Chapter 431: The Power of a Master

Just as Wang Yu was distracted by the old man's "Master," the black-clad woman slashed off the giant's massive head, formed from the Earth Man.

This surprised Wang Yu.

Such a huge opponent—even with his cultivation-grade body, using the "Drawblade Art" would still be difficult.

After all, the Drawblade Art relies on speed and precision; simply slicing the blade through the giant's neck was no simple feat.

At that moment, the headless giant on the ground, seemingly lifeless, suddenly sprouted a furious human face from its chest; its massive body rolled over and rose into a half-squat, arms lashing out with vicious wind, two enormous hands slamming down like colossal stone walls.

The black-clad woman's face flashed with icy resolve; she plunged her sheathed longsword into the ground, drew a deep breath, and a series of crisp, firecracker-like cracks erupted within her body—her form swelled violently, transforming into a miniature giant nearly ten feet tall.

Breath Method!

Wang Yu, witnessing this familiar scene, was startled.

He had passed the Black Tiger Breath Method to the base and knew someone would eventually master it, but he never expected it to happen so soon—or by a woman.

The enlarged black-clad woman stomped one foot, launching herself like a crossbow bolt, instantly closing the distance to the headless earth giant.

An unbelievable sight appeared.

The black-clad woman merely shifted her body, and a gentle wind spontaneously surged around her; her figure vanished within the wind, as if she had merged directly into it.

The next instant, a piercing screech erupted.

Across the giant's body—from chest to abdomen, thighs to feet—dense clusters of blue fist shadows appeared simultaneously, covering every inch of its surface, as if it had been struck by hundreds of blows in a single instant!

"Boom!"

Explosions ripped across the giant's body; earth tumbled down, stones flew in all directions, and in an instant, the massive earth-and-stone form shattered completely into dust and debris.

"Whoosh."

A gale swept through the center of the dust, revealing a mound of earth and stone the size of a small hill.

Atop the mound, the black-clad woman stood pale-faced, her enormous body wrapped in black cloth radiating thick white steam—as if an internal furnace burned within her—while one hand gripped a unconscious white man.

The man was tall and thin, clad in strange silver clothing, torn and battered as if brutally beaten.

Wang Yu watched this scene, his pupils contracting slightly.

"Henry."

The winged boy in the sky, seeing this, cried out and swiftly pulled a giant handgun, nearly a foot long, gleaming silver, its barrel enormous, directly aiming at the black-clad woman below.

"Kid, I advise you not to do that—or I'll have no choice but to kill you with one arrow," rumbled the warrior man high above, his massive bow already drawn.

The bowstring emitted an unusual white glow; the bronze arrow nocked upon it crackled with faint electricity, its tip rapidly splitting and reshaping into an extremely sharp drill, spinning faster and faster until it became a blurred vortex, emitting a piercing screech.

The bronze arrow pointed directly at the winged boy's position.

As soon as the warrior's bronze arrow targeted him, the boy felt a sharp pain on his forehead, as if something solid had been pressed against it; his face paled, and he finally lowered his silver pistol's muzzle, no longer aiming at the black-clad woman.

The boy could only turn his gaze toward the blonde woman, hoping the strongest team leader would quickly defeat the gray-robed old man—only then might they still have a chance to win.

The blonde woman had floated five to six meters into the air, her body mostly covered in silver-white lightning, even her facial features flickering with electric currents, faintly forming a lightning mask; her two arms continuously hurled spears of condensed lightning toward the gray-robed old man.

Each lightning spear, the moment released, instantly appeared before the gray-robed old man, moving so fast the naked eye could not track them.

Yet the gray-robed old man still kept his hands behind his back, his feet unmoving, effortlessly dodging every lightning spear; his once-smiling face now held a hint of seriousness, his previously cloudy eyes had turned crystalline, each pupil now flanked by a second, fainter pupil—his eyes had become bizarrely quadruple-pupiled.

After two more lightning spears were dodged, the transformed blonde woman seemed truly enraged; the lightning mask on her face twisted into a human-like expression of fury, and with a thunderclap, she vanished in a flash of lightning.

The next instant, another thunderclap echoed behind the old man.

The blonde woman reappeared, her entire body wreathed in lightning; she shook her shoulders, and six arms of silver lightning coalesced behind her, striking simultaneously at his back.

"Boom!"

From the palms of the six phantom lightning arms, countless arcs erupted, weaving into a vast, shimmering net of electricity that completely engulfed the gray-robed old man, leaving him no escape.

The gray-robed old man sighed, a look of helplessness crossing his face, murmuring, "Why must it be this way?"—then his body blurred as he turned around.

He stepped forward in a single stride, instantly appearing before "Helena," one arm reaching out, his fingers somehow resting upon her arm crackling with lightning; instantly, a smell of burnt flesh filled the air.

But the next instant—"Thud!"

Helena spun violently, head over heels, crashing to the ground, landing on her backside, legs in the air, her face still showing no sign of comprehension.

The massive lightning net hovering above her instantly dissolved and vanished.

The old man stepped back lightly, smiling at Helena as if nothing had happened, utterly unconcerned by the charred mark on his hand.

"Impossible."

"Helena" finally snapped back to awareness; the lightning mask on her face twisted into a furious scowl, and with one hand slapping the ground, she surged upright in a flash of lightning, her electric aura now three times stronger than before.

But before she could strike again, the gray-robed old man casually stepped forward once more, his arm drifting out to rest once more upon her arm.

"Thud."

"Helena" was thrown onto her back again, completely ungraceful!

The old man stepped back again, still smiling at the blonde woman.

Wang Yu, watching from afar, was deeply moved.

He himself could not comprehend how the old man had thrown her down—it seemed as if merely touching her finger had caused her to collapse on her own.

"Boom!"

At the spot where Helena had fallen, countless lightning arcs crackled and flashed; with a thunderous roar, a thick bolt of lightning shot skyward, flickering several times before the blonde woman reappeared, hovering eight to nine meters above ground, her eyes fixed on the gray-robed old man, revealing for the first time a deep sense of caution.