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But just as the star was about to touch her body, the figure that had been passively dodging suddenly stopped.

She looked up, her hair blowing in the strong wind.

Su Yuehe looked at the stars crashing down on her head, parted her lips slightly, and uttered a single word.

"mirror."

An invisible ripple quietly spread out from Su Yuehe as the center. The phantom star that was crashing down with immense force was strangely suspended in mid-air the moment it came into contact with the ripple.

Immediately afterwards, to the astonishment of everyone present, a giant mirror appeared out of thin air in front of Su Yuehe.

The mirror perfectly reflected An Changqing's magnificent star map, composed of countless stars.

"This is……"

An Changqing's pupils contracted sharply.

The next second, the mirror shattered, bursting forth with dazzling light.

The star map in the mirror came to life.

One by one, the false stars broke free from the shattered mirror, carrying an aura completely identical to that of An Changqing's Star Map Domain, and boldly faced the real stars that were falling from the sky.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The entire arena instantly transformed into a battlefield resembling the dawn of the universe, with real stars colliding wildly with their reflections in the mirror, unleashing a blinding light that brought tears to the eyes. In an instant, the entire audience was moved to tears.

The Star Domain constructed by An Changqing is shaking violently amidst this incomprehensible internal strife, showing signs of collapse.

His figure swayed, his domain was forcibly disrupted, and he was immediately attacked by the backlash because his mind was connected to the domain.

He stared in disbelief at the slender figure below. How did she do that?

This is not something that can be easily replicated. The fact that she was able to convert it completely means that she saw through the essence of the star field in just a few minutes and used its power to fight against herself.

Inside the VIP box on the dais, the three men stared blankly at the miraculous scene on the screen, their jaws nearly dislocated.

"I...I didn't see wrong, did I?"

"She...copied An Changqing's domain?"

Nan Dou remained serious: "It's a mirror image."

"She created a mirror world that exists only in the concept. When An Changqing's attack enters this concept, it will generate a mirror image that is exactly the same as it, but with completely opposite laws."

"That's not fair! Why is she such a supermodel?!"

The three people were indignant.

She originally thought her "All Things in the Sky" scroll was already supermodel-worthy.

Because it can depict what the opponent will look like in the future, making the future opponent the enemy of this moment.

Now that's better, she feels that her future self isn't so out of line anymore.

Her ultimate skill became someone else's secondary skill.

On the field, the starlight faded like the tide, and An Changqing's Star Domain completely collapsed in this internal strife.

The fighting spirit in An Changqing's eyes did not die out; on the contrary, it burned even more fiercely.

If the field doesn't work, then use the sword.

Use the purest, and most unpredictable, sword.

"Yuehe, be careful."

He gave a soft reminder, and the next second, the longsword in his hand crumbled inch by inch, condensing into billions of stardust shimmering with a cold light.

These stardust fragments have no fixed shape; they resemble a living galaxy, swirling and dancing around An Changqing.

"go."

With his command, a torrent of billions of stardust instantly activated, weaving a terrifying storm of sword energy that swept across the entire arena, surging towards Su Yuehe in the center from all directions without any blind spots.

There is no fixed trajectory, nor a unified move.

Each stardust is an independent flying sword, their trajectories chaotic, their speeds varying, but their only commonality is their sharpness that tears everything apart.

This was no longer An Changqing's previous upright and magnificent swordsmanship, but rather an unreasonable saturation attack that compressed the power of his domain to the extreme and broke it down into smaller parts.

Faced with this overwhelming offensive, Su Yuehe's expression also turned serious.

"Royal."

An invisible barrier opened up around her, and dense stardust crashed against it, exploding into clusters of tiny sparks and producing a chilling cutting sound.

The barrier trembled violently under the intense strain, its light flickering on and off.

"slow."

She spoke again, trying to slow the speed of the stardust.

However, the sheer number of stardust fragments was overwhelming. Some were slowed down, while many more bypassed that area and continued to fire wildly from other angles.

Su Yuehe's figure began to move at high speed in the arena, each step landing at the most precise moment, narrowly avoiding the densest rain of swords, but her clothes were still cut with tiny gashes.

For the first time, she found herself in such a miserable situation.

"See that, kid?" In Chen Guan's mind, Baal's voice carried a hint of admiration: "This is what a battle should be like. That kid named An Changqing is finally using his brain."

"He abandoned the idea of ​​winning with one move and began to use this sustained high-intensity pressure to wear down the girl's mental strength."

"Although the power of words is strong, each activation consumes a huge amount of mental energy. If her mental energy can't keep up, the defense will collapse."

Chen Guan remained silent, because these two had too many tricks up their sleeves, and he really didn't dare to say anything too soon.

However, he could sense that Su Yuehe's breathing had begun to quicken.

On the field, An Changqing hovered in mid-air, his expression not very good, but his eyes locked onto his opponent like a hawk.

He manipulated every stardust, constantly blocking Su Yuehe's movements, trapping her firmly in the sword net he had woven, waiting for her to reveal the first flaw.

Su Yuehe also understood her situation.

She can no longer continue to defend passively like this.

Her mental strength has indeed reached its limit.

She looked at the figure looking down at her from mid-air, a resolute glint flashing in her clear eyes.

Since we can't defend, then... we should attack.

Use the method you are best at.

She stopped dodging, letting a few stray stardust particles cut her arm, drawing out a few drops of bright red blood.

She raised her head, met An Changqing's gaze, and slowly opened her arms, as if embracing the storm of sword energy that was sweeping in.

Then, she parted her lips slightly.

"Withering away".

There were no earth-shattering phenomena the moment those two words were uttered.

However, those billions of dazzling stardust, each containing the sharpest sword energy, instantly dimmed like a stubborn rock eroded by time for ten thousand years, and then silently weathered away the moment they approached within three feet of Su Yuehe's body.

An Changqing's pupils suddenly contracted.

He felt that his connection with those stardust fragments had been forcibly erased by an incomprehensible force.

Without hesitation, An Changqing summoned all the remaining stardust to his side, where it re-formed into the silver longsword.

The sword's blade shimmered with light, more dazzling than ever before.

He channeled all his power into this final sword strike.

Since scattered attacks are ineffective, let's use the ultimate concentration, with power exceeding the limits of her Word of Power, to decide the outcome with a single sword strike.

"Starfall".

An Changqing's voice was like a divine decree from the heavens.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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