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Chapter 239 Seven-Game Winning Streak

Wang Xi looked at the man in blue standing quietly not far away, a thoughtful expression on his face.

It seems……

In the future trajectory of the Mysterious Realm, Mei Yanxi will also become a formidable powerhouse... but in the end, she will not escape the fate of demonization and will become like her junior brother Zhang Fuyun.

In this disaster simulation, Mei Yanxi's strength was significantly weakened by the system, and she was only given a bronze-framed, three-star rating.

Snapped!
At this moment, the actress in green took out a folding fan, flicked it away, and instead of looking at Wang Xi, glanced at the empty space to the side, seemingly gazing at something in the distance.

She sang mournfully:
"The sound of the gong has not yet ceased, the people weep; the dance of rainbows and flowing robes will never again bring peace. The makeup and adornments of yesteryear, once a symbol of prosperity, have turned into bloodshed, and demonic blades have brought calamity upon the people—"

Mei Yanxi paused briefly, her gaze slowly settling on Wang Xi: "Who can understand the emotions in this broken body?"

"Please don't be offended, sir. It's just death."

Having said that, the actor pushed off with his feet, leaving a trail of blue afterimages, and in the blink of an eye, he crossed dozens of meters and arrived in front of Wang Xi, smashing his folding fan down on his head.

A strong wind was howling.

Wang Xi stood still and didn't move, only raising his hand and waving it lightly.

—"The Dance of Fish and Dragons in the Sleeves"

Wow!
An air burst suddenly appeared.

Mei Yanxi's attack suddenly stopped, and then she was blasted away by an invisible force.

With a flurry of movements, the actor adjusted his posture in mid-air, then suddenly stepped on the ground, shifting his entire body to the left and right, striking again as if by lightning.

But Wang Xi seemed to have been prepared. He raised his five fingers and clenched them together, and the magic threads had already woven a net that blocked the opponent's path.

——"Thousand Machine Heavenly Net Puppet Register"

A few hissing sounds.

Mei Yanxi's attack was thwarted once again. Her blue robe was torn, and she was like an insect caught in a spider web, bound in mid-air and unable to move.

Wang Xi remained calm and made a sword-finger gesture.

—"Ode to the God of Shadows: Mountains of Corpses and Seas of Blood"

Swish!

Three dark red flying swords suddenly appeared above his head, arranged in a triangular shape.

"Go," Wang Xi said softly, making a sweeping gesture with his sword.

shhhhhh!
Mei Yanxi was trapped and had no way to escape. He could only watch helplessly as three flying swords pierced through his brow, throat, and heart.

Blood splattered, and Mei Yanxi's eyes became empty.

Plop.

After the magic threads were removed, his body fell from mid-air and scattered into a patch of data points.

"Congratulations to student Wang Xi for defeating the simulated disaster core."

Time taken: 28 seconds.

"You have passed the first disaster response challenge."

Points earned: 2.

"We're setting up your next battle..."

It only took a few seconds.

Wang Xi then saw that the data points in the distance converged to form a female silhouette.

"Hmm?" He looked slightly taken aback.

This was another familiar face, the kind you know all too well—the woman had delicate features, dark eyes, long, flowing flaxen hair, and wore a gray silk dress.

She wore a pair of sparkling glass slippers, and a small gray mouse sat on her shoulder.

'Godariel?'

Wang Xi was surprised.

"Simulated Disaster Core - Cinderella - Godariel (Mirror/Neutral/Superior 4-Star/Hero)"

drip.

Electromechanical sounds echoed in the analog space:
"The second scenario, a simulated disaster: Cinderella."

"Originating from the fairy tale series of mazes, the Two of Spades 'Cinderella'. This disaster core data is recorded from five years ago, during the Orange Catastrophe that occurred in the Eastern Continent's Treasury City, at energy level 76."

"The simulated disaster core has been weakened by 50%."

Wang Xi carefully observed Godalier not far away.

Compared to the timeline in which he arrived, this Cinderella seems to have experienced and grown much more—both the mouse on her shoulder and the glass slipper on her feet give Wang Xi a sense that she is not simple.

However, his strength was halved by the system.

"The essence of natural magic lies in creating life, but all the life I cherish has withered away..."

Godaril's voice was cold and indifferent, completely different from the girl Wang Xi remembered.

The other party is clearly Cinderella who has become stronger and turned evil.

"Then let the whole world be buried with us."

As soon as she finished speaking, she summoned a broomstick from her hand—made of withered wood, gray-black in color, with a raven skull and a piece of a desiccated index finger hanging from the handle, emanating an unsettling aura amidst swirling black mist.

Wow! !

Three thick, brown vines, as thick as buckets, burst from the ground, their surfaces covered in sharp thorns, writhing and coiling like giant pythons, lifting Godalier into the air more than ten meters high.

The vine split open at the tip, revealing a man-eating flower-like mouth with sharp teeth, and suspicious slime dripping from its bright red petals.

"The hunt begins," Godariel said coldly.

Three giant vines attacked Wang Xi simultaneously, creating a whistling sound.

Wang Xi narrowed his eyes.

He has a lot of experience dealing with Godalier.

Compared to its own mysterious deck, the fairy tale deck is clearly more advantageous.

Bear!
A burning crown appeared on its head, while a huge incandescent cloak unfurled behind it.

Wang Xi leaped into the air, dodging the first wave of attacks from the vines.

Wang Xi stood in mid-air, took a deep breath, and as his magical power surged within him, he opened his mouth and spat out a breath towards the vines—

boom! !

The "dragon's breath" formed from snow and flames transformed into a blazing white pillar of fire, pouring down on the vines.

Hiss--

The vines shrieked as they were ignited, writhing wildly as if alive. The snow-like flames spread rapidly, enveloping the three vines in pale fire, and even reaching towards Godariel in mid-air.

Cinderella took a step out of thin air and, with the help of the wind elemental, flew backward through the air. However, her sleeve was still grazed by sparks from the snow flames, leaving a charred mark.

hum!
She raised her staff, touched her wrist, and chanted an incantation, attempting to cast a healing spell.

Emerald light flickered at the wound, but it could not dispel the corrosive effects of the snow flames—Wang Xi's "Incurable Burn (Mark)" had been triggered, and the healing-preventing effect rendered any means of recovery ineffective.

Godariel made a quick decision, abandoning any attempt at healing and instead unleashing a powerful wind spell.

"Wrath of the Wind!"

Driven by magic, the raging wind elements transformed into several tornadoes, each over ten meters high, which swayed and undulated as they approached Wang Xi.

This not only obstructed Wang Xi's view, but also restricted his space for maneuver to some extent.

However, this was of no use to Wang Xi.

He closed his eyes, his primordial spirit spread out, and after a scan, he quickly and clearly outlined Godariel's location in his mind.

At the same time, the "Swimming Fish Marking Ink" was quietly activated, with yin-yang fish swimming through the storm and leaving ink marks.

next moment.

Just as the tornado was about to engulf Wang Xi, he took a step forward, and his figure disappeared from the spot, instantly appearing behind Godariel.

"caught you."

Wang Xi's voice rang in Godalier's ears, and his right hand was already gripping her neck.

Snapped!
Cinderella's expression remained calm throughout, her dark eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

She moved her lips slightly, silently chanting a spell.

bass! !

A jet-black vine burst forth from the ground beneath his feet, like a black spear piercing straight into Wang Xi's heart.

This attack was clearly Cinderella's life-saving magic, enough to kill the opponent once they got close.

But an oval ice shield instantly rose up on Wang Xi's chest, blocking the fatal blow.

Boom—crash!
The ice shield shattered.

The splashed ice crystals that touched Godariel instantly turned into snow flames and ignited her.

Cinderella has no way to turn things around.

"Where has my prince gone..." Godariel murmured softly before disappearing into white light as data.

Wang Xi withdrew his hand.

I stood quietly in place.

"Congratulations to student Wang Xi for defeating the simulated disaster core."

Time taken: 56 seconds.

"You have passed the second disaster challenge."

Points earned: 4.

Current total points: 6.

"Do you want to continue the challenge?"

Wang Xi cracked his neck and said without hesitation:

"continue!"

drip.

A mechanical voice sounded:
"We're setting up your next battle..."

...

...

Followed by.

Wang Xi activated the BOSS battle mode, fighting four more battles in a row without stopping.

The results of all four matches were without any suspense.

Complete victory.

The weakening effect of the simulated disaster core gradually decreased, while its strength continuously increased. It went from an initial bronze-framed upper-tier three-star to a silver-framed upper-tier five-star.

Wang Xi also discovered that these simulated disaster cores all originated from the bottom-ranked mazes... but they had all caused orange-level disasters in the Nine Continents of Mountains and Seas, with increasingly higher energy levels.

"Congratulations to student Wang Xi for achieving a six-game winning streak."

Current total points: 32.

"Do you want to continue the challenge?"

Wang Xi took a deep breath: "Continue."

"The seventh disaster simulation is about to begin."

"We're setting up your next battle..."

Not long after.

The data streams converged again.

Wang Xi was eagerly awaiting his next opponent when he unexpectedly discovered—

This time it's Mei Yanxi again.

But unlike Mei Yanxi before, the man in front of him was dressed in a blood-red theatrical costume, with strange makeup on his face, a dot of cinnabar between his eyebrows, and holding a blood-stained longsword.

"Simulated Disaster Core - Blood Guanyin - Mei Yanxi (Mirror/Neutral/Title 2-Star/Elite)"

"Seventh event, simulated disaster core: Blood Guanyin."

"The simulated disaster core has been weakened by 30%."

Mei Yanxi's strength has directly reached the second star of the bronze frame title, making her a seasoned "Taiyu" level combatant.

And it is the same as Wang Xi's current rating.

Wang Xi's expression turned serious.

This mirror image's strength is already close to 70% of its original power. Moreover, he had never heard of the title "Blood Guanyin" in the Mystic Realm before—it was most likely a title that Mei Yanxi acquired in some future timeline.

It sounds complicated.

"When will this cycle of revenge end..."

Mei Yanxi's operatic singing was melodious yet icy, carrying a chilling calm: "How about blood for blood, a knife for a knife—"

Before the lyrics were even finished, a sudden change occurred.

Without warning, Mei Yanxi's entire body transformed into a blood-red afterimage, rushing straight towards Wang Xi.

He seemed to have no legs, gliding and sliding in a ghostly manner that defied the laws of physics.

The sound of clapping wooden clappers echoed from all around, accompanied by a dense, tangible pressure of bloodlust.

The afterimage arrived in an instant!

Clang! !

Without any unnecessary probing or feints, Mei Yanxi flicked her wrist, and the ancient, blood-stained longsword suddenly slashed through the blood.

The sword strikes weren't just simple slashes and thrusts; instead, they transformed into a blood-soaked storm that blotted out the sky. With lightning speed, it completely sealed off the space around Wang Xi!
As the sword flashed, one could hear the chilling chant from the opponent: "The sword draws forth a rain of blood from Fengdu—ten thousand points of cold blades slash away on behalf of heaven—"

The high notes in the opera singing were deafening.

It can even damage one's primordial spirit.

Wang Xi immediately focused his primordial spirit within his inner vision, while simultaneously making a fist with his right hand. A dense cloud of blood ink suddenly condensed in his palm, transforming into a blood sword. Clang!

Clang clang!
The two swords danced like twin wheels, their shadows clashing fiercely!

In an instant, a deafening cacophony of impacts, like a torrential downpour striking a golden plate, erupted. Each collision sparked a shower of sparks, and a visible gust of wind swept wildly around the two individuals.

Every time Wang Xi parries, he launches a counterattack with "Insight," which stems from the "Mind's Eye Sword (Mark)."

However, Mei Yanxi seemed to be impossible to target, always managing to avoid her by the slightest margin.

His movements have reached a level of unparalleled skill.

And there is a high probability that they will possess the same dangerous senses as "Intuitive Imprint".

This is a great cultivator...

They exchanged nearly a hundred blows in an instant.

Mei Yanxi seemed to realize that he could not kill his opponent with swordsmanship alone, so he flicked his wrist and deflected Wang Xi’s blood sword at a tricky angle. He then took advantage of the momentum to twist his waist and turn around, and stomped his toes in mid-air.

boom--

A fierce back kick, imbued with immense magical power, tore through the air, creating a muffled air explosion, and slammed into Wang Xi's face.

The power of this kick far surpasses the rain of swords from before.

However, Wang Xi's reaction was also quick.

The moment the warning came from "a sudden flash of inspiration (brand)," he had already raised his arm and waved it.

—"The Dance of Fish and Dragons in the Sleeves"

As his magical power surged, Wang Xi forcibly shifted the violent energy, which was powerful enough to shatter rocks, and slammed it into an empty space not far from him.

Boom! !
A deep, thunderous roar exploded in the air.

The shockwave from the explosion spread in all directions.

Mei Yanxi missed her kick, so she simply used the force to fly backward like a kite with a broken string.

At the same time, four scarlet banners suddenly appeared behind him—the banners fluttered in the wind, each one embroidered with a hideous ghost face, displaying joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, exuding an indescribable sense of evil and madness.

As the four ghostly faces appeared, tears of blood streamed down Mei Yanxi's face.

He hovered in mid-air like a ghost, flicking his right hand.

The flowing sleeves of the blood-red theatrical costume suddenly extended as the magic was activated, transforming into a blood python that lashed out!

"The cries of the wronged souls within my sleeves have not yet ceased—let us see how many times the world laughs in vain—"

His shrill singing came from mid-air.

hum-

Faced with this fierce spell, Wang Xi dared not be careless and directly used "Ice Coffin (Mark)".

Click! !
Almost the instant the flowing sleeves were about to strike him, a heavy ice crystal coffin rose from the ground, freezing him instantly.

Boom! !
The scarlet ribbon, like a whip that cleaved the heavens, lashed heavily against the azure ice coffin.

The impact produced a loud bang.

The sound of metal clashing echoed throughout the entire simulated space.

Wang Xi's eyes were deep inside the ice coffin.

Even through the thick layer of ice, he could clearly feel the terrifying shockwave from the blow.

If it were an ordinary titled student, taking this hit would probably have caused them to explode into a bloody mist and die on the spot.

Seeing that their attack had failed, Mei Yanxi, who was in mid-air, along with the four ghost-faced flags behind her, simultaneously revealed a look of mad rage.

He opened his mouth and sang again: "The solemn Dharma image suppresses the calamity—with four faces and eight arms, I testify to my path—"

The light suddenly dimmed.

A deeper, more powerful aura suddenly descended.

A huge phantom appeared behind Mei Yanxi. It was a Guanyin phantom, three zhang tall, whose body was made of viscous blood and white bones.

This Guanyin statue is not kind and compassionate at all; instead, it is full of ferocity and malevolence.

It has four sides—the front is majestic and menacing, the left side is an angry-looking Vajra, the right side is filled with sorrow, and the back has a sinister smile;

Furthermore, it has eight thick, muscular arms, each wielding a variety of instruments of torture—a cleaver with a blood-soaked groove, a spiked mace, a rusty bone-crushing hammer, and a chain claw dripping with black blood.

'Inner landscape and outer appearance...is this the outward manifestation of Mei Yanxi's Dharma?'

Wang Xi said secretly.

At this moment.

"Death to you, evil creature!"

Blood Guanyin's eight eyes simultaneously locked onto the azure ice coffin below, and her eight arms rose together, frantically smashing down the instruments of torture.

boom! boom! boom!
In an instant, a violent explosion occurred where the ice coffin was located, with deafening roars that seemed to stretch on endlessly.

The Blood Guanyin's eight arms turned into afterimages.

The brutal sense of oppression was astonishing.

Inside the ice coffin, Wang Xi's body swayed violently with each heavy blow. Even through the thick layer of ice, the continuous tremors made him feel a tightness in his chest and a sharp pain in his internal organs.

Finally, cracks appeared in the ice coffin.

And the cracks are increasing.

Even Wang Xi's defenses were struggling to withstand it, which shows how strong Mei Yanxi's Dharma form is in direct combat.

Wang Xi realized that continuing to defend in this one-sided manner was not a solution.

—"Fish swimming on inkstone (branding)"

A flash of ink appeared on the left index finger.

A pair of ink-wash yin-yang fish were launched silently and swam a hundred meters away in an instant.

next second.

Wang Xi removed the ice coffin.

Almost at the same instant the ice coffin disappeared, a huge bone-crushing hammer slammed down on the spot where he had just stood, producing a deafening roar.

Wang Xi, however, appeared in an open space a hundred meters away as if by teleportation.

He successfully created distance.

Wang Xi pulled out a toy wooden sword and slashed it at Mei Yanxi's real body from a distance.

——"The Playful Sword"

Suddenly, a pale sword light was unleashed by Wang Xi.

In the blink of an eye, the sword light wriggled and transformed into a giant whale made of white bones!
The sword strike that Wang Xi unleashed from afar was the amplified effect of the "Childlike Sword" enhancing the "Shadow God's Gift of Corpse Mountain and Blood Sea".

Through the amplification of "imagination," the sword's edge transformed into this giant whale of bones.

Boom! !
The giant whale fell like a meteor, carrying immense force, crashing down on the illusory image of the Blood Guanyin below.

Blood Guanyin raised all eight arms, attempting to hold up the sky and block this terrifying blow.

However, the moment of contact was devastating.

Click! Click! !

The sounds of bones breaking and instruments of torture shattering mingled together.

The force of the crashing whale exceeded the limit that Blood Guanyin could withstand. Her five blood-red arms twisted and broke like withered branches, exploding into a rain of blood.

Mei Yanxi felt as if she had been struck by a heavy blow and let out a muffled groan.

Blood flowed from his seven orifices, and the four ghostly faces of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness on the four flags behind him twisted in unison, all turning into expressions of agony.

Wang Xi's offensive did not stop.

He made a hand gesture and chanted a spell, mobilizing his own magical power to use the "Shadow God's Mantle of Corpse Mountain and Blood Sea" once again.

This time, however, the "Blood Sea Sword" is being used with full force.

buzzing-

A series of sword cries rang out.

Above Wang Xi's head, dark red blood ink gathered wildly, transforming into hundreds of flying swords of varying lengths.

Each one exuded a sharp, murderous aura.

They hung high together, their sword tips pointing directly at the severely injured and vomiting Mei Yanxi.

"go with!"

Wang Xi pointed his sword.

Swish swish swish——

Hundreds of blood-ink flying swords transformed into deadly crimson meteors, tearing through the sky and relentlessly shooting towards Mei Yanxi, whose clothes were stained with blood.

Mei Yanxi was suffering a backlash at this moment, her aura was disordered, and her Blood Guanyin appearance was severely damaged, making it difficult to control.

Faced with the onslaught of "blood-soaked sword rain," he could only desperately dodge using his eerie and elusive movements.

*Sizzle! Pfft!*
Despite his blurry figure and ghostly speed, he was still wounded in such a dense rain of swords.

Seven or eight tragic blood flowers bloomed instantly on Mei Yanxi's body; her arms, shoulders, ribs, thighs... were all pierced.

The tattered costume was stained even darker red with blood, making it look gruesome.

But he did not fall.

Mei Yanxi's eyes, blurred by blood and tears, stared silently in Wang Xi's direction, her lips still uttering lyrics mixed with blood and foam:

"The Terrace of the Underworld... a heavenly staircase... I sing... then... no one responds..."

His voice was hoarse and intermittent, yet it carried a chilling madness.

Wang Xi's pupils shrank.

The "Inspirational Sign" has once again issued a warning, this time far more severe than before.

Mei Yanxi kept urging her magic power, blood flowing from her seven orifices. The remaining three hands of the Blood Guanyin were clasped together in front of her chest, and the other hand was in the gesture of holding a flower.

The four faces, which had been contorted with pain and rage, instantly transformed into expressions of compassion and kindness.

hum-

A dazzling, ever-expanding crimson halo instantly appeared behind Guanyin's head.

Immediately afterwards, endless blood light, like a raging red sea bursting its banks, surged and spread in all directions from the center of the blood Guanyin statue.

Wherever the halo passed, space twisted and boiled violently, as if it wanted to completely dissolve and devour everything.

'Is this a spell that results in mutual destruction?'

Wang Xi knew things were going badly.

Without the slightest hesitation, he made his escape.

call out!
His figure vanished instantly, using the yin-yang fish ink marks he had just quietly laid out to teleport directly to a kilometer away.

But almost at the same instant his figure flickered and disappeared, a devastating tide of crimson light swept over.

And it's very fast.

Wang Xigang had just teleported away to a distance of one kilometer when the bloody light caught up.

In the blink of an eye, they were right in front of each other.

'The area is too large to dodge...'

Wang Xi was surprised.

He had no choice but to use the "Ice Coffin (Mark)" again, freezing himself in place while simultaneously channeling all his magic power.

An endless tide of crimson light, like a raging torrent, crashed violently against the newly solidified ice coffin.

hum-

Rumble, rumble——

In just one glance, the ice coffin shrouded in blood-red light was covered with cracks, like a piece of porcelain about to crumble.

A blinding crimson light flooded the field of vision, and a deafening roar of terrifying energy echoed continuously, as if countless vengeful spirits were screaming in unison.

This tremor far exceeded that of the previous ones.

Time seemed to freeze.

I waited for a full ten seconds.

The ice coffin shattered and melted into a pool of blood.

Wang Xi walked out and let out a long sigh.

Even after a kilometer, the ice coffin couldn't withstand the bloody light. Fortunately, it ended in time, otherwise he would most likely have been seriously injured.

Although the simulated space is immortal, Wang Xi is pursuing a winning streak and does not want to admit defeat.

Looking around, the original location of Meiyan Creek, a kilometer away, is now completely empty.

Only a few scattered data points.

"Amazing……"

Wang Xi looked at the spot where Mei Yanxi had disappeared, slightly out of breath, his face showing some fatigue, but more so a sense of having met his match.

"Unfortunately, it is not the true form after all."

Almost the instant his words fell, a cold, mechanical electronic voice resounded in the simulated space:

"Congratulations to student Wang Xi for defeating the simulated disaster core."

Time taken: 354 seconds.

"Congratulations to student Wang Xi for achieving a seven-game winning streak."

Points earned: 10.

Current total points: 42.

"Do you want to continue the challenge?"

(End of this chapter)