Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 698 Love, Violence, and Fist
"As long as it's usable, it doesn't matter what kind of power it is." Ptolemy's attitude was very clear, and the sword in his hand released a terrifying sharpness. "The more desperately I want to travel with that person, the more deeply this power torments me, but at the same time, it can also become my sharp sword..."

Swish!
Another massive sword aura was unleashed with a wave of his hand. This time, Jiang Si did not hesitate and threw a punch forward to meet the sword aura.

Snapped!
The main body of the sword energy was destroyed, but the dissipated sword energy still left dense, tiny wounds on Jiang Si's body, from which blood flowed.

The injury regenerated and fully recovered the moment it appeared.

Jiang Si tried to use the red thread to split the space again, but as expected, it couldn't be used in the lamplighter's mind.

“You should be hiding in your father’s arms instead of running out to face danger without knowing anything.” Ptolemy pointed his sword at Jiang Si. “However, I did not intend to provoke your father. Tell me what you know about the mastermind behind the web, and I can cut you into a state that is difficult to recover from for a while but not fatal, without killing you.”

Despite this, Jiang Si's smile did not diminish in the slightest.

"I haven't done anything yet, how can you think you've already won?"

Ptolemy said no more. If things didn't work out, then he might as well kill Jiang Si.

Although Jiang Qiang is very strong, and the power of his emotions can even make him comparable to or surpass most world lords, he is ultimately just an individual rather than a world lord who can directly cause huge changes.

Based on this alone...

As Ptolemy pondered, she caught a strong whiff of blood. It wasn't the faint, almost imperceptible scent of blood from her mental image; this was far more intense, immediately noticeable to anyone.

As if the lighter had finally been lit, when Ptolemy realized it, a huge magenta flame shot up from Jiang Si's body.

Her skirt and hair moved without any wind, and although there was no movement, spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the ground beneath her feet, causing it to sink.

what's going on?
If Jiang Si was merely a serial killer with many peculiar methods just moments ago, the feeling he evoked in Ptolemy now was entirely different.

“My dad couldn’t do that.” Jiang Si raised her hand and slowly clenched her fist.

"What are you..."

Before she could finish speaking, Jiang Si threw a straight punch.

The crimson attack was unstoppable, and Ptolemy did not hesitate to counter it with his sword energy, but it was easily crushed. At this moment, Ptolemy felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

It's like a child meeting an adult, an adult meeting a professional fighting expert, and a professional fighting expert meeting Superman.

The sword in his hand was of no use; the red impact struck Ptolemy squarely.

boom!
Blood spurted from his mouth and nose. Ptolemy bowed his head and gasped for breath, staggering but not falling.

"The Lord of the World..."

This Red Thread Killer is actually... the Lord of the World!
Her father never became the ruler of the world, yet she has already reached this level!?
Being able to leave one's own world means that one has at least entered the second stage...

The problem is that she is the ruler of a violent world. This alone makes her no longer an ordinary ruler of the world. Ptolemy had already experienced firsthand how terrifying "violence," which points directly to the origin of the world, would be once it reaches that level.

"Although it was a clever trick, borrowing the legacy of the guy who almost became the ruler of the violent world, I did face some danger in order to contain this power. However, I also found my own method. Rather than conquering with violence, violence really does need to find a 'target'."

Jiang Si clenched her fist with one hand.

"Adam...? He left no trace after his death, so it's because he fell into your hands. But the symbol of violence cannot be easily obtained and controlled by just anyone." Ptolemy was still incredulous.

“But ‘love’ can tame violence,” Jiang Si said casually, her tone even revealing a hint of tenderness. This contrasted sharply with the rising crimson aura emanating from her and the pervasive stench of blood around her.

"Do you have the same emotions and feelings as your father?"

"With the help of 'paper,' my understanding of various things has become much deeper during this period. I also owe a lot to my teacher, who taught me a deeper spiritual and emotional understanding. Of course, most importantly, in this short year, I have found someone who touches my heart and makes me want to love passionately."

Jiang Si's previously pale skin regained its color, making her smile even more adorable.

Her heart began to beat again, her blood resumed circulation, and the breath of life returned. Jiang Si was resurrected from the corpse into a human. At this moment, it seemed as if countless people were roaring and shouting wildly around her, one after another, as a violent will emanated from her body.

Even worse, dark gray flames appeared mixed with the blood-red color.

Hiding it alive!

Having come back to life, Jiang Si instantly pushed open the door, her entire appearance completely refreshed, and all the past events flashed through her mind like a revolving lantern.

The emotional aspect becomes the fuel for love, while the rational aspect, under the influence of death, further summarizes everything from the past, allowing skills and abilities to be further improved.

With all kinds of blessings combined, Jiang Si's essence rapidly upgraded, and her life form underwent a complete evolution.

Faced with this, Ptolemy was already sweating profusely, but her sword, which was pointed at Jiang Si, did not loosen its grip, except for a slight tremor.

“Very good. Do not be afraid of violence. One-sided bullying is indeed a form of violence, but only constant mutual attacks can fuel and promote violence. This arena is the perfect stage for the present.” Jiang Si raised his fist and pointed it at Ptolemy from a distance.

Perhaps by releasing the mental image now, we can escape.

Ptolemy calmly analyzed the situation and arrived at an optimal solution.

Although the mental arena has rules that even she herself cannot violate, she still holds the power to turn off the mental imagery switch.

If she could seize the opportunity to dispel the mental image, she could escape, avoiding the terrifying, violent stitched monster before her, preserving her strength to seek other opportunities to fight back. Or she could simply go back and do nothing, just wait for Lord Eliadodic to handle everything as usual, then walk up to her and say, "I'll leave the cleanup to you," before leaving her with his back turned.

Just like always...

“Violent Human Fist—” Jiang Si said slowly and deliberately. Crimson power gathered around his raised fist, forming a vortex that eventually coalesced into a sphere.

Ptolemy snapped back to his senses and made an instinctive move: the stance of his longsword suddenly became incredibly steady and firm, and then he leaped forward and unleashed a sword strike.

At that moment, she felt as if she had become one with the light of her sword.

"【The Humble Sword】".

Stab! !
Fists clashed with swords, the ear-piercing metallic scraping sound echoing endlessly. Hearts trembled violently, and the ground of the arena was plowed up again and again from beneath their feet, until the entire arena began to collapse.

Until this mental image was completely shattered in the fierce battle between the two.

Jiang Si was somewhat surprised by Ptolemy's counterattack at this moment, but she quickly smiled again: "Love·Evil·Demon·Fist!"

Compared to the violent punches of the human, this punch seemed rather ordinary. But this ordinary punch directly bypassed the sword net, which was full of inferiority and depression yet also full of aggression, and landed on Ptolemy's face.

boom!
"What... what names are these..." In the end, Ptolemy completely lost all his strength, and after uttering a somewhat helpless remark that sounded like a complaint, his body slumped backward.

……

The clash between gold and white was reaching its climax when Eliadodike suddenly faltered, and the Undead King immediately seized the opportunity to point his finger.

Eliadodic's pupils dilated, and he appeared to be fine, but blood was trickling from the corner of his mouth.

"You've let your guard down," the Undying King asked curiously instead of giving chase.

Receiving no answer, the Undying King, however, had his own premonition and turned to look in the direction of the Central Government Building in the distance.

"She has grown up to be very outstanding."

Eliadodic caught his breath and straightened up again: "...She too."

(End of this chapter)