Chapter 79: Ryoko-Classmate Has Fallen into Darkness

At some point, the wall, now breached by a large hole, began to heal; the windows and doors had vanished, surrounded entirely by cement walls, the fluorescent lights above coldly illuminating the desks, thankfully still showing Ashi’s pale, bewildered face tinged with relief.

“Will we win?”

“Don’t talk about winning or losing—remember this: Northern Dipper Divine Fist is invincible!”

While Jia Ji and Ashi were speaking, the changes in their surroundings had already concluded.

For Ryoko, controlling space through information manipulation was simple—she could tweak the molecular structure of buildings on Earth and alter their form.

All exits from this classroom had vanished; it had become the classic locked-room setting of detective novels, everything transformed into geometric patterns, twisted and spiraling, inducing dizziness.

“Here it comes.”

Jia Ji suddenly grew serious.

As he spoke those words signaling the start of battle, intense killing intent, murderous aura, and lethal will pierced his nerves; hundreds of brilliant light bullets materialized out of thin air, shooting from Asakura Ryoko’s fingertips, unleashing a curtain of projectiles that overwhelmed the two at speeds beyond reaction limits.

All of it happened within a fraction of a second.

Each light bullet moved faster than machine-gun rounds, and their destructive power rivaled that of mortar shells.

Yet, after the initial roar, the first light bullet seemed to collide with something, exploding into a shower of radiant threads flying outward.

The next instant, an endless torrent of light bullets surged forward—“Muda Muda Muda!!”

Accompanied by a powerful shout, a sudden, impossibly solid blue “reef” appeared in the center, splitting the tide of light in two.

Indeed, Jia Ji had drawn his clenched right fist to his waist, then unleashed hundreds of dense, overlapping punch shadows forming an unyielding “reef”; facing a barrage capable of reducing ordinary people to ash, he stopped it with nothing but his fists, using his battle qi to form a shield that halted every projectile three feet before his body.

This did not mean Jia Ji’s self-cultivated battle qi was inherently more powerful than Ryoko’s conjured bullets; the greater reason lay in the fact that battle qi contained information from another world.

Behind this, the mysterious “Manjukyo” was likely at work, allowing Jia Ji, after traversing multiple worlds, to make even clearly unscientific things like battle qi universally functional and extraordinarily effective.

In ancient terms, battle qi had higher “priority”; the Chat Group’s “status” far surpassed that of any single universe.

In the Ryoko Universe’s judgment, the Great Dragon Battle Qi won decisively.

Of course, all this was confirmed by Yuki after Jia Ji verified it; she said, “It’s extremely difficult to manipulate the information on him,” and even modifying his identity took an unusually long time.

“I get it—in your eyes, it’s like a clean, neat page of code suddenly stuffed with a massive block of unreadable garbage.”

Though the analogy was crude, it described the situation perfectly—this was precisely why Jia Ji dared to face the Blade Queen alone.

You have technology; I have divine arts!

“Why resist? Don’t you like death? Don’t you want to avoid being killed?”

Still wearing a relaxed, carefree smile, her words sent chills down the spine.

Seeing her first technique fail, Asakura Ryoko did not rush forward; instead, a frigid atmosphere like an ice cellar surged around her, bringing everything under the control of her information-dominated space.

A storm suddenly swept through the classroom; desks, chairs, even chalk fragments began reshaping like liquids, sprouting sharp edges and, driven by an invisible force, rained down en masse toward Ashi.

That was her true target.

The once-peaceful classroom had become a coffin of death.

“Looks more powerful than Double-A-level telekinesis.”

As a humanoid terminal, Asakura Ryoko constantly captured and interpreted all external information; in this space she controlled, her opponent’s breath, heartbeat, movements, and even micro-expressions escaped none of her perception.

But Jia Ji’s actions always defied her expectations—he placed his unprotected body between Ashi and danger, hands held open before him, fingers spread.

An invisible restraining force clamped onto Jia Ji, trying to immobilize him, leaving him helpless to be slain.

Simultaneously, spear-like weapons fell like unending rain, covering every angle without gap or flaw, aiming to pierce his body entirely and strike the target behind him.

Even a hundred arms or a thousand hands could not defend—but two fingers could.

With a slight tremor, Jia Ji shattered the negligible restraint with his “garbage code power”; his hands blurred in midair, leaving afterimages, and every sharp projectile seemed to fly willingly into the net, the shadows merging into one continuous wall.

The “piercing” and “hit” properties carried by each spear were disrupted the instant they touched Jia Ji’s fingers.

Amid this razor-thin barrage, his two hands traced perfect arcs, reversing every incoming spear at equal speed and force, as precise as a machine.

A flicker—Asakura Ryoko appeared in another location; the returned spears all missed.

Within the space she controlled, even short-range teleportation was possible.

Not only did she possess physical capabilities far beyond human limits and refined combat skills, but also some strange resistance to information-based powers…

“Why did you stop?”

Ashi, watching as spectators, found it odd that the two suddenly halted their fierce exchange and asked curiously.

“Something’s wrong…” Jia Ji whispered, body tense, never lowering his guard.

“When power and speed surpass a certain threshold, assassination becomes remarkably simple; with Asakura Ryoko’s physical capabilities, even a small knife could kill you…”

“But against me, my fists strike her faster and harder, my defense is unshakable, and her cheat techniques are all blocked… By rank, the monitor should only have ‘Strong’ left—assassination should already be a failure. What else does she plan?”

The cold-blooded assassin Asakura Ryoko, with her beautiful girl’s appearance, fell silent after realizing she could not achieve her goal, suddenly changing demeanor, uttering a few words that evoked inexplicable terror.

They were words that made Jia Ji’s face turn pale, his eyes darken, and his heart surge with turmoil.

“AI activated, codename Thousand Stars—”

“No way! She’s not going to switch from an observation terminal to a combat model, is she?”

What do you do when your opponent suddenly powers up?!

① Double-A-level telekinesis is the latest joke in Infinite Terror, capable of reversing time when paired with a unicorn.

② Thousand Stars AI, from Mugen.

③ Judging from the speed of Asakura Ryoko’s stab at Ashi in the anime, the humanoid terminal’s physical stats are actually not high; in a code battle against an outsider, half her abilities can be banned—there’s still a fight to be had.

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