Chapter 69: The Beast's Direction Is Actually Quite Broad (Extra for Alliance Leader Hun Luo Yue!)

Let me check with the front desk... Sorry, the closed training facility is already full.

Ah, it's fine, understandable, these two days also happen to be holidays for high schools and middle schools.

It's not that I'm making up excuses for the other party; what Aomo said is basically true in a broad sense.

After all, nowadays there are many families eager to cultivate talent, and young people's enthusiasm for source energy cultivation always exceeds their interest in reading and writing.

As soon as vacation hits, they drag their friends to the training ground to show off—this is essentially one of the classic routines that hasn't changed from elementary school through high school to university.

Aomo is doing the same thing right now.

He wanted to show his brothers his demonic form and the various abilities it unleashes—just happened to bump into a match between two horse girls.

It had only just begun.

The two horse girls in their final-match outfits merely faced each other with weapons—one side steady and rattling, the other holding its breath, focused, looking for an opening.

The crowd gathered before the screen also began to swell, and some people, unsatisfied with just watching the livestream, ran around the outer railings toward the inner side, trying to get a distant view with their own eyes, even entering the training ground for close-up observation.

After all, this is a public training ground; as long as you've actually registered to use it, you can enter.

Naturally, the venue also has rules prohibiting disturbance of others' training and combat; moreover, the training ground is never lacking in surveillance, and many trainees also need the 'scene replay' function to review their training, so offenders have always been few.

At least it's the first training ground with official backing from the Boundary Gate District, and being blacklisted still carries serious consequences.

Thus, even the crowd inside gathered, but they had no intention of interfering with the horse girls' duel.

At times like these, everyone's eyes are on those two; showing off a demonic transformation would be a perfect opportunity, right?

He also wanted to demonstrate the results of his recent mastery of his new physique; Aomo thought to use this chance to show his friends his rebirth, but seeing both friends intently staring at the screen, he sighed helplessly.

Demons really aren't as good-looking as horse girls; better wait until those two finish their fight and get surrounded by people before saying anything.

Aomo could be sure that at that time, not many people would be paying attention here either.

Thinking of this, Aomo stepped forward half a step, raised both hands, and patted each of their shoulders:

"Is just watching the screen enough? Follow me."

Having said that, he led the way toward the inner passageway of the training ground.

His gaze had already followed others in a circle before, let alone now, with fellow travelers sharing the same purpose forming a moving line; thus Aomo also walked out with the confidence of a seasoned veteran—yet no one noticed.

Bi Ze and Dawei kept their heads turned toward the training field inside the impact-resistant window, their eyes fixed on the two swiftly intersecting figures.

This unsafe way of moving made Aomo helplessly grab their hands, lest they stumble while walking, and then he heard Bi Ze's comment:

"The purity is really high—no flashy effects when they move, but their silhouettes are too fast to see."

"I can see the air around their weapons twisting and vibrating, and the movements of the horse girl named Caoshangfei," Dawei, who had already been told by Bi Ze on the road who was Caoshangfei and who was Narita Hakujin, added, more surprised by the other, "but the movements of the horse girl named Chengtian Bairen are truly incredibly fast! I originally thought she'd be the weaker one."

After all, it's a naginata versus a knuckleduster—one especially long, the other especially short; this matchup gives the impression of being utterly one-sided at first glance.

But the fact is, Dawei could barely see the movements of the horse girl wielding the knuckleduster!

Is this what horse girls are like?

They don't even look like so-called source energy cultivators—no visible currents or flames, yet they display such incredible speed......

Dawei couldn't help but suspect the other side had also installed a 'siansiweitian' module, with even higher output than his own.

Otherwise, how could his eyes, adapted to his own acceleration, fail to catch the opponent's movement trajectory?

That didn't even look like a burst burst; it was just a constant speed.

Dawei couldn't imagine what she'd look like when she truly burst forth.

"Chengtian Bairen is at least a college division student, and moreover in semi-retired status; even with a weapon disadvantage, she wouldn't quickly become weak..."

Bi Ze, who could barely make out their duel, was pointing and commenting there; Aomo was surprised that he even knew Chengtian Bairen was a college division student and semi-retired—truly, a three-day separation calls for a fresh look—hope it's not that he just happened to see it in some magazine recently.

"At least in combat experience she's completely superior!"

"Why would horse girls have combat experience?" Dawei voiced a question that sounded utterly ordinary at first hearing.

Then it again drew the glances of passersby toward outsiders.

"What's so strange about Martial Arts Faction horse girls sparring to hone their skills?"

One passerby said that while quickening their pace, as if ashamed to be grouped with such ignorant people, yet also wanting to hurry to the entrance.

"Well, as others say, horse girls are currently divided into Martial Arts Faction and Support Faction based on their development path; confirming by talent skill art style makes it quite stable, rarely going wrong."

Turning his head, Bi Ze naturally adopted the passerby's explanation, then looked back at the arena where, no matter how Caoshangfei brandished her blade to attack, Chengtian Bairen evaded with swift and clean movements—of course, he couldn't see it clearly, and even let out a sigh:

"But this really looks exaggerated—I'm starting to think you're messing with me, Aomo."

"Watching live isn't as good as going back to view the big-screen broadcast; at least the high-speed camera does slow-mo processing to ensure I can see clearly."

"You're already at the door—does saying this now even help?"

Aomo, who didn't deny Bi Ze's speculation, swiped the door open; he had actually secretly considered that, given Bi Ze's repeated mentions of his interest in horse girls, if he discovered he couldn't even see clearly the movements of the horse girl he liked, would he be motivated to improve?

The closer the brothers, the less they want the other to completely slack off—especially since this slackness isn't due to any life pressure, just pure laziness.

But when he was the first to step through the open gate, his heart suddenly rose with an inexplicable palpitation.

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What met his eyes was a crowd obstructing the view; what he heard were mostly uniform exclamations mixed with chaotic commentary; Aomo didn't know where this sudden palpitation came from, but he also noticed the card case in his pocket trembling slightly, as if something had stirred it to agitation.

"Shadow! That's the shadow!", "Chengtian Bairen made a move! That's the foreign feeling", "Caoshangfei was suppressed that fast?", "Don't rush, the resilience of the immortal phoenixes through the ages isn't low either."

"Why did you drag us over here just to stand around stupidly?" Not noticing Aomo's oddness, Bi Ze grabbed Aomo and led Dawei into the crowd, thinking at least to find a spot with good visibility.

At the same time, having grown accustomed to that inexplicable emergence that didn't really affect his condition, Aomo reached into his pocket and touched the card case.

It had stopped trembling; if not for a lingering sense of oppression in his chest, the earlier sensation would have felt like an illusion.

Even the feeling of being squeezed by the crowd now made that palpitation seem perfectly natural.

And when he proactively took over from the crowd-pushing Bi Ze's relay, turning his seasoned experience into an unfeeling apology machine to push through the throng, that newly clear premonition finally let him find the direction of everything.

At the moment he was focusing on it, the shadow emanating from around Chengtian Bairen was shattered by her strike.