment.
He saw Xu Xiaoyou walk out of the smoke. At some point, she had changed into a combat suit. In one hand, she held that strange long whip, and in the other, she carried a heavy sniper rifle. Beneath her feet, four layers of star-rings expanded in an intersecting pattern.
That was!
Bai Zhou's eyes suddenly widened.
The buff effects of a Starry Singer!?
He looked around at the thick, rolling white smoke, but couldn't find a third person.
"Just as you said."
Xu Xiaoyou raised the heavy sniper rifle with one hand, the stock braced against her shoulder, the muzzle aimed at Bai Zhou.
"A head-on confrontation."
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