Chapter 521: No Love for Battle

Jiantong Shen'er stood at the doorway for a long while, and there was no movement inside.

He pressed his ear to the door panel and listened—there was no sound at all.

Those two people couldn't possibly be doing something inside, could they?

His complexion grew increasingly grim.

"Hey! Tohsaka! Fujimura! You—"

Before he could finish, a faint whooshing sound came from behind.

Jiantong Shen'er didn't even register what it was, but his body seemed to have the worst luck—at that instant, he instinctively tilted his head to the side.

"Swoosh—!"

A black, sharp object whizzed past his ear and, "Bang—" with a sound, nailed into the door panel before him!

The whole blade sank into the wood, leaving only a short tip protruding and trembling slightly.

Black Key.

Jiantong Shen'er's eyes widened to the limit, his pupils shrinking to needle points.

He opened his mouth, a dry "uh" coming from his throat, and then—

"Damn—!!!"

The scream burst straight out of his throat!

His legs went limp and he dropped into a squat.

But that squat actually saved his life.

A fist brushed his crown and slammed down, "Bang—" striking the door panel already pierced by the Black Key!

Wood chips splattered!

The whole door was dented with a fist-sized crater, cracks spreading outward like a spiderweb!

Jiantong Shen'er squatted on the floor, looking up at the dent, then glancing at the tall black figure standing behind him—

A black priest's robe, an expressionless face, those eyes lacking any spark like two dry wells.

Yan Feng Qili.

Jiantong Shen'er opened his mouth again and again, not a single word could come out.

His mind went blank, only one thought echoing wildly:

(Who is this person?! Why are they trying to kill me?! Who did I offend?!)

Yan Feng gave him no time to think.

A kick flew out!

"Bang!"

Jiantong Shen'er slid several meters across the hallway floor, his back slamming into the wall before he stopped.

He opened his mouth, spitting out a mouthful of black blood, his chest heaving violently, his ribs throbbing with piercing pain.

Pain.

Too much pain.

But stronger than the pain was Rage.

Rage that covered the heavens and earth!

Jiantong Shen'er braced against the wall and pulled himself up, his whole body trembling.

Mad flames burned in his eyes, fixed on that black silhouette.

"You... you bastard..."

His voice was hoarse, with an uncontrollable tremor.

Blood droplets from his mouth fell onto the white tiles, blooming into a glaring flower.

"Do you know who I am?! Do you know what the Jiantong Family is?!"

Yan Feng turned, his expression blank as he stared at him.

That gaze held no emotion, as if looking at an inconsequential piece of trash.

Jiantong Shen'er's Reason String completely shattered.

He raised his right hand, three Command Spells on the back of it bursting forth with dazzling violet‑black light!

"Berserker—!!!"

Violet‑black mist exploded out of nowhere!

Between Yan Feng Qili and Jiantong Shen'er, a massive silhouette was coalescing!

The mist seemed alive, spiraling and expanding wildly, then snapping shut—

A dark‑purple demon god materialized in the center of the hallway!

Dark‑purple armor covered its entire body, a snarling outline like a demon crawling out of hell.

A V‑shaped crimson light flared, like a demon's stare.

Purple‑black flames lapped around it; wherever the fire touched, the wall tiles began to crack, the overhead fluorescent tubes "Pop Pop" exploded, and shards of glass scattered everywhere!

The entire hallway trembled!

Yan Feng's pupils narrowed slightly.

He hadn't fully turned when the massive fist slammed toward him!

Instinct!

Yan Feng's body moved faster than his mind! He jerked aside sharply—

The fist brushed his shoulder and struck the wall!

"Boom—!!!"

The entire wall was smashed straight through! Brick and stone fragments flew everywhere, and dust billowed!

Through that huge opening, one could see the desks and chairs in the next classroom being ripped apart by the shockwave!

Yan Feng hit the ground, his right hand already gripping three Black Keys.

He didn't hesitate; with a flick of his wrist, the Black Keys flew from his hand!

"Swoosh swoosh swoosh!"

The three Black Keys traced three black streaks in the air, stabbing straight at the Berserker's face!

The Berserker didn't dodge.

It didn't even raise a hand to block.

The Black Keys pierced its body, emitting three crisp "ding ding ding" sounds, and then—

They bounced off.

Leaving only three faint white marks on its dark‑purple armor.

Yan Feng's eyebrows twitched.

The Berserker raised its massive fist and slammed down again!

This time its punch speed was faster than before!

The gust of the punch roared in, carrying force enough to crush everything!

Yan Feng didn't meet it head‑on.

He pushed off his feet, his whole body like a black swallow, sliding beneath the massive fist!

His body skimmed the ground, and he could clearly feel the punch wind sweeping over from above, raising a wave of scorching air!

As he slipped past the Berserker's side, three more Black Keys appeared in his hand, thrusting straight under its ribs!

"Ding ding ding!"

They still bounced off.

Yan Feng's complexion finally showed a hint of change.

(This monster… its defense is too strong.)

The Berserker turned, and the V-shaped Red Light Lock locked onto him.

Yan Feng wasn't eager for a prolonged fight.

He stepped back two paces, then—

Turned around!

His whole body like a drawn arrow, surged toward the window at the end of the corridor!

"Bang—!!!"

The glass shattered!

Yan Feng's figure vanished beyond the window, only a few shards of broken glass glittering in the sunlight.

Jiantong Shen'er leaned against the wall, panting heavily, watching the vanished silhouette, then glancing at the massive dark‑purple demon before him.

A twisted smile slowly spread across his mouth.

"Ha… ha ha… hahahaha…"

Perspective shift.

The wind on the rooftop was strong.

A violet‑haired girl stood by the railing, hands on the rail, a smile at the corner of her mouth, looking down at the shattered window and the faint screams from below.

Her long purple hair fluttered in the wind, her blue‑black attire matched with her delicate features, exuding an eerie beauty.

"Not bad, not bad~?"

Corrupted Aili Xiya murmured softly, her voice carried away by the wind.

"Everything is in place, so… how should we develop things in an interesting direction next?"

She tilted her head, those elf‑like pointed ears glimmering faintly in the sunlight.

At that moment—

A strong gust surged from the side!

Ailixiya didn't look back, only turned her head slightly.

A baseball bat brushed past her ear, whooshing through the air, then curved behind her—and flew back again!

Ailixiya turned around, her smile deepening.

"Oh my! You really can't hide, huh?"

She looked at the gray‑haired figure not far away, her tone tinged with a coquettish scold.

"If you have a bit of patience, perhaps there could be another ending~ Am I right, dear A Xing?"

A Xing stood at the rooftop entrance, holding the baseball bat that had just flown back.

No expression crossed her face.

Her gray‑gold eyes were hollow like two dried wells, yet deep within them something burned—not flame, but something colder.

She was in a bad mood today.

She wanted to eat mapo tofu this morning, but found the shop closed.

That Yan Feng fellow disappeared somewhere, making her run in vain—three points of displeasure.

She searched the school for ages, not even catching a glimpse of Huo Huo.

Where on earth did that fox hide? —five points of displeasure, totaling eight.

Then she saw the person before her.

Long blue‑purple hair.

Orange‑red eyes.

That face exactly the same as in Memory.

Ninety‑two points not happy.

Cumulative 100.

In A Xing's mind, those images suppressed deep in Memory began to surge.