Chapter 181: Help!

Answering her was Kevin raising the bat again, and an even sharper whoosh.

"Waa!"

Qiana let out a strange scream, and the instinct to survive overwhelmed her confusion.

She scrambled in a clumsy roll to dodge the vertical swing, the bat slammed into the ground, emitting a huge "Clang" that made her scalp tingle.

Just as she tried to get up and run, her hand inexplicably grew heavy.

Looking down, a completely black, weighty bat was suddenly in her hand.

The style… was somewhat like the one the white‑haired man held.

"What is this again?!"

Qiana was on the verge of going crazy, but now was clearly not the time to be picky.

Seeing Kevin's third strike coming fast, Qiana steeled herself, gripped the bat with both hands, and used all her strength to Blocking upward.

Clang—!!!

A larger metallic crash erupted, Qiana's palm throbbed violently, her arms went numb, the bat nearly slipped from her grip, and she was jolted backward several meters, landing hard on the ground.

"Help—!!!"

She finally couldn't hold back and shouted loudly.

This is not training at all; it's murder!

Where on earth did Sheng Fuleiya get such a terrifying training program?!

It seemed her shout triggered something, or perhaps Kevin simply found this low‑level Blocking game too boring.

He paused briefly, lifted his empty left hand toward Qiana's direction, fingers slightly spread.

In Shana instant, the temperature in the Training Room plummeted!

Qiana's breath froze into white mist before her, and in horror she saw countless sharp ice crystals of varying sizes instantly crystallize in the air, centered on Kevin's palm.

Immediately, those ice crystals, driven by some invisible force, grew and merged wildly, and in an instant formed a Giant Ice Cone over two meters in diameter and more than ten meters long!

The cone was crystal clear, its edges glinting with deadly cold light.

Kevin's wrist twitched lightly.

The Giant Ice Cone shot out silently, its speed tearing the air, leaving a white frosty trail that pointed straight at Qiana!

"My god—!!!"

Qiana was terrified, her spirit shattered, and all her Valkyrie bearing and combat skills vanished into the far heavens.

She rolled and crawled sideways, moving at the fastest speed of her life.

Boom—!!!

The Ice Cone skimmed her back and slammed hard into the alloy wall behind where she had just been.

There was no explosion; it was like a red‑hot iron rod plunged into butter, silently embedding deep, leaving only a perfectly edged, bottomless huge hole and thick white ice spreading around it.

The dull thud and violent vibration made the entire Training Room tremble slightly.

Qiana lay on the ground, turned to stare at the terrifying ice hole and the chilling air that almost completely froze the area, her eyes wide and her mouth open enough to fit an egg.

What a huge Ice Cone? This is more than just an Ice Cone!

It's as if a small ice mountain were compressed and thrown as an Ice Mountain Javelin!

If she took a solid hit now, not even this little Valkyrie—let alone an S‑rank Valkyrie—would survive the blow!

The bone‑deep cold for the first time didn't come from the surroundings, but rose from deep within her heart.

This level of power completely exceeded her Cognition of "strength," and even… didn't seem like something this world should have.

She shivered sharply, rolled and crawled to hide behind the massive ice block formed by the Ice Mountain Javelin against the wall.

The solid ice radiated a piercing cold, yet it temporarily provided a small cover.

She cautiously poked her head out from the ice's edge, still trembling, and looked toward the white‑haired demon, ready for the next wave of lethal attack.

However, the anticipated pursuit never arrived.

She saw that the white‑haired man had, at some point, turned around and faced another direction of the Training Room.

And in that direction, another person had appeared at some point.

A gray‑haired, golden‑eyed girl, also holding a bat, expressionless—Xing.

Xing's condition was also strange.

She was in the room a second ago, her consciousness hazy from being knocked out by San Yue Qi's slap, and the next second, a familiar disconnection and weightlessness hit, and she was standing again in this pure white training space, facing that familiar, absurdly powerful white‑haired opponent.

Unlike the first sudden, frantic attack, this time Xing entered the state almost instantly.

Although the thought "why again?" flashed in her mind, her body had already moved first.

Facing Kevin's equally ruthless strike, she misstepped, tilted her body slightly, and swung the bat at a clever angle upward.

Clang!

Sparks flew.

Xing steadily blocked the blow; although her arm went numb from the shock, she was far more composed than the first clumsy attempt.

She didn't try to speak—last experience taught her that in this space, language seemed meaningless and the other party couldn't hear.

The only Rule here seemed to be "Combat."

And Xing didn't dislike combat.

Especially fighting opponents far stronger than herself; although she got beaten badly each time, the feeling of struggling on the brink of death, squeezing out every ounce of potential, and directly sensing her combat skills and reaction speed soaring…

gave her a strange sense of "thrill."

Here, the pain of injury was greatly reduced, yet the gained experience and muscle memory felt incredibly real.

Thus, the moment she evaded Kevin's strike, Xing's gaze changed.

In her golden eyes, a small cluster of focused, blazing flames ignited.

She twisted her wrist, released the force, pushed off with her foot, and the whole body surged forward like a predatory leopard; the bat sliced the air, carrying a whistling wind, and actively launched a Counterattack against Kevin!

Kevin's ice‑blue eyes flickered slightly.

Yes, just like that.

Compared with that weak, fleeing and screaming Simulated Body earlier, this gray‑haired "old opponent" is far more valuable.

Her learning speed is astonishingly fast, her combat instincts are extremely excellent, and each encounter brings new fun.

He no longer paid attention to Qiana hiding behind the ice block, focusing all his attention on Xing Ze.

The bat in his hand seemed to possess life, each strike concise, efficient, fierce, imbued with a killing art honed through countless blows.

And Xing Ze was like a dried sponge, crazily absorbing everything, from initially struggling to parry, gradually predicting parts of attack trajectories, and even occasionally delivering a few threatening Counterattacks.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Boom!

The metallic clash, the crisp sound of Ice Cone shattering…

In the spacious Training Room they intertwined into a ferocious symphony.

【62】 The silhouettes of the two combatants moved as fast as phantoms, the swirling airflow lifting dust from the ground into the air.

The two combatants' silhouettes darted like ghosts, the swirling gusts lifting the ground's fine dust and scattering it everywhere.

Occasionally drifting ice crystals or shockwaves swept the surroundings, leaving fresh marks on the walls and floor.

Qiana hid behind a massive ice block, both hands tightly covering her ears, daring only to expose a sliver of her face, staring in amazement at this completely beyond her comprehension Divine Fight.