Chapter 138: Can You Even Speak, You Greatsword User?

"How did you do that?"

Alastor's voice carried deep astonishment—just moments ago, this human had been trapped by Fushō, yet now he had broken free.

He felt no Zai Zai Fa, no realm power from Jia Ji, nor was he a Mistis wielding a sacred artifact, nor any known method by which outsiders moved within Fushō.

"The same technique only works once against a Beidou Fist user."

"Speak plainly."

Xia Na scowled, shook off his hand, her hair swirling in the air like an angry little lioness.

Though having her head patted felt nice, it always made her feel as if she were inexplicably bowing down to this guy—even if she were truly shorter, she wouldn't allow it!

"Alright, alright… it's the Wanhua Mirror! Don't mind how unnoticeable it usually is, but it's surprisingly useful when it counts."

Then again, it made sense—if one transcended the causality of this world, the Wanhua Mirror, which connected all realms, certainly qualified.

Jia Ji had been caught off guard at first, but this time he had already opened his chat panel; Fushō could not possibly affect someone actively chatting in a group.

And once he crossed that boundary, Jia Ji's eyes turned like demonic eyes, able to perceive the distortions within this sealed space—even…

"Is this the power of existence?"

A thin layer of white light, utterly unlike battle qi, covered his body; even if he now closed the chat group interface, Jia Ji could move freely.

Since he had already arrived here, under the world's unique laws, once he became aware of it, summoning his own power of existence was not difficult at all.

"Since this space can be destroyed and restored endlessly, and now we're on equal footing, let's train again."

Jia Ji raised an eyebrow and issued a battle challenge to Xia Na.

He retracted his released power of existence and instead unleashed a far fiercer, tenfold or even a hundredfold stronger Zhuan Long battle qi, surging outward like a tidal wave; he clenched his fists, and countless battle qis collided with thunderous roars, reversing like a waterfall.

He wanted to see how much of a gap there truly was between these opponents whose abilities casually manipulated causality, time-space, and existence absorption, and his own straightforward, rugged martial arts style—talking about abilities without considering scale was pure cheating.

Fortunately, she had the same intention—beating an immobilized opponent couldn't prove the true worth of the strongest Flame Haze Warrior.

"This time, you'll submit to me with full conviction."

Xia Na slowly drew her silver-white greatsword, Zhaidian Zhe'na, from her black overcoat; in an instant, brilliant crimson flames engulfed her entire body, glowing like molten copper and iron, her eyes and long hair radiating searing red heat.

"Another red-eyed little girl? Am I imagining things, but this one feels a bit…"

Jia Ji suddenly realized he'd encountered too many Chitong-style characters lately, yet he'd hardly seen any Bai Mao types—perhaps this was just one side of the 2D world.

"You idiot!"

This guy! Whenever he was about to earn some respect, he opened his mouth—and every single word easily ignited her fury!

Damn! Damn! Damn!

"I'm a Flame Haze Warrior, bound by the mission to maintain the world's balance! How could I possibly lose to you?!"

Flame Haze Warrior.

Though they protected weak humans from the claws of evil, powerful monsters, that was never their true intent—merely an incidental byproduct…

These beings, if called an occupation, were better described as an entirely new species wearing human skins.

Extraordinary physical strength—at least tripled arm and leg power, exceptional martial arts, Zai Zai Fa, and techniques, dynamic vision dozens of times sharper than a normal human's, purification flames that cleanse impurities, lifespans so extended they appeared endless unless killed in battle… the strongest among them could envelop entire cities with Zai Zai Fa and perform 【Zai Zai Fa: Socializing】 within Fushō.

A secret organization secretly shaping the world.

It was said only Red World Apostles could oppose Flame Haze Warriors.

But the sudden appearance of this outsider martial artist—Ultimate Assassin Fist: Beidou Divine Fist—naturally fell outside that rule.

Yet when it came to who was stronger, neither the greatsword wielder nor the hand-to-hand specialist would yield an inch.

In the next instant,

"Hah—!"

The girl, her back now sprouting vivid, living flame wings, leapt upward; in her palm, "Zhaidian Zhe'na" glowed with molten-lava brilliance, her wings spread wide, her long hair lashing wildly in the gale, scattered with ember dust.

In Jia Ji's vision, the incoming greatsword seemed to have ignited a crimson blade, radiating danger; his nerves throbbed painfully, instantly recognizing that pure battle qi could not block this slash.

Boom!

Jia Ji moved—not backward, but forward, assuming the stance of Beidou Qianshou Sha; massive spiderweb-like cracks spread beneath his feet, roaring fist imprints and palm shadows surged into the air, creating a violent gale, each strike capable of shattering fragile steel into fragments.

Under Xia Na's control, the flame wings carved elegant, elusive arcs, evading every advancing punch shadow by mere inches, then arcing upward in a near-vertical downward slash.

Swish—!

Both hands gripped the hilt; the icy blade sliced through the sky with unstoppable momentum and force, its gleaming edge erupting in terrifying sharpness, descending like a meteor striking earth—yet no excess shockwave or residual energy escaped; all power was locked entirely within this single cut.

Straight. And simple.

Opposite to Xia Na's own personality, her swordplay was direct and unyielding, precise as a surgeon's scalpel, capable of piercing any weakness, astonishingly sharp—a blade forged solely for efficient killing through relentless combat.

Failing to land the strike, Jia Ji merely narrowed his eyes, clenched his fist, felt the throbbing pain above his head; visible battle qi surged skyward, transforming into a roaring storm; his towering body shot upward, cleaving through the icy blade's light, passing it by in a flash.

Beidou Kongzhan—Shenglong Quan!

Boom!

The instant his fist met the greatsword, Jia Ji's skin split open, his white finger bones nearly severed along with the flesh—but the arm behind still drove forward with terrifying force.

Xia Na was jolted by the immense force transmitted through her wrist, her hand instantly numb; the descending "Zhaidian Zhe'na," along with her own arm, was violently flung back, slamming into her small, soft body.

Above the writhing, incapacitated Xia Na, Jia Ji casually shook his right hand, now charred and blackened from the wound, and laughed triumphantly.

"This greatsword guy is weak!"

The little girl still doesn't understand the grave consequence of launching Shenglong without emptying her stance.

(End of Chapter)