Chapter 82: Successfully Defeated!

She still wears that professional gas mask, hiding her expression, yet in those gold eyes lacking any sparkle, a calm judgment flashes: "Target State: Dizziness, Huge Flaw."

She pushes off with her feet, her body like lightning, instantly lunging to Na Ke Xia's drooping head!

The seemingly ordinary bat in her hand, gripped tightly by both hands, unleashes core waist‑and‑abdomen power, spinning her whole body, merging all kinetic energy with Fusion from the power of the guardians of Beloberg, condensing it at the bat's tip!

"Target: Jawbone. Angle: 45 degrees. Force: Maximized."

Reciting the Battle Parameters in her mind, A Xing swings cleanly and decisively, with great momentum and heavy force!

"Bang—!!!"

The muffled yet resonant impact sounds as if striking a massive war drum!

The bat hits Na Ke Xia's jaw with pinpoint precision!

The vomiting Na Ke Xia feels an irresistible force from the chin, the whole head jerks backward, and the massive body is blasted off the ground by the swing, soaring into the air!

The foul matter still in his mouth, not yet expelled, traces a … in the air

a visually striking arc.

The illusory Health Bar above his head, already wobbling, is punctured like a balloon by this blow, instantly reduced to zero!

"Boom—!"

Na Ke Xia's massive body crashes heavily onto the distant ground, kicking up clouds of dust, shaking the entire arena three times.

He struggles briefly, but cannot rise again; the crimson madness in his eyes recedes like a tide, leaving only utter dissipation and… a hint of relief?

(Perhaps an illusion)

Dead silence (except for a faint dry retching sound from afar).

Then, the system's emotionless Mechanical Voice, like a whistle announcing the end of a match, resounds throughout the space:

【Confirm Target Vital Signs have fallen below threshold. Mental Frenzy State lifted.】

【Anaksgoras, Seven Sage of Divine Insight Tree Court, Founder of Zhizhong School, Golden Descendant of the Rational Flame Seed—has been successfully defeated!】

In the audience, Black Curtain Lady watches the chaotic, "rich"-smelling, unexpectedly successful battlefield, her doll‑like face bearing an indescribably complex expression.

Her mouth twitches slightly, ending in a sigh.

The victory came so… sudden and with a strong scent.

"Strong flavor, no need for extra salt…"

She murmurs softly, a trace of helplessness flashing in her violet‑black eyes.

This way of winning is honestly a bit… disgusting.

She shakes her head, deciding not to dwell on the process; the outcome is what matters.

A Golden Descendant has been successfully Persuaded.

Thinking of that, she feels a bit lighter, instinctively glancing to her side to share this "joy" with Xi Lian.

"Xi Lian should be glad about the partner's liberation…"

She turns her head while thinking, then she is stunned.

The seat beside her is empty.

Her gaze extends to the edge of her 50‑meter range, where a tiny figure with pink short hair lies face‑down in an extremely indecent posture, motionless on the ground.

Xi Lian, the gentle and kind child, couldn't endure the relentless fragrant onslaught, fainted from the stench before the battle ended, never seeing Na Ke Xia's final defeat.

Heimu's mouth twitches uncontrollably again.

She silently snaps her fingers, and a gentle light envelops the unconscious Xi Lian, transporting her back to her comfortable resting space.

She hopes that upon waking, no lasting psychological trauma remains from today's events.

After dealing with the incident, Heimu's gaze returns to the lone figure in the arena.

A Xing still wears the gas mask, standing there, head lowered, gray hair drifting gently in the breeze.

Her posture exudes a calm and melancholy that clashes with the surrounding wreckage…

Is she reflecting on this brutal battle? Or feeling empathy for Na Ke Xia's fate?

Heimu, rarely, feels a hint of curiosity.

She rises gracefully, a faint glow emanating from her feet, precisely avoiding the indescribable remnants on the ground, and approaches A Xing.

"You look… a bit sad?"

Heimu's voice remains calm.

A Xing lifts her head; behind the mask's visor, those gold eyes lacking sparkle gaze at Heimu.

She does not answer immediately, but slowly raises her hand, pointing to the half of a Salty Fish Head soaked in murky liquid nearby, still stubbornly emitting Remaining Might, its voice muffled through the mask:

"Salty Fish Sword… a very important weapon."

Her tone carries an almost mournful seriousness.

"It helped me defeat a strong foe."

"But now, only half remains."

Heimu looks where she points; the half fish head flickers in the filth, its visual impact still strong.

She falls silent; for a moment, conventional comforts like "the old must go for the new" or "weapon wear is a soldier's routine" get stuck in her throat, unspeakable.

Expressing regret toward such a… thing truly tests her cognitive limits.

Just then!

A sudden anomaly erupts!

The half Salty Fish Head soaked in vomit, without warning, slowly… floats upward!

Heimu's pupils constrict, instinctively stepping back half a pace, the invisible Pollution Isolation Barrier around her instantly strengthening.

This thing… could it actually be alive?

A Xing tilts her head curiously; the expression beneath the mask is unreadable, but her gaze seems to hold a hint of inquisitive interest.

Under Heimu's wary gaze, an even more astonishing scene unfolded:

The floating Salty Fish Head, below its broken neck, began to "grow" an entirely new… fish body at a speed visible to the naked eye!

This newly formed part, its color, texture, and even the overwhelming, seemingly physics‑defying immortal stench, were no different from before, and perhaps… even richer?

Just as this Salted Fish fully restored its "completeness," hovering in midair like a truly wind‑dried fish, and gently swaying—

A line of text, flashing Colorful Flashing Light, its font garish, accompanied by a huge emoticon (????), abruptly appeared beside the fish:

【(Sniff) Hmm~!】

【Nine-Nine Completion Rare Item~!】

【Ugh…】

Heimu: "……"

She felt a blue vein pulsing at the corner of her forehead.

Aha! Sure enough, this guy meddled with a kick!

This kind of twisted amusement, aside from that joyous Star God who delights in seeing beings fall into trouble, who else could it be?