Chapter 81: Watch Carefully (Strong Warning!!!)

A Xing very naturally reached into the bracelet on their wrist and pulled out a … professionally styled gas Mask.

Then, under everyone's bewildered gaze, A Xing meticulously fastened the Mask to their face, a light "Click" sound ensuring absolute airtightness.

Bai Hang just loosed an arrow, caught sight of A Xing's baffling gear, and was startled, even the twang of the bowstring lagging half a beat: "A Xing? You…?"

A foreboding feeling rose in their mind, not from Na Ke Xia, but from A Xing's calm demeanor that screamed "I'm about to pull a big stunt."

Everyone: "???"

In the audience, Xi Lian blinked bewilderedly.

Even Heimu, who had been calmly watching the battle, paused slightly as the finger ready to trigger the Creation Engine, and a flash of astonishment crossed their violet‑black eyes.

The next moment, the mystery was revealed.

With the gas Mask on, A Xing made no pause, reaching again into the bracelet that seemed to hold many "good things."

This time, what they pulled out made the air in the entire System Space seem to solidify.

It was a … fish.

A fish that had weathered ages, its color a chaotic gray‑brown, its form shriveled and twisted, the eye sockets reduced to two hollows, its body faintly surrounded by an almost visible, distorted air "aura"—a Salted Fish!

Bai Hang was the closest to A Xing and the extracted Salted Fish.

They had been fully focused on Na Ke Xia, but their nose suddenly caught a sharply penetrating … "Pioneer aura."

What a smell that was!

It wasn't a simple rotten fishy stink; it seemed to condense countless uncleaned fish‑market corners from many summers, blended with the complex, time‑aged "rich aroma," and a single whiff set their keen sense of smell off the highest‑level alarm!

Just a hint of the top note made Bai Hang's whole fox‑fur feel like it would explode!

Their beautiful azure eyes widened to a rolling circle, filled with extreme terror and a physiological repulsion alarm!

"Wait … A Xing, don't—!"

Before the warning could be spoken, A Xing had already fully taken it out.

And with that action, the dormant Salted Fish seemed infused with life, a massive aura exploding like a supernova burst!

"Hum—!"

As if one could hear the very Space being polluted!

"Ugh—!"

That smell hit their olfactory nerves like a solid hammer, crushing them, and instantly pierced the physiological layer, striking deep into their consciousness!

They felt their stomach as if gripped by an invisible hand, then violently flipped!

Everything collapsed in that instant!

"Pfft— cough cough! vomit—!"

In the end they couldn't hold it, bending over on the spot and vomiting violently, the snack they had eaten turning to nothing in an instant.

However, this was only the beginning.

The Salted Fish's "majesty" acted like a self‑aware source of Spiritual Pollution, spreading rapidly and instantly enveloping the entire arena!

In the audience, Xi Lian at first only wrinkled their petite nose and, puzzled, said, "It seems … a bit strange smell …"

Before the words finished, the "essence" of that smell crashed onto their senses like a tsunami!

"Wuwa—!!"

Xi Lian's small face instantly shifted from pale to blue to green; they sprang up from their seat, covering nose and mouth, retreating backward like a startled rabbit!

"So, so stinky! What is this!?"

Instinctively they wanted to flee, but despairingly recalled that their movement range was limited to within fifty meters of Black Curtain Lady!

They could only be forced to stay at the edge, like an innocent little beast trapped in a poison‑gas chamber, face full of terror, tears nearly choking them, stamping helplessly in place, wishing to bury themselves in the ground.

Chang Ye Yue's ever‑sinister smiling face froze completely the instant the smell struck.

Their crimson eyes contracted sharply, almost reflexively stepping back several times, clutching mouth and nose hard, a muffled voice issuing from between the fingers, twisted and urgent: "Cough cough! Sorry, madam! I have to leave now!"

Before the words finished, their figure flickered and vanished on the spot.

And Black Curtain Lady…

Well~, after all she is Heimu, the embodiment of Emperor III.

In almost a tenth of a second, data streams frantically flickered in her non‑glossy violet‑black eyes!

"Olfactory perception unit, forced shutdown!"

A series of silent commands were issued within her core.

A Barrier rose around her, isolating the pervasive smell for the most part.

Although she could still vaguely sense that soul‑corroding "presence," at least it prevented the physical reactions like those of Bai Hang and Xi Lian.

Her expression returned to a blank stare, yet those eyes fixed rigidly on the … unremarkably terrifying Salted Fish in A Xing's hand.

A storm of turmoil rose within her mind:

"What is … this?!"

Because she was so focused on the Salted Fish, she even temporarily ignored Xi Lian, who was beside her enduring a "torture," pitifully looking at her.

The situation on the field underwent a revolutionary reversal after A Xing pulled out that legendary Salted Fish.

Bai Hang bent over, vomiting so violently that even the millennia‑old Xianzhou ceremonial etiquette seemed to be spewed out, their pretty face turned deathly pale, azure eyes brimming with physiological tears, barely supporting their body with an energy bow to avoid collapsing completely.

Their sole thought now was to get as far away from this "polluted" ground as possible.

And Na Ke Xia, once wildly invincible, under that soul‑piercing "fragrance" became a massive body stiff as stone, the gaping mouth forgetting to close, crimson eyes left with an almost pure bewilderment.

They seemed briefly "stink‑awakened" from that scholar's madness?

In this bizarre still frame, A Xing, wearing the gas Mask, calmly observed the situation.

Thus their gaze locked onto Na Ke Xia's still‑gaping maw.

They thought, what a coincidence, you have a mouth, I have a fish.

Eh? I have a plan!

(Caution: watch the following scenes carefully!!!)

It's like seeing a perfectly open trash can; not throwing any trash into it would simply violate some of her principles.

So, while everyone was still stunned, A Xing raised his arm, his movement as precise as if rehearsed thousands of times; the Salted Fish, exuding an immortal aura, traced a precise—yet scented—parabolic arc, and with a Pop! sound it hit the target dead on!

Half of the Salted Fish, bearing its lifelong "glory" and "sediment", plunged straight into Na Ke Xia's throat!

The other half, due to inertia, pitifully dangled at his mouth, swinging twice as he subconsciously closed his lips.

Na Ke Xia's hollow gaze drifted downward, as if wanting to see what had entered his mouth.

Then, driven by a chewing reflex, his tongue and jaw muscles involuntarily… took a bite.

"Crunch…"

The sound of a tiny, dry, hard object being crushed.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

The next second—

On Na Ke Xia's muscular, line‑etched face, as if a palette had been tipped over, a flash of shock, disbelief, excruciating pain, and a complex expression that seemed to glimpse the ultimate truth of the universe swept across in an instant!

(The truth of the world, I have uncovered it!)

It was an ultimate reaction that transcended madness, transcended Rage, purely born of a living being's instinct, to the "flavor" of that direct charge toward the Heavenly Spirit Dome!

"Ugh— eaa—!!!"

His massive body shuddered violently, unable to stay upright any longer; he slammed his head down and began vomiting even more fiercely than Bai Hang!

Mixed with the "essence" of the Salted Fish, it poured out like a breached dam!

And this vomit, combined a second time with the remaining Salted Fish, produced some wondrous chemical reaction…

Or rather, it's a stench stacking effect!

The already "concept‑level" foul odor now seemed infused with a berserk attribute, its concentration and lethality soaring exponentially!

Even the surrounding glowing flora withered rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye!

"Uh...!"

Bai Hang, who had just caught her breath, was hit again by this upgraded "toxic gas", her vision went black, and she almost vomited again.

She could no longer care about her appearance; rolling and crawling, hurrying, she scrambled toward the audience area, flickering as if "phasing" out, just to escape this nightmarish central zone.

"I... I can't... the arena... leave it to A Xing..."

Her weak voice drifted in the air; she had completely withdrawn from the battle lineup.

And at the very moment Na Ke Xia's gate flung open, defenseless!

A Xing moved!