Chapter 776: The Real Goods Came Out

Ashen long hair rose in the weak currents among the Bubbles, and the golden little flowers still clinging to the strands were torn away by the flow, their petals scattering into the azure Bubbles and disintegrating in an instant.

Qingque scanned the entire battlefield.

The giant whales were still gnawing at the tree trunks, and the monsters were still gnawing the giant whales.

The hole in the tree trunk that had been blasted out was shrinking at a visibly rapid pace, with wooden fibers sprouting from the edges and weaving together.

"Huh, bring on a big one!"

She raised her right hand above her head.

Her five fingers spread, palm facing upward.

All the Jadeite Cards around her lit up simultaneously, their light extending outward from the faces, forming a continuous azure light screen.

The light screen expanded outward rapidly, centered on her.

Within a few breaths, all the azure Bubbles occupying the narrow space between heaven and earth lit up.

Each bubble's surface displayed the same light pattern as the Jadeite Cards.

Qingque curled her right hand into a fist.

The bright light burst open at the same time.

The entire sea of Bubbles turned in that instant into a war hammer poised to strike.

All the Bubbles surged toward the tree trunk together, enveloping the ashen figure at the center, and poured down overwhelmingly into the rapidly shrinking hole in the trunk.

The golden wooden fibers were torn apart by the impact of the Bubbles, the hole was blown open again, and the mass of Bubbles flooded in like a breached dam, crazily seeping down along the internal grain of the trunk.

Qingque, carried by the Bubbles, thrust back into the giant tree's interior, her sight once again filled with boundless golden light.

The eye‑like buds growing on the flesh wall collectively turned to stare at her, and countless threads shot out from the flesh walls in all directions, stabbing toward her.

She lifted her hand and launched three Jadeite Cards; their faces turned into three streams of light that cleared a path ahead, shattering every thread in their way.

"The second half of the second half."

Qingque brushed the bloodstain at the corner of her mouth onto her shoulder, her emerald eyes dazzling under the golden light, "If I don't flip out your core this time, I will—"

She paused, and the memory of Fu Xuan's embarrassed yet angry face as he bit her tongue flashed in her mind, causing her to swallow the rest of her words.

She accelerated deeper into the void.

Perspective shift.

The sky of the Data Space cracked open.

From one horizon to the other, the dim yellow firmament was crossed by a dozen uneven black fissures.

Along the edges of the fissures churned dark‑purple magical residue and silver‑white void Corrosion marks, the two forces tearing at each other, neither intending a graceful end.

The fissures continued to expand outward at an extremely slow pace, each expansion emitting a low, groaning rumble as if the whole space were moaning.

The once barren yet intact land was now riddled with gigantic pits kilometers wide; at the bottom, unextinguished violet‑black Flame churned, magma mixing with Data debris bubbling and gurgling.

Fragments of stone floated in midair, slowly rolling as if weightless, their surfaces still bearing silver‑white webbed patterns corroded by the void.

This space was a one‑to‑one replica of a barren planet battlefield, which half an hour ago had been smooth enough to serve as a parade ground.

Now it looked as if hundreds of meteors had struck it in succession, then someone had slashed dozens of cuts across it with a blade.

Heimu lay at the bottom of the largest pit.

Her ashen long hair spread among the stones, the tips immersed in a small pool of still‑hot violet‑black magma, scorching the hair edges into a slight curl.

The Witch Hat was nowhere to be seen, and the asymmetrical black Lolita dress had several holes, its lace trim burnt black and shriveled.

A slit opened in the shaft of the right‑leg boot, exposing scraped skin beneath and a half‑damaged black stocking.

She still gripped the handle of the Magic Staff in her left hand, but the crystal at its tip had dimmed considerably, leaving only a small core of faint dark‑purple glimmer trembling feebly.

The most disheveled part of her body was her waist; her outer garment had been torn away entirely, revealing skin covered with a dense, orderly web of patterns, resembling cracks yet also the marks of some parasitic organism.

It was the lingering void Corrosion left by Fenfeng's long sword, slowly spreading; where it passed, the skin briefly lost its color, turning ashen, before being forced back by dark‑purple light surging from within.

The two forces repeatedly tugged at the skin's surface, the visual effect akin to a draft paper being smudged back and forth.

She raised her right hand, fingers spread, and casually waved at the black‑and‑white silhouette hanging in midair.

The motion was so lazy it seemed she was shooing away a guest who had lingered too long and finally should leave.

Fenfeng hovered less than a hundred meters from her.

The black‑and‑white silhouette remained upright and straight, its pure black long sword tip slightly drooping, a white ribbon fluttering gently in the residual airflow; its demeanor was so composed that the battle that had nearly torn the Data Space apart seemed merely a warm‑up for it.

It still bore that upright, almost arrogant posture, the slender pure‑black long sword in its hand with the tip slightly drooping, the silver‑white light flowing along the blade now dimmer than before.

The face covered by white bandages revealed no expression, and the white light blasting through the seams of the bandages was gradually contracting.

The Destruction aura pressing down on her, making it hard to breathe, peeled away layer by layer, like the last foam left on a beach as the tide recedes, finally dissipating into the air like smoke blown apart.

Heimu withdrew his gaze from where Fenfeng had vanished and turned it toward the tattered sky above.

Her lips moved a few times, and a hoarse mutter rose from her throat.

"Damn, how did the real goods get produced?"

It happened very suddenly.

She had actually come to her senses halfway through the battle.

After that slap sent her into the deep pit, the yellow junk in her mind was finally ground down by pure violence, temporarily quieted.

Reason String came back online; she intended to snap her fingers to pause Fenfeng's Simulated Body, but the command vanished without a trace.

The opponent responded with a solid horizontal slash; the sword light brushed her waist and sliced straight through the entire wasteland behind her, cleaving it in two.

She glanced down at the still‑spreading silver‑white Corrosion mark on her waist, then looked up at Fenfeng's eyes, whose fierce white light shone unnaturally through the gaps of the white bandages.

The void waves emanating from that pitch‑black long sword were so intense that they could not be reproduced by any Data simulation; it was true Destruction, the very Extinction Great Lord himself projecting his power across an unknown number of Firewalls.

This had happened before.

When Bai E fought Fenfeng, by the end the opponent also turned into real goods.

She still hasn't fully figured out the mechanism, but it seems that Fenfeng, the battle maniac, carries an innate sensor for anyone daring to replicate his power; once he gets amped, he steps in personally.

But she really didn't want to have a 1v1 Mortal Kombat with Extinction Great Lord.