Chapter 190: Keep Fighting!

Xing: "Ah?"

The force of her throw is still lingering, but the person is stunned.

Where's my gun?

My huge, handsome, fire‑blazing gun?!

In the next Shana, in the void before Xilin, another Imaginary Number Void unfolded.

The crimson Flame Gun, keeping its original speed and power, even gained a trace of violet light from a brief Imaginary Number Shuttle, and with a more devious angle swung its barrel as if alive, firing straight at the center of the gradually dispersing ice mist below — the spot where Kevin might be — with a violent blast!

Xilin only then tilted her head slightly, coldly glancing with the corner of her eye at the stunned Xing in the distance, as if mocking his futility.

Immediately after, she raised her slender white right hand, gave a vague grasp to the void that had spat out the Flame Gun before her, then pulled back.

A miraculous scene unfolded:

The trajectory linking the Flame Gun and the void, as if by her pull, compressed from "point‑to‑point" into a violet‑red filament radiating terrifying energy waves!

The Flame Gun's own blaze and the Space Compression force added by the Imaginary Number Void collided wildly within this filament, briefly boosting the strike's power to a terrifying degree!

"Go."

Xilin's red lips part slightly as she releases her fingers.

"Swoosh—!!!"

That violet‑red filament, or rather the highly compressed energy attack, moving at a speed far beyond the previous Flame Gun throw, almost as if teleporting, pierced the air and the ice mist, bearing a scream that could annihilate everything, and shot straight into the ice‑mist's core!

"Boom—!!!"

An explosion louder than any previous collision rang out!

The flame and ice mist, ignited by the compressed spatial force, formed a mingled red‑white energy sphere that then violently burst apart!

The raging flame wave and icy vapor formed a sphere that slammed outward in all directions, even toppling the distant Xing who was fending off scattered Subspace Spears.

The attack still hasn't ceased!

A flash of cold light flickered in Xilin's eyes; the four spiraling ribbons that had been drifting slowly beside her, like decorations, suddenly snapped straight up!

The ribbon tips glimmered with a sharp cold light capable of cutting space; as she raised her hand again toward the explosion's center, the four ribbons, like four living beings, silent yet lightning‑fast, slashed through the lingering vapor, striking Kevin's standing position from four different angles!

This strike is meant as a finishing blow, to tear the enemy apart completely.

The aftershock of steam rages on, the Subspace Spear barrage pauses, and Space Cut has already arrived.

Xilin hovers mid‑air, breathing lightly, her golden eyes fixed on the chaotic core below.

In her view, that white‑haired man first stubbornly resisted the concentrated barrage of Subspace Spears, then was hit by the Flame Gun amplified by his own rebound and Space Compression, and finally received a Space Cut… Even a true Herrscher could not remain unscathed after such a combo.

Yet when the surging steam and flames were forcibly dispersed by some stronger force, the cold arc of triumph on Xilin's face suddenly froze.

Her pupils snapped shut again.

The ground at the explosion's center had become a massive, rim‑melting‑then‑freezing glass‑like crater.

And at the crater's center, a figure stood majestically.

It was Kevin.

His ordinary clothes were torn in many places, especially the back, bearing several obvious cut marks.

Yet the exposed skin showed only a few faint white shallow scars, the epidermis never truly broken.

His right hand rose steadily, five fingers gripping something — precisely the front end of the Flame Gun that should have exploded!

The rest of the Flame Gun, including its raging fire, was now completely encased by a layer of solid ice exuding a chilling aura, forming a strangely shaped "Ice‑Flame Spear".

He actually… caught the space‑compressed, amplified Flame Gun strike with his bare hands?

Even Space Cut struggles to truly wound him?!

Xilin's brows knit tightly, a storm of terror roiling in her heart.

This guy… what kind of monster is he?!

The strength of this body, its control over low temperature, and that immunity to Space Cut…

This is far beyond any ordinary human, even beyond any opponent she knows.

Just as her spirit trembled, Kevin's ice‑blue eyes gave a detached glance at the ice‑sealed Flame Gun in his hand, as if finding it a nuisance.

Then he pinched lightly with his five fingers.

"Click… Bang!"

The Flame Gun, rendered extremely fragile by absolute low temperature, along with its internally solidified fire, shattered like delicate ice crystals, turning into a spray of fine ice‑fire powder that fell softly from his fingers.

In the distance, Xing, who had just risen from the ground and was about to catch his breath after helping Kevin block most of the spear rain, happened to witness this final scene.

Xing: "…"

She opened her mouth wide, eyes bulging, as if unable to believe what she had seen.

In the next second, a shout erupted:

"Ah—!!! My Flame Gun!!!"

Kevin slowly lifted his head, his ice‑blue eyes piercing the thin ice dust, locking onto the slightly disheveled Xilin hovering in mid‑air.

That gaze held no murderous intent, no anger, not even a ripple, only an ice‑cold purity to the extreme,

Yet that inhuman calm made Xilin feel a chill surge uncontrollably from deep within, instantly coursing through her entire body.

It was not a physiological reaction to cold, but a soul‑instinct shiver when facing a natural enemy, an absolute power disparity.

She instantly realized clearly:

Probing, deterrence, petty tricks… are meaningless before this white‑haired man.

Any further hesitation, the next strike, will truly be death!

"Give me… disappear!"

The intense sense of crisis turned into the most ferocious counterattack will.

Xilin flung her arms wide, her golden cross‑shaped pupils blazing brightly!

She no longer calculates meticulously; instead, she pours Authority out like a tsunami!

"Buzz—!"

Dozens, even hundreds of Imaginary Number Voids of varying sizes tear the space and appear simultaneously in front of her, behind her, above, below, and all around!

They, like living purple eyes, rotate in unison, focusing every gaze on Kevin at the bottom of the pit below!

This strike almost drains the spatial stability of a vast area around her, aiming to utterly annihilate Kevin along with the space of that region itself!

However, at the very Shana when all the Voids were about to launch their attack in unison—

Kevin vanished.

It was not a high-speed afterimage.

He simply disappeared from Xilin's sight and perception without any sign, as if he had never existed.

"What?!"

Xilin's mind went blank, and a strong crisis warning exploded in her consciousness like a blast!

Relying almost entirely on instinct, she didn't even have time to think, snapping her head toward the upper right while frantically mobilizing Authority, trying to create a defensive Imaginary Number Void on the right‑upward diagonal—

Too late.

A Metal Ball Club covered in crystalline frost, as if protruding directly from frozen spacetime, already appeared less than half a meter to the right of her head.

The extreme cold radiating from the club's shaft, arriving before contact, instantly froze the edges of the hastily formed Imaginary Number Void!

"Crack!"

Amid the crisp crack, the not‑yet‑fully‑formed Void turned into shattered ice crystals.

And that club, wielding pure force that seemed capable of crushing mountains, under Xilin's sudden head turn and startled, pupil‑contracting stare, kept magnifying in her view—

"Bang!!!"

A dull impact sound so heavy it could stop a heart rang out.

There was no flamboyant energy explosion, no piercing scream of space tearing.

Only the most primal kinetic transfer.

The club struck solidly at the junction of Xilin's right shoulder‑neck and upper arm.