Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 288.018. The Power of the Tree Maiden
Not afraid of fire?

Jin Ziyue frowned, watching the changes continue to occur on the woman.

Ming's pretty face, figure, fair wrists, calves, and other parts were covered with charred bark that had peeled off, revealing newly grown skin and flesh. Her tattered clothes also seemed to be made of special plant material, as they were able to shed burning pieces to fill in the gaps in her fair skin.

regeneration?

Even in reality, he would find it difficult to deal with an opponent of this caliber. Now that he hasn't even awakened his life force, can he really handle it?
The woman tugged at the vine in her hand, which snapped in the air with a loud crack, and slowly walked forward.

Jin Ziyue sensed the vines behind him coming back again. He did a somersault to dodge the attacks from the left, right, and diagonally in front of him. He dared not be careless for a moment and fled as fast as he could.

"Trying to leave? Do you think you can escape!" she shouted, and the vines of the third firepower circle were fully activated. This time, they did not come from underground, but extended directly from the surrounding tree trunks. These vines were not as thick as the eight black scale vines, and their flexibility and extensibility were slightly inferior, but they were more than enough to hinder Jin Ziyue's movements.

Jin Ziyue maintained his usual composure. The vines attacked from different directions one after another, their trajectories gradually becoming clear, like lines of fire, slowing down and taking shape in his retina.

This is?

Jin Ziyue's mind raced, trying to dodge the vines' hooks with minimal effort.

He crouched low, leaned forward, slowed his pace, and turned sideways. His movements became increasingly skillful, and although his speed was affected, he was still able to escape the encirclement of the vines.

Suddenly, Jin Ziyue's eyelids drooped. A sharp premonition came from behind him. The sudden sense of crisis left him no time to think. He turned around abruptly and swung the fruit knife.

He had just turned his head when he smelled a fragrant breeze, and Ming's emerald green hair half-covered her face as she arrived in an instant.

Just as the woman swooped down to the bottom, in that moment of hesitation, she released the momentum, her right hand poised behind her, gathering all her strength, gripping a spiral spear made of twisted vines, with thorns coiled around its shaft.

Jin Ziyue glanced at it and noticed that the gun had a gothic color scheme.

The gun's name is "Black and Red," a gun woven from black death thorns and crimson roses.

Seeing that Jin Ziyue had reacted without fear, Ming suddenly attacked with a black gun shadow, accompanied by petals. The sharp gun intent pierced through the air and aimed straight for Jin Ziyue's heart!
Jin Ziyue's pupils dilated. The trajectory of Ming's spear and the spiraling black leaves and red flowers slowed down before his eyes. One attack after another returned to its origin, releasing energy as a life-ordaining phrase. The fluctuations of [Tracing the Origin] spread wildly, helping him to perceive that tiny point in an instant.

The sliver of hope, amplified by the power of "tracing back to the source," led Jin Ziyue to unleash a powerful, unwavering attack with his fruit knife.
boom--

The metal dagger struck the tip of the 'black and red' spear. The spear tip, forged from plants, did not have the texture of metal. On the contrary, this material had an extremely strong ability to absorb force. The force of the strike was like a mud ox sinking into the sea, and it was impossible to transmit the shock to the user's hand.

In contrast, "Black and Red" did not have the indomitable spirit of "one shot piercing through a thousand armies". It was precisely because the point of force was blocked, which restricted the angle of the shot, that Jin Ziyue was able to cough up blood and fly out.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be a tremor in the internal organs, but a bullet piercing the heart.

Ming stopped her attack, held the gun in one hand, pointed it at the heavily injured Jin Ziyue, raised an eyebrow, and said:
"You dare burn me? I'm really angry."

The vines intertwine and use tall trees as stakes to surround the entire park, like a gladiatorial arena that appears out of nowhere.

This completely cut off Jin Ziyue's chance to escape.

"What do you say? You can't escape, and you can't beat me. Just try to please me, and maybe I'll take you in if I'm in a good mood?"

Ming extended her index finger and tapped her lips in the air. A hint of pink quietly emerged, darting nimbly around the corner of her mouth before gradually revealing a brazen and dangerous smile.

Jin Ziyue spat out the excess blood and foam from his mouth and stood up, supporting himself on the horizontal bar beside him.

The woman before him was outrageously strong, possessing extremely high combat skills, an almost unscrupulous ability to regenerate plants, and the ability to manipulate vines and other plants. If the NA organization was full of strong individuals of this caliber, then he himself would indeed have had little chance of winning.

but.

You can never predict the outcome of a match without trying.

He was panting, barely managing to straighten his back.

"Oh? You still have fighting spirit." Ming seemed to have calmed down from her anger and looked at the young boy in front of her with great interest. Like a newborn calf, his half-closed eyelids were unusually full of flames of rebellion.

"Then let me see just how capable the person the boss has been so eager for is."

Ming shook her head, lifted her long hair from her shoulder with her left hand and flung it out, the emerald green flowing like water. With her right hand, she swung her spear forward, signaling "Bring it on!"

Jin Ziyue silently focused his energy on guarding his dantian, barely maintaining an excited state of preparation within his frail body. The strange vision he had experienced earlier returned.

Jin Ziyue mentally rehearsed several moves, but the conclusion he reached was that they were not easy to master.

The "Tracing the Source" within his body became increasingly active, contracting and expanding like irregular curves, slowly swimming out of the body and gathering in Jin Ziyue's pupils.

This is the application of the principle of "tracing back to the source" under a vow.

In this strange vision, like an X-ray, we bypass the skin and look directly at the source of power.

Jin Ziyue could sense Ming's power flowing through him, continuously emanating from a part of his body, continuing along the meridians, and finally reaching his limbs and bones.

Tanzhong point.

There, a tiny dot, the size of a mung bean, was faintly throbbing.

"Where are you staring at?" Ming misunderstood Jin Ziyue's gaze.

She smiled charmingly, leaned forward, placed her left hand in front of her, and gently hooked her index finger around the edge of her collar, slowly lowering it, revealing a more conspicuous section of her fair skin.

Jin Ziyue lunged forward, his eyes bloodshot like a desperate fugitive.

Ming pouted, and almost at the same time as releasing her left hand, she charged forward to meet the attack.

As soon as the spear was drawn, the surrounding vines moved swiftly alongside him, like eight dragons taking flight!
Compared to him, Jin Ziyue appeared weak and outnumbered. He gripped an inconspicuous fruit knife tightly in his backhand, leaping and bounding to dodge the first vines, stepping onto one, then leaping again as the vine swayed, jumping onto another, and running along the palm-width vines, constantly shortening the distance between him and Ming.

This daring move surprised Ming quite a bit. There was no foothold in the sky, and once she was tied to the vines, the outcome would be immediately decided.

He is indeed very agile; it is quite remarkable that such a small body can support such physical strength.

Thinking it over, Ming swung her spear in a circle, one hand in front of the other, until she came in front of Jin Ziyue. Her thrust was as accurate and ruthless as an arrow released from a bow.

Using the force of the twisting vines, Jin Ziyue rushed into the woman's shooting range, holding his short blade level as if to meet the attack.

Suddenly, he used the fruit knife like a dart, throwing it fiercely and hitting the gun barrel precisely. With a muffled thud, the knife bounced off.

The force of the blow bent the spear shaft at an angle. Jin Ziyue, who was still leaping down in mid-air, kicked the nearest vine to change direction, quickly took a step, kicked the spearhead a second time, and then kicked the spear tip a third time, completely neutralizing the spear thrust.

At the same time, slippery as a monkey, as if he had slipped and fallen, his feet hooked up and he got caught on the thorny spear. He fell to the ground and groped and snatched the fruit knife from the ground.

What's going on? Lost a knife? And picked it up? Are you out of your mind?

Ming felt the weight of the spearhead and finally snapped out of this rogue-like fighting style. With a swift thrust, he slammed Jin Ziyue to the ground. The eight vines, like eight hands, slowly closed in, pinning Jin Ziyue down.

ended.

Mingxiang.

Suddenly, a silver light shot out from the gap where the eight vines met. Due to her limited vision, Ming did not notice it at first. By the time she realized what was happening, the small fruit knife was safely embedded in the center of her chest.

P.S.: I originally had three more chapters of Tree Girl saved up, but I messed up Sister Ming's writing, it was terrible, so I deleted and rewrote them overnight, and started over the weekend, working overtime to write this chapter.

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