The villain, caught in a chaotic situation, only wants to boost his popularity.

Hundreds of "meteors" carrying scorching heat waves crashed down on Mu Jing like a torrential rain.

He abruptly sheathed his sword, and the violently spinning ground beneath his feet caused his body to sway uncontrollably for a moment, as if it were about to throw him violently into the boundless void.

The next second, he suddenly leaped up.

In the void, he drifted like a kite with a broken string for a few seconds.

"【Deviation】!" he shouted sharply, seizing the opportunity.

A blinding white light flashed, and he staggered to the ground on a tiny plot of land barely big enough for one person to stand on.

He stood with difficulty on the cold rock surface of the miniature plot, his whole body like a stubborn reef against a raging whirlpool, barely anchoring his body.

But the pursuit did not stop.

"boom--!"

Hundreds of "meteors" crashed into the ten-meter-wide patch of ground where he had just been standing.

With a deafening explosion, the solid rock instantly turned to dust.

The debris scattered like stardust in the void.

The meteor shower did not stop after missing its target; it merely adjusted its arc slightly and continued to hurtle toward Mu Jing with an even sharper whooshing sound.

In the distant void, the woman stood still like a deity, her seven-colored longsword shimmering with an eerie light.

"What a troublesome fellow!" She looked at Mu Jing, who was dodging like a trapped beast, and a cold smile appeared on her lips.

"In that case," she said, before she could finish speaking, she suddenly swung her longsword.

The next moment, the entire sword, from the guard to the tip, shattered with a crash.

Thousands of fragments of varying sizes, with razor-sharp edges, floated in the air.

"【Spirit Blade Thousand Blades】!" she shouted in a low voice.

All the fragments simultaneously reversed their direction, aiming the thinnest and sharpest edge at the mirror.

Then--

It burst forth with a roar!

Meanwhile, in the [real-world comment section], a dense flood of comments poured in like a tide:

"A sudden change in art style! Has Xiaoqiong turned to the dark side?!"

"A Thousand Blades of Spirit Blade! This is the true face of a Tier 0 weapon in this version!!"

"I understand that turning evil triples the power, but using the Mirror Realm Labyrinth as an armory is just too overpowered, isn't it?"

"Good heavens, is she the hidden mastermind? Lao Jing retreated faster than a rabbit!"

"This scene is giving me the creeps! Can Haki Mirror really survive? Those who read the original work, come out and analyze this!"

"In the original work, Takari died at least ten times before winning. Given the current situation, even Prison Mirror doesn't see a sliver of hope, does he?"

It's not without reason that viewers lack confidence in Mu Jing.

In the original work, in this storyline, no matter how many times you roll, you die at least ten times before you finally win.

That is why the original Sora route is also known as the "Partner Route".

This experience left a deep scar on Eagle.

From then on, she dared not look directly at Qiongren, and until the end of the original work, she always treated the soft and cute Qiongren as her older sister.

Mu Jing ignored the comments and his muscles were taut like a fully drawn bowstring.

Just as the "meteor" was about to touch the ground beneath his feet, he leaped up again, a flash of white light, and landed on another ground a little further away.

His movements were as fast as a blur, yet he was still fraught with danger. The flames grazed the hem of his clothes, and charred fragments of fabric fell to the ground.

"Twenty meters to the left..."

"Thirty meters ahead..."

"Thirty meters to the right..."

He kept chanting directions, and white psionic light flickered in the void, each flicker accompanied by the collapse of the ground.

In just a moment, the white light had flashed twenty times, but Mu Jing's breathing became more and more rapid, and cold sweat slid down his forehead and dripped onto the ground.

The "meteors" did not slow down because of his dodge; on the contrary, they became faster and faster, like sharks that smelled blood.

The thousands of sword fragments seemed to possess sentience, sometimes flanking from the left, sometimes attacking from the right, and sometimes swooping down from above, weaving an impenetrable net of death.

Having become a psionicist, he had only been gone for less than half an hour when his arms began to tremble, he could barely hold his sword, and his chest was heaving violently.

The heavy breathing was particularly clear in the silent void.

"It really is... more difficult than I imagined." Mu Jing wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Looking up at the woman with black eyes in the distance, he thought, "Sky Blade? Or should I call you Mirror Sky Blade? Or... Darkened Sky Blade?"

He paused, looking into the other's unwavering black eyes, and continued, "If you kill me, the real Skyblade will be heartbroken."

"So what?" The woman's voice was icy cold, a fleeting hint of wavering flashing in her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by resolute determination.

"I'll do the things she can't bring herself to do."

I will eliminate what she fears;

I will never let what she doesn't want happen.

I will protect her forever!

"So, you're saying you're 'protecting her,' so you've imprisoned her here?" Mu Jing arched his back, his muscles tensing again, like a cheetah poised to pounce.

These words were like a thorn, instantly piercing the woman's sore spot.

She was like a lion with its mane bristling, her voice filled with overwhelming rage: "This isn't imprisonment! It's protection! She shouldn't be dragged into these damn dangers!"

Then, as if realizing something, her dark eyes fixed on Mu Jing, and she demanded sharply, "Who exactly are you? How do you know my purpose?!"

Mu Jing did not answer.

The pursuit did not stop because of their conversation.

Hundreds of "meteors," trailing even more intense fiery tails, roared in from behind;

The thousands of sword fragments had already figured out Mu Jing's movement patterns, and like well-trained soldiers, they blocked all possible directions from which he could dodge:

Left side, right side, front, top... every gap was filled with sharp blades.

An impenetrable trap!

An impeccable attack!

There was no way out!

The real-world comment section is flooded with messages again:

"Information overload! The corrupted Sky Blade is to protect its original body?"

"I'm confused, so there are three Sky Blades? The original, Mirror Sky Blade, and the corrupted version? Readers of the original work, please give me spoilers!"

'Senbonzakura Kageyoshi - Sky Blade Limited Edition!'

"Is this bullet density even dodgeable by a human???"

"On the Powerlessness of Protracted War Against Absolute Firepower," is Prison Mirror about to send this piece?

Then the flower-throwing party made a grand entrance:

"Regarding the anime series I watched, the first episode ended."

"The series is over! Hooray! (Just kidding)"

"Without a moment's mourning for the Prison Mirror, what will appear next is..."

In the eyes of the audience, Mu Jing is like a fisherman in a storm, surrounded by countless bloodthirsty sharks, clinging desperately to the deck of his fishing boat, and possibly torn to pieces in the next second.

In this scenario, ninety-nine out of ten will die.

But a fleeting smile appeared on Mu Jing's lips.

it's time.

That was the only way out.

"Well then, goodbye!"

He suddenly leaped into the air.

This time, it's neither left, right, forward, nor backward.

He did not choose any of the floating plots of land.

Instead, it shot straight down like a javelin into the bottomless dark void below!

Amidst a sea of ​​questions from the audience, his figure fell like a shooting star into an abyss.

Falling, falling, falling...

That void was as black as ink, seemingly capable of swallowing all light, and even the camera could not capture his trace.

In the void, the woman looked in the direction he had disappeared, her dark pupils slightly contracting as if she were somewhat surprised, but then she coldly snorted: "Seeking his own death."

With a wave of her hand, thousands of sword fragments swooped down towards the dark void like a swarm of hunting bees.

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