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

A silver light, carrying a cloud of blood mist, was suddenly flung out.

It drew an arc in the air.

"【Discord】——"

Mu Jing's figure flashed beneath her, his palm condensing into white light, steadily supporting her swaying body.

"I can still fight!" Although Xuehua spat out a mouthful of bloody foam, her glassy eyes burned with an indomitable spirit.

She stared intently at the girl in front of her who looked exactly like her.

"Leave it to me!" Mu Jing gently patted her delicate but blood-stained hand with his fingertips and gently put her down.

Just as Mu Jing said this, the real-world comment section exploded:

Xuehua: I can still fight! Mujing: Leave it to me! This teamwork is so good!

My heart aches for Olaf, who's covered in injuries...

"Science expert, come quick! This plot twist is packed with information!"

Mu Jing glanced at the few dozen words of Xuehua's background analysis posted by the audience, then tapped to close the barrage, bent down and picked up Xuehua's twin silver swords that had fallen to the ground.

The blade hummed as it sliced ​​through the dust. He pointed it at Mirror Snow Flower, his voice cold and resolute:

"Do you know the biggest difference between Xuehua and you, this fake?"

Jing Xuehua scoffed, her sword blade leaving a trail of ear-piercing sparks as it dragged across the ground.

"You lowly, lowly rat in the gutter, relying on your despicable tricks to evade my attacks, dare to spout such nonsense?"

Pop, pop, pop!

A crisp sound of footsteps rang out.

Mu Jing slowly stepped forward, carrying his two swords.

The silvery-white blade reflected a cold light.

Jing Xuehua struck first, her sword strikes like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, aimed straight for his heart—

"That's a lunge thrust, isn't it!"

Mu Jing had already anticipated this. He let out a soft shout, then turned to the side to dodge, while using his left hand to parry the opponent's sword.

Before Jing Xuehua could whirl around and change her move, her sword blade whipping up a fierce wind and slashing towards his neck, Mu Jing had already shouted sharply.

"Next move, it'll be a backhand slash, won't it!"

He slid back half a foot with his toes touching the ground, and then swung his sword at the opponent's wrist.

The opponent shifted his sword stance, and the sword flowers flowed like clouds towards his face.

"Next move, it'll be the Turning Cloud Sword!"

Mu Jing lowered his body and lowered his waist, crossing his two swords above his head, and with a "clang", he repelled the attack.

"Next move, a leaping uppercut, shall we?"

"Next move, a lunge and diagonal slash, shall we?"

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In a quarter of an hour, over a hundred moves were exchanged in the blink of an eye. Mirror Snow Flower's sword began to tremble slightly.

His gaze shifted from initial disdain to surprise, anger, and finally settled into profound fear.

She discovered that Mu Jing could not only accurately predict her every move, but also counter her moves from the most tricky angles.

Those sword techniques she was so proud of were like toys whose flaws had been seen through in front of him.

"Are you thinking that if you were at your peak, you could easily crush me?" Mu Jing suddenly sheathed his sword, stopped looking at her, and turned to walk towards Xue Hua, who was still standing in the same spot.

Jing Xuehua's face turned deathly pale, but she still stubbornly retorted, "Of course! You despicable weakling..."

"The one who truly defeated you was never me." Mu Jing knelt on the ground and put the twin silver swords back into Xue Hua's palm.

His warmth still lingered on the blade, mingling with the cold sweat on Xuehua's palm.

He looked up at Xuehua, his gaze not commanding, but filled with unwavering encouragement, "as Xuehua trusts her companions and lives up to her own beliefs, along with me, this insignificant 'weakling'."

His voice was like a ray of light, piercing into the frozen winter night in Xuehua's heart.

When he said "trust your partner," the wall that had trapped her began to crumble.

"Use the Holy Judgment to kill her!"

He said something cruel to Xuehua.

Xuehua's cool gaze held a hint of confusion.

But soon, she felt relieved.

She didn't need to understand why he was doing this; she only knew that the man in front of her wouldn't lie to her.

He has saved his own life more than once.

All she had to do was trust this man.

So she walked toward the equally aloof white-haired woman.

So she raised her sword.

Then she cried out in a loud voice.

Then, red flowers bloomed on the ground.

At this moment, she was no longer the little girl trapped in the winter night by those words.

Mu Jing stood behind her, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

—Perhaps, this is the best outcome.

At this moment, the [real-world comment section] went completely insane:

"Holy crap, the master of backboard defense has returned! That predictive counter-attack was absolutely brilliant!"

"Brother Jing is a tough guy, ruthless and doesn't talk much!"

May Jing Xuehua rest in peace!

"Don't hurt Olaf! My heart broke when she cried!"

"Production team, you have no heart! Isn't this supposed to be a sweet and cozy place? Why the sudden angst?!"

Just as the audience was mourning, Mu Jing had already walked to Xue Hua's side.

Mu Jing walked to Xue Hua's side and reached out to help her up.

"Xuehua, it's time for us to set off!"

Xuehua did not stand up immediately.

She suddenly grabbed his sleeve, tears still clinging to her eyelashes: "Jing-jun, it's not fair... I called you by your name, why didn't you call me by my name?"

She lowered her head, her ear tips were red, and her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz but with a stubbornness: "Call me Xiaoxue."

Mu Jing was taken aback—having just survived a life-or-death battle, why was she suddenly concerned about this?

But seeing her wet eyes, his tone softened: "Alright, Xiaoxue, we should get going."

Xuehua quickly turned her face away and muttered softly, "It's all because of the price of [Divergence] that I held your hand... Don't misunderstand."

Meanwhile, in the [Real-world Bullet Comment Section]:

"This development???"

"The beginning was angsty, then suddenly it's all sweetness—that contrast is something else!"

Snow goggle stocks surged to their daily limit!

"As expected of Xuexue! That direct approach was perfect!"

Although Mu Jing didn't understand why Xuehua suddenly cared about this, the fact that there were more comments on the screen didn't seem like a bad thing.

He nodded helplessly and grasped Xuehua's hand—Jing Xuehua hadn't forced him to use his spiritual energy at all, so the cost of [Divergence] had already been dispelled.

But he didn't expose her, letting her hold his hand, feeling the warmth of her palm through his fingertips.

After walking only a few steps, a furious shout suddenly came from ahead:

"My fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens! Demon, take this punch!"

Two black-haired youths were wrestling together, their punches landing with muffled thuds, yet there wasn't a trace of psionic energy—they looked exactly like two ordinary people having a street brawl.

Xuehua hesitated for a moment: "Mirror Lord, is it the Mirror Demon again? Should we help?"

She seemed to think that the current situation might be resolved once the two black-haired youths opposite her were tired of fighting.

Mu Jing withdrew his hand and stretched his leg: "Xiao Xue, leave it to me."

He took a few steps and delivered a lightning-fast front kick to both men's abdomens simultaneously.

The two figures flew out like shrimp, their backs arched, and crashed to the ground with muffled groans.

"Brother Jing!" The young man on the left got up and pointed anxiously to the right; "Watch out for the other side, they're up to no good."

"There are demonic accomplices too!" The young man on the right glared fiercely at Mu Jing.

Mu Jing instantly distinguished who was Ying Li and who was Jing Ying Li.

He waved to the eagle.

Then he walked to the mirror image on the right, looking down at the other side.

"Then, let me test you—are you qualified to be a champion of justice?"

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