Shadows flowed as the Killer reformed his body nearby.
Almost simultaneously, the blade-wielding ghost struck.
The zhanmadao swept upward; if it connected, it would disembowel the Killer instantly.
Clang.
The Killer blocked the blade with both hands. His palms shimmered with a jade-like luster, sending sparks flying upon impact.
The exchange was incredibly swift, nearly impossible to follow with the naked eye. Only flashes of blade-light and showers of sparks were visible.
Whoosh!
A flaming arrow streaked through the air, piercing the Killer’s calf.
He dissolved into darkness again, lunging toward Yin Yang.
The Killer’s combat instincts were sharp. He realized the blade-wielding ghost was Yin Yang’s summon, so he aimed to eliminate the problem at its source!
But the moment he turned into shadow, Yin Yang felt the wind rise beneath his feet. He moved with sudden speed, retreating into a narrow alley.
The Wind Rider's Badge!
Once activated, it allowed the user to manipulate wind to a degree, significantly increasing movement speed.
He had purchased this transcendent item back in Wanwu City, and this was the first time he had used it.
The Killer stopped at the mouth of the alley, hesitant.
Something felt wrong. If a normal person were running for their life, they would choose an open area. Why duck into a narrow alley?
If it was a dead end, wasn't he just walking into a trap?
If the target were panicking, it might make sense, but based on the rhythm of the earlier attacks, this person was clearly calculating and profound.
Would such a person corner themselves?
The Killer’s sixth sense warned him.
He was right. Yin Yang had laid numerous incantations within the alley.
However, the twist was that Yin Yang had also placed incantations at the entrance!
Hum—
The ground suddenly lit up. The darkness grew viscous, and the Killer found it difficult even to move.
In the next moment, several more flaming arrows whistled through the air!
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
The flaming arrows formed a circle, trapping the darkness within.
The incantations acted like branding irons, relentlessly eroding the shadows.
Unable to endure it, the Killer began to solidify. A dark hand emerged, clutching a pistol and pulling the trigger at Yin Yang.
Bang!
The bullet pierced the lantern-carrying ghost's defense and tore through Yin Yang’s shoulder!
Blood splattered.
The bullet actually had an anti-magic effect!
Blood flowed from the wound, staining his raincoat red.
Yin Yang remained as calm as if he felt no pain. He pressed his left hand against the wound, his voice cold.
“I sacrifice this current injury in exchange for the recovery of my spirituality.”
The moment the words left his mouth, Yin Yang’s wound began to heal slowly. His spirituality gradually returned, but his divinity diminished slightly.
In terms of rarity, this was a losing trade. To a normal person, divinity was far too precious.
But for Yin Yang at this moment, it was worth it.
The rules of Sacrifice were generally threefold.
First, the sacrifice must belong to you.
For example, Yin Yang’s injury belonged to him, so he could use it as a sacrifice. As for whether a god would accept it, that depended on who the god was.
Second, equivalent exchange.
Using an injury as a sacrifice was a losing trade for a god, so divinity was consumed to bridge the gap.
For instance, if the value of the sacrifice was five but the benefit received was seven, the difference had to be compensated with divinity.
This was why Yin Yang specified the “current injury.” If he had tried to sacrifice all his injuries at once, his meager divinity wouldn't have been enough, and he might have even suffered a backlash.
However, there were loopholes to exploit.
For a god of harvest, pain might only be worth one point. But for a god of pain, it might be worth five.
But since Yin Yang currently only believed in himself, one was one and two was two. While there were no loopholes, it was at least balanced.
Third, the degree of piety.
Simply put, the more devout one’s faith, the faster the god would respond.
This was one of the reasons why many people received no response long after a sacrifice.
Since Yin Yang was sacrificing to himself, he was leagues ahead of everyone else.
The Killer was stunned by the sight.
He couldn't hear what Yin Yang was chanting, but he saw the speed of his recovery.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
He fired three more shots, aiming for Yin Yang’s brow, throat, and heart.
He didn't believe anyone could recover from shots to those three spots!
But Yin Yang wasn't a stationary target. He wasn't about to stand there and take it!
Especially with the Wind Rider's Badge active, his speed was almost too fast for the eye to track.
By observing the direction of the Killer's arm and muscle movements, Yin Yang could predict the next line of fire and dodge in advance.
Bang, bang, bang.
All three shots missed.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Three flaming arrows hit the Killer’s arm simultaneously, blowing it apart.
The Killer let out a muffled groan. His wound dissolved into darkness to stop the bleeding.
The match is decided.
Yin Yang raised his right hand. The incantations in the alley flared brightly, forming a massive runic hand that seized the darkness and dragged the Killer deeper into the alley!
Realizing he had to go all out, the Killer dropped his shadow form. His skin turned crimson, and the blood leaking from him became a weapon, firing toward Yin Yang like bullets!
Yin Yang dodged again while commanding the lantern-carrying ghost to defend.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
The blood bullets pierced the lantern-carrying ghost's barrier—they also possessed anti-magic properties.
The lantern-carrying ghost felt its pride wounded. The fire within its lantern flared, and scraps of paper flew toward the Killer’s wounds.
The Killer tried to dodge, but pinned by the incantations, he had nowhere to go. He could only watch as the paper scraps burrowed into his wounds.
A moment later, he felt his internal organs begin to burn.
“Aargh!!!”
He screamed in agony, jets of fire erupting from his mouth.
The burning wasn't an illusion; the lantern-carrying ghost was indeed incinerating his organs.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Three more flaming arrows pierced his forehead, heart, and throat.
The body collapsed.
Yin Yang didn't approach immediately. Instead, he had the blade-wielding ghost deliver a few more slashes. Only after the head was severed did he step forward to collect the soul.
Once the soul was secured, Yin Yang deliberately defaced the shadow lotus tattoo and carved the mark of the True Knowledge Society over it before calmly departing.
...
Wang City University.
“You want him?”
“I want him!”
“But he's a freshman.”
“What's wrong with a freshman? Isn't a freshman still our student?”
“But by tradition, the school representative is always a junior or senior. He’s only a freshman.”
“Wang Qiqu, you've been with the school for a long time. You can't be so old-fashioned!”
“What's wrong with a freshman? Doesn't a freshman perfectly represent our new generation?”
The school leader advised Wang Qiqu earnestly.
“This young man has a good image. The board of directors is very satisfied.”
“Besides, if you don't give such a talented student a chance to shine, aren't you holding him back?”
Wang Qiqu replied with a serious expression.
“Director, it’s precisely because I don't want to hold him back that I don't want him to debut yet.”
“He is a very sensible child. He’s had several opportunities before, but he turned them all down.”
“He said he wanted to ground himself and grow steadily.”
“He even said he came to school to learn, not to act.”
The school leader was somewhat moved by this, but he remained firm.
“It has to be him!”
He patted Wang Qiqu on the shoulder.
“Many powerful figures will be there that day. If we don't show off our best talent then, when will we?”
“Who knows? We might even secure quite a bit of investment because of him.”
“The teaching buildings, the training vehicles... don't you want to replace them?”
He patted Wang Qiqu's shoulder again.
“As long as he performs well, we'll get it all!”
Wang Qiqu said no more. He walked back to the classroom and beckoned to Yin Yang.
“Lu Yang, come here.”
Yin Yang followed the teacher out. The teacher spoke with gravity.
“In half a month, our school will be holding its anniversary celebration. We need a student representative, and the school leadership has chosen you.”
Yin Yang pointed at his own nose in feigned surprise.
“Me? But teacher, I'm just a freshman.”
“What's wrong with being a freshman? Aren't you a student of our school? Lu Yang, times like these are tests of character. Trust me, there will be a big surprise waiting for you that day!”
Yin Yang’s expression turned strange.
He had already learned some inside information through the Killer's memories. He knew there would indeed be a “big surprise” that day.
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