Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 1069 Target, disproven!
The wind and snow raged, and the air was thick with the scent of blood and fire, like a frozen despair.

Lupercal knelt on the ground, his knees sinking deep into the snow. His helmet was broken, and the display screen was blurry, with only the dying warning constantly flashing on his retina.

Although he still retained the Knight System, his energy was depleted, his defense module overheated and failed, and the EVE bar flickered with the last spark of electricity—there was no part of his body that could still fight.

And before them, the White King, standing silently at the edge of the snowstorm, was already approaching.

With each step, the snowfield trembled; with each step, victory or defeat was decided.

Lupercal knew this was the final act.

"Damn it... has the planner gone mad...?"

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, but he still muttered a curse under his breath, even if it was just to make himself feel better.

"This is the level of strength? Even a top-tier 12-person raid team couldn't take down the first life, and it even comes with its own algorithm and mind reading/writing... This is a level of strength filled in with your feet!"

He barely managed to lift his head, watching the god-like figure gradually approach.

The final stage of the BOSS battle has begun.

The White King stopped and looked down at him. He spoke no words, showed no emotion, and simply lifted his foot, then…

call out--

A horizontal kick, like a thunderbolt, became the ultimate judgment on the snowy plain.

Lupercal's eyes dimmed.

It’s over.

He closed his eyes, gave up struggling, and prepared to accept the impending death screen.

However, the expected cold, mechanical prompts did not arrive as expected, nor were there any interface prompts such as interrupted sound, vibration, or weightlessness.

But...

boom! ! !
A deafening metallic clang rang in his ears.

Lupercal suddenly opened his eyes.

Snowflakes swirled, the countless snow crystals seemingly frozen in time, and before him suddenly appeared a golden-haired figure.

A young man, with his back to himself, blocked the White King's heavy kick, which carried a dark red heat, with only his left arm. In that instant, particles of light and streams of energy converged on his forearm, like holy light enveloping steel, without retreating an inch.

"...Use your physical body to block the White King's attack?"

Lupercal was stunned.

As the top player in the dream world, he knew better than anyone that the density, thermal shock, and impact value of this BOSS's attacks had already exceeded the limits of physical endurance.

But this person in front of me did it with just one arm?
Moreover, he wasn't a system-generated NPC. He couldn't even believe that the kick he had just received, that scorching, lava-like force, had actually been blocked by the opponent with just an arm that was visibly unprotected by any modules.

This guy must be cheating.

He subconsciously glanced at the other person's game ID.

[Player Name: I'm Just a Passing Angel]

The ID was unfamiliar, yet inexplicably gave off a sense of pressure. He had never seen this ID before, so he couldn't help but ask:
"Who exactly are you...? Are you one of the officials?"

The person turned their head slightly, their eyes calm yet tinged with helplessness, as if watching a child being led by the nose by the plot, much like an adult watching their own child "overly immersed in cosplay."

That silly boy, Lupercal, got too caught up in the role.

Xia Xiu silently complained to himself, but he had more important things to do now, so he suddenly exerted force with his right arm and forcefully pushed aside the White King's scorching leg blade that had not yet hit the ground.

"Come on, it's performance time."

At the same time, a cassette was already flipped between his right fingers and inserted into the driver at his waist with the precision of a streak of light.

[Loading complete]

With a crisp mechanical sound, the wind direction on the snowfield suddenly reversed, and the temperature between heaven and earth began to fluctuate violently, as if some higher-level formatting power was being activated.

The next moment, a blinding holy light burst forth from the soles of his feet, spreading upwards along the driver, as if the light of data were peeling away the boundary between reality and dreams. Light particles bloomed from every inch of his skin, then quickly condensed and shaped, constructing a brand new combat outfit.

A suit of armor, almost like a sacred ritual, appeared on his body. It was pure white, without any embellishments, with simple yet extremely imposing lines. His mask was as round and smooth as a church dome, with streamlined sensor devices extending backward on both sides. A golden cross pattern was engraved on his forehead, and a core orb in the shape of a sun was embedded in the center of his breastplate. Around it were light runes that constantly appeared and disappeared.

Symmetrical holy light armor extends from the shoulders, cascading down to the calves like a cloak. The arm guards resemble prayer instruments inscribed with scriptures. Energy patterns intertwine on the backs of the hands and knuckles. Although no wings are visible on the back, the figure still casts a grand silhouette against the snow.

【M——E——T——A——T——R——O——N】

After completing the loading of [Metatron], Xia Xiu glanced down at his knightly attire, which resembled a sacred mecha, and twisted his neck somewhat uncomfortably. Then, he slowly raised his arms, swung them from side to side, loosened his shoulder blades and elbows, and gave a couple of light kicks.

Heavy, precise, but not free.

"This thing is like a limiter..."

He murmured with a sigh that this systematic module, which restricts from the skeletal level, while ensuring stability, was undoubtedly a restrictive constraint for someone like him, a crowned being who had long since transcended the realm of humanity.

More than once, he could feel the extremely high level of coding in his dreams constantly tracking and constraining every bit of his power output.

Mengshen Group knows how to control the situation.

They knew, of course, that if Xia Xiu were to unleash the full power of the Information Integration Body, the entire Dream Engine would likely burn out instantly. That's why they deliberately restricted his information output and encapsulated his power within the cartridge system. By using this gamified approach, they limited his authority, allowing him to participate in the Dream War in a computable manner.

However, Xia Xiu did not show much dissatisfaction.

As long as we win, the process doesn't matter.

Just then, a deep yet deafening roar echoed from the edge of the snowfield, as if thunder had pierced through the framework of a dream!

"Roar--!"

The White King's figure was as tall as a mountain, its face still faceless, yet it exuded an intense aura of pressure; the intense heat from it almost crushed the air itself. The snow beneath its feet had long since melted, and the interplay of heat and cold created an indescribable turbulent flow of energy.

Just then, the battle interface inside Xia Xiu's mask lit up instantly.

Meanwhile, Xia silently felt the output efficiency of his [Metatron] Knight Armor.

Well, it's a bit weak, with only six skills, but it's more than enough to deal with the White King in front of us.

call out--

He heard a booming sound, and the body made of ceramics and bones shattered the ice layer in the wind and snow, and threw a punch straight at his face.

The air instantly shattered into distorted ripples due to thermal shock, and the visible shockwave crushed the snowfield landscape between the two as if it were pressing down on reality, even blurring the boundaries of space in that instant.

However, Xia Xiu behind the mask simply smiled slightly, raised his fist, and smashed it in the face.

boom! ! !
At that moment, a deafening roar seemed to strike the core of the entire dream. The White King's arm twisted and deformed on the spot in the collision of the enormous force. Then, his entire body was hit as if by a heavy hammer, flying dozens of meters and landing at the end of the snowfield, leaving a hot and deep scorch mark!

"Go down."

Xia Xiu stood still, lightly flicked his right fist, and then casually patted the side of his belt.

The cassette ejected, spinning as it spun between his fingers like the finishing touch of some ancient ritual, before he slammed it into the drive.

[SWORD MODE!]

The system's voice message was clear and loud.

In an instant, two blazing flaming greatswords appeared in his hands, and with a flash, like a beam of light leaping across the boundary of reality, he teleported directly to the White King before he could even get up.

—Clang!

The first sword strike had already landed, accurately hitting the newly recovered right arm joint! The White King roared in pain, but Xia Xiu gave him no chance to breathe, his figure close and his sword light following like a shadow, each strike sealing off the possibility of the opponent's next move.

The second strike, to the side of the waist;

The third strike, to the chest;

The fourth sword strike is a diagonal slash above the head;

Fifth, sixth, seventh...

Thirty-six...

Seventy-two...

The flaming sword in his hand transformed into a blazing halo, drawing out rings of raging flames amidst the ice and snow. The intense visual contrast between the flames and the snow wind created a dramatic effect, and each strike produced a sonic boom from the impact of metal and scorching afterglow.

"Qiang! Qiang! Qiang! Qiang!"

The White King's armor was constantly being slashed and knocked away, exposing the dark red energy veins. His body surface flashed with a rapidly repairing red light, but it was no match for Xia Xiu's storm-like offensive.

"howl--!"

The White King unleashed a painful and suppressed growl, the sound waves reverberating across the snowfield.

The earth-shattering roar erupted from the White King's mouth, sweeping across the entire snowfield like a raging torrent. The ice cracked, and the distant mountains roared. In this explosive roar, layers of snow fell from the mountaintops, triggering a massive avalanche that poured down like a white wave across the heavens and earth!

The White King's eyes flashed violently, and the previously restrained golden-red light suddenly expanded, as if the eyes of a god had opened the flames of judgment.

His entire body began to burn at a high temperature, and the surface of his porcelain-like skin cracked, with dark red lightning emanating from the cracks, as if scorching energy was boiling and leaking out of his body.

[Ability Activated: Crimson Acceleration Moment!]

The next moment, his body transformed into an arc of light and charged forward. The force of his punch was so scorching that it caused the air to tremble violently, and he became a blur.

Seeing that the opponent had entered counterattack mode, Xia Xiu immediately slapped the two flaming greatswords in his hands to his waist. The cartridge automatically ejected, and the flaming greatswords disappeared.

"Looks like I need to get serious."

He murmured to himself, then pulled out a new cassette, twirled it gently between his fingers, and slipped it into his belt.

【LIGHT PARTICLE MODE!】

A cold voice prompt rang out from the driver, followed by a pulse of light that exploded from the belt and instantly coursed through the entire body!

Xia Xiu's body was covered with extremely fine light particle patterns, and the blood vessel-like stripes all over his body emitted a pulsating glow. As the light particles flowed, he seemed to transform from a material being into pure energy.

At the same time, the White King pounced down, while Xia Xiu lightly lifted his foot.

"bring it on."

boom! ! !
Two figures burst forth at incredible speed, clashing across the snowfield in the blink of an eye! The avalanche that rolled down like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami seemed to move slowly as a painting from their perspective. Time seemed to be frozen, gravity was stripped away, and billions of tons of snow were suspended in the air, motionless.

In the still, dreamlike avalanche, two figures flashed and crossed paths, fist shadows and foot winds colliding fiercely, scattering shattered light and shock rings in the still snowfield.

Punch, elbow strike, knee strike, back sweep, block, twist, takedown...

Their moves overlapped like mirror images, and even the sound of the wind couldn't keep up with their speed.

But Xia Xiu was ultimately one step ahead.

In a subtle, almost imperceptible gap, he suddenly changed his move, abruptly shifting his right fist from his face to deliver a precise strike.

boom! ! !
The fist slammed heavily into the White King's belt buckle.

A high-frequency, shattering explosion resounded inside the avalanche. The energy core, symbolizing acceleration authority, suddenly went out of balance, and the cartridge ejected on the spot, shattering into fragments of light.

[Enemy's speed boost mode deactivated]

The White King's figure froze instantly, falling back to reality from that high-speed displacement. Having lost his speed advantage, he was powerless to react to the fate that was about to strike him.

Boom——! ! !
Before he could regain his composure, the entire avalanche that had been frozen in place suddenly resumed its flow like a raging tide, with billions of tons of snow surging down and completely engulfing the White King.

soon.

As the avalanche subsided, the raging blizzard slowly ceased at the border of the plateau, and the world returned to silence.

In the midst of the silence, a soft snap was heard.

A flame suddenly burst forth from the thick layer of snow—it was a charred but still burning arm, its knuckles twisted and its skin cracked, yet it stubbornly protruded from the snow.

Immediately afterwards, flames spread, and a figure struggled to crawl out of the snow, as if crawling back from hell to the human world.

That is the King of White.

His entire body was damaged; his once flawless, porcelain-like exterior was now covered in scorch marks and cracks, and the deep wound on his back still bore the burn marks left by the flaming greatsword.

His belt had shattered, fragments scattered on the ground, and the exposed central core was flashing with eerie, distorted aurora at a pulsating frequency.

He was panting, staring into the distance.

On the other side, Xia Xiu had already stood quietly, his figure like a lone peak in the snow, unmoved by even a step.

He lowered his head, reached his right hand into his waist, and slowly pulled out a special cartridge engraved with gold patterns from the loading slot. Its shape was different from that of a regular battle cartridge, with a three-colored halo around the edge. The three dream core colors of red, blue, and white seemed like still and flowing program flames, slowly moving along the edge of the cartridge.

He twisted the cassette between his fingers and inserted it into the drive.

Click——!
【FINAL REQUIREMENT ENGAGD (Final Mode Loading)——】

The driver's internal syllables are clear and steady, and the series of unlocking gear sounds are like a clock turning backward.

Xia Xiu slowly bent down, lowered his center of gravity, and stretched his right leg back, causing the surface of the armor to display shimmering, high-temperature light particles.

The light particles surged through the blood vessels like lava, and the whole body began to release astonishing heat. The ground beneath the driver was lifted up by steam, and the snowfield beneath their feet was ignited, spewing out water vapor.

His right leg began to change color.

It wasn't just simple energy staining, but rather the injection of three dream core cleansing processes—deep red, light blue, and golden white light intertwined on the legs, like a divine blade forged from the fire of civilization.

A sudden clap of thunder echoed across the sky.

Xia Xiu slowly raised his head, his body tensed, and suddenly leaped up!

【SERAPHIC RIDER KICK! ! ! 】

In the air, a pure white figure leaped up, its toes slicing through the sky like divine punishment blades.

Behind him, three pairs of pure light particle wings emerged, like the mark of heaven descending, spreading out in a line from his back. The moment they unfolded, the entire snowfield was filled with white light.

The kick was like a falling meteor, descending from the sky and piercing through the barriers of space.

The moment the White King looked up, the kick was already upon him.

boom! ! !
Like the entire sky collapsing, Xia Xiu, wielding the power of the Tri-Core Cleansing Archangel Knight Kick, slammed into the White King's chest.

Click——! !

"Ahhhh!!!!"

The core within the White King's body directly collapsed, and violent energy surged out like a burnt-out star. The White King let out a roar that tore apart the heavens and earth, and his entire body was as if swallowed by the blazing sun, disintegrating into countless crimson flames and light fragments, exploding into a giant ball of light on the spot.

Xia Xiu didn't look back at the explosion behind him. He slowly stood up and shook his right hand.

"Target, disproven!"