Chapter 791: General Qing's Battle 2

Dark red threads emerged from every eye on the flesh wall, like countless feelers drifting in the air, layered upon layer, weaving an endless, boundless net.

Qingque's gaze pierced through those threads, seeing the scarlet eyes—every eye on the flesh wall, big and small, shallow and deep, all staring at her.

Millions of them, each pupil locked onto her.

These eyes continuously tracked her movement path.

Where she is, those eyes look there.

The threads surge toward that spot.

Several times she nearly got hit, because those eyes had pre‑Locked her target position before she changed direction, and the threads were already waiting there.

Thanks to the domain she had opened earlier.

Qingque silently thanked herself in her heart for her on‑the‑spot performance.

At the moment she activated that domain, her perception precision of the space upgraded from a "high‑definition map" to a "holographic scan."

Every inch of air flow, even the eyelid muscle contractions each eye makes when it turns, all this information continuously poured into her Taixu Sword Heart, then transformed into intuition she could comprehend.

Otherwise she would already be Qingque meat paste.

"Ace versus ace, huh," Qingque said softly, the corner of her mouth lifting slightly.

In a fraction of a second, she processed every thread's position and velocity, attack trajectory, possible change of direction, then assigned a countermeasure to each thread.

The Jade Cards swarmed wildly within her perception range, moving so fast that the naked eye could only see streaks of azure after‑images.

They moved like a startled school of fish around Qingque, each positional shift precisely blocking a thread's attack path.

One Jade Card was placed three inches in front of Qingque's left shoulder, and a thread shot from the darkness struck the card's surface.

The metal collided with the thread, sparks scattering; the thread was so fine it was almost invisible, yet the impact force caused the Jade Card's surface to erupt in a ring of azure ripples.

Another Jade Card looped behind Qingque, blocking the second thread above the back of her head.

The third blocked at the side of her right knee.

The fourth blocked beneath her left foot.

Dozens of Jade Cards simultaneously collided with threads at various spots, the exploding azure sparks weaving a constantly flickering light net around Qingque.

Qingque herself stood at the center of this light net, her movements so fluid as if she already knew each attack's position; she turned, bowed, lifted a leg—each motion perfectly causing the fatal pierce of the threads to be blocked by the Jade Cards.

Her posture was so elegant it didn't look like a life‑or‑death battle.

If anyone else were present, they'd probably be stunned; this usual card‑playing, fish‑catching king of Tai Bu Si moved so fluidly that any Cloud Cavalry instructor would drop to their knees on the spot.

Her ash‑gray long hair, with each spin and sudden stop, arced differently in the air; the thin veil of her skirt lifted with every change of direction, revealing the mist‑gray over‑knee stockings on her left leg.

Her expression was focused yet relaxed, brows slightly furrowed, the corner of her mouth still bearing resignation.

But as time passed,

Qingque eventually discovered the problem.

The threads she Blocking didn't vanish; after being deflected they floated in the air for a while, then were re‑absorbed by the eyes on the flesh wall, only to emerge from another eye to attack her again.

This cycle had no end.

Although her Jade Cards were empowered by Patrol Hunt energy, theoretically allowing infinite multiplication, each time she was distracted to generate new Jade Cards, she gave those threads an opening.

The more troublesome part was Bubbles.

Qingque dodged while scanning the surroundings with her peripheral vision.

She was now inside the body of a Shuhuo giant tree; this place was essentially a separate world.

All around—up, down, left, right—were golden flesh walls, covered with raised vein‑like patterns, beneath which thick golden liquid coursed.

The scarlet eyes were embedded in the flesh wall, some as wide as a millstone, the smaller ones packed densely together like fish scales.

The space itself quivered slightly, the flesh wall contracting and expanding like the innards of a colossal beast.

Far above her head, a slender fissure stretched—a gap she had torn open when she broke through earlier.

The edge of that fissure was slowly healing, held open by her Bubbles, preventing it from fully closing.

The problem lay right there.

The Bubbles she used to prop the fissure were isolated outside.

When she broke into the Shuhuo body, she did bring some Bubbles with her, but compared to the ocean of Bubbles covering the entire world outside, those she carried were mere specks.

Now a ridiculously thick flesh wall separated her from that massive fortune.

Qingque's current situation was like someone entering a mall with ten thousand yuan, only to find their bank card locked and just twenty yuan cash left in their pocket.

Each time she used Boundless Myriad Blossoms to convert the opponent's power into her own Bubbles, it was like meticulously buying a morsel of food with those twenty yuan—insufficient to starve her, but dreaming of buying the entire mall with that amount.

"Need to find an opportunity."

Qingque muttered to herself, stepping on a Jade Card to slip through the gap between two threads, while simultaneously flicking five Jade Cards backward to nail five pursuing threads into the flesh wall.

The nailed threads thrashed wildly, like snakes with their heads held down; the eyes on the flesh wall simultaneously emitted Rage‑filled low growls, the sound echoing from all directions, making Qingque's eardrums itch.

She needed to open a channel between the inside and outside.

To let the external swarm of Bubbles surge in.

As long as she could tap that power, she'd have enough Bubbles to eat this damned tree from the inside out.

But the core monster had clearly sensed her intent.

Its actions began to become targeted; previously its attacks were spread all over, pressing from all sides, trying to overwhelm her with numbers.

Now its attacks focused on a specific direction—upward.

The monster erected layer upon layer of thread defenses between her and the fissure, the threads so densely woven they formed a near‑solid wall, sealing off the path to the fissure.

Moreover, it began actively contracting the space.

The flesh walls squeezed inward at a visible speed; each inch they compressed shaved an inch off Qingque's range of motion.

The eyes embedded in the flesh wall were pressed even tighter; some even protruded from the wall, hanging by a slender eye stalk, like shelled eggs wobbling.

Qingque clenched her teeth.

This guy still has a bit of brains, huh.

Suddenly, Qingque felt their body go weak, and instinctively lowered their head to glance at their waist.

The left half of their waist was gone.

The edges of the wound were scorched black, with no bleeding, because the blood vessels had been instantly sealed by the high heat.

One could see the internal organs still wriggling inside, and we were wrapped in a thin cyan-gold light membrane—that was the Patrol Hunt power automatically protecting the body.

Qingque's mouth twitched.

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