A Mere Fatal Wound

Looking at the 'corpse' that was currently winking at him quite playfully, Xin Tianle's mouth hung slightly open.

A series of chills rose from the depths of his heart, while fine beads of sweat broke out on his forehead. His entire back felt clammy in an instant.

Something was wrong!

Something was twelve-out-of-ten levels of wrong!

Hadn't he already dealt with this person?!

How could she still be talking to him and blinking at him?!

And... judging by her tone and expression, she seemed incredibly relaxed?

This was absolutely not the demeanor someone whose throat had been slit should have.

He wasn't the only one shocked.

The same was true for everyone watching the live broadcast.

In their eyes, they had seen Lan Qingyou fly into the sky, throw a potion, and then fall like a bird with broken wings, crashing heavily onto the arena stage.

Then they saw Xin Tianle walk forward leisurely with a dagger, finish Lan Qingyou off with a single stroke, and pull out a large glass bottle to begin collecting the red liquid.

The entire process hadn't even taken ten seconds. It was incredibly smooth and continuous, without the slightest hesitation.

Everyone else was one thing.

But the witches of the Abandoned Land, upon seeing Lan Qingyou in such a state, all gaped in disbelief.

Some even burst into tears.

Although many witches of the High Tower Clan didn't have as strong an emotional bond with Lan Qingyou as Ursula did, their worship of her was genuine.

Especially those witches who had first abandoned their own shelters to migrate to the Abandoned Land.

For Lan Qingyou, they felt more than just gratitude; it was pure adoration.

Or rather, it was only after they truly began systematically studying subjects like alchemy that they realized how difficult it was for Lan Qingyou to have independently developed the Witch potion from scratch.

One could say that strength, materials, connections, time, knowledge, and luck were all indispensable.

Yet, not only did she research the thing all by herself, but she also distributed it everywhere and taught them knowledge without holding anything back.

That kind of great spirit and broad-mindedness wasn't something just anyone possessed.

But before they could get worked up enough to go out and find a demon to sacrifice to the heavens, the situation on the stage suddenly changed.

Lan Qingyou, their Clan Leader, seemed to still be alive!

“Child, do you have a lot of questions in your heart?”

Lan Qingyou winked playfully at her opponent again and then asked with a grin.

“Uh...”

“Wham!”

Boom!

Just as Xin Tianle tried to squeeze some words out of his throat, following the sound effect Lan Qingyou provided, both sides of his head felt as if they had been squeezed by a heavy hammer. His brain buzzed.

Before he could even lean back to find a point of balance and clear his head, Lan Qingyou's next sound effect arrived.

“Pew! Pew!”

Two white lasers hit Xin Tianle, pushing him back three or four meters.

“Tsk tsk, this Demon Skin is really tough...”

Lan Qingyou, who had pulled out a Life Potion to apply to her wound, propped herself up with one hand and sat up weakly while clutching her neck, sighing with emotion.

She then took out several more Life Potions and downed them one after another before stopping.

However, that was the extent of Lan Qingyou's movements.

After all, she had lost a whole large jar of blood.

If this were back on Blue Star, she would have kicked the bucket from blood loss long ago. The fact that she wasn't dizzy or nauseous now was thanks to the mana support of this magical world.

It was quite miraculous.

As for Xin Tianle...

After having his head hammered and being pushed by something, he shook his head vigorously after being knocked back several meters, finally managing to recover slightly.

Then, as he regained some clarity and looked up, the first things he saw were two slender triangular cones, like ice cream cones, floating beside Lan Qingyou.

However, just as he got a clear look at them, the two triangular cones turned around, pointed their flat sides toward him, and charged.

This...

Boom!

“Urgh...”

The first triangular cone slammed hard into Xin Tianle's stomach.

The force was so great it nearly made him vomit.

But it wasn't over.

Immediately following, the second triangular cone arrived on the scene, slamming straight into Xin Tianle's face.

Then the first triangular cone struck again, hitting his shoulder, followed by the second one hitting the back of his head...

In an instant, under the alternating attacks of the two cones, Xin Tianle was beaten until he was stumbling all over the place, completely unable to fight back.

Even when Xin Tianle tried to catch a gap in the attacks to destroy the cones with a punch, it was in vain.

Because these cones were meticulously crafted by Lan Qingyou.

About one-third of the total material in each cone was extremely hard Thorium ore.

They weren't something a normal attack like Xin Tianle's fist could destroy.

And so, while Lan Qingyou sat on the ground recovering her strength, she controlled the floating cannons to subject Xin Tianle to a brutal ten-minute beating.

The audience outside looked on with wincing expressions.

There was no helping it.

Originally, Xin Tianle was the type with the looks of a pretty boy.

Even though he had horns on his head and his feet had turned into goat hooves, it didn't affect his attractiveness.

In fact, because of the horns and hooves, this man seemed to have an added sense of feminine and wicked charm.

So when he first appeared, many people had looked at him with admiration.

Even though they knew what Xin Tianle had done from the world channel, some people, for the sake of his looks, would defend him by saying 'it was all to survive' or 'it was something he had no choice but to do in that initial situation.'

But now...

After ten minutes of a one-sided beating, one of the two horns on Xin Tianle's head had fallen off, and the other was mangled.

His feminine face was black and blue, red and swollen, and completely disfigured.

Even one of his arms and one of his legs had become twisted out of shape under Lan Qingyou's 'deliberate care,' looking as if they had been hit by Ursula's Magic Eye.

“Ugh...”

When Lan Qingyou stopped her attack, Xin Tianle finally had a chance to breathe.

“Heh... heh... you b*tch... how are you still alive?!”

Panting slightly, Xin Tianle asked Lan Qingyou, who was reaching out to pick up her floating Magic Broom.

“It's nothing. It's just a mere fatal wound. Isn't it only natural to survive when you have life-saving items?”

Although Lan Qingyou was ageless and immortal, she had no intention of revealing that fact.

Items—magic items.

Using that as a reason to brush it off was enough.

The effect was the same anyway; it was enough for outsiders to know she wouldn't die.

“Do you think you've won?”

After catching his breath a bit, Xin Tianle's habit of mouthing off acted up again.

No matter what had just happened, he had to let that b*tch, who was now sitting back on her Magic Broom, know that he wasn't someone to be trifled with!