Collapse Iron Cosplay Battle Damaged Star Spinal Cut - Everyone Cries to Death

The courtyard of Shence Mansion.

Clang—!

Yanqing rode on a flying sword, her figure as graceful as a butterfly flitting among flowers.

Six flying swords hovered behind him, and as his swords pointed, they transformed into streaks of light and blasted towards the figure in the center of the arena.

"Go!"

Ding ding ding ding!

The dense clanging of metal echoed throughout the courtyard.

Xing stood still, holding the cloud-piercing spear in his hand.

The movements... well... were incredibly clumsy.

There was absolutely no method or structure.

There was no such thing as a spear thrusting like a dragon or a hundred birds paying homage to a phoenix.

She completely misused this powerful weapon as a fly swatter.

Wherever a sword flew, she swung it in that direction.

Sometimes, when the reaction is slow, they simply use their bare white bones to tough it out.

Sizzle—!

The sharp flying sword sliced ​​into the exposed ulna bone, sparks flying everywhere!

The friction sound was chilling.

Yanqing was in mid-air, his brows furrowed.

What is this?

Is this what they call a friendly exchange?

Are you humiliating me?

Yanqing shouted sharply, his youthful spirit rising instantly.

"He wields the 'Strike Cloud' technique, yet he uses such a crude and vulgar method!"

"If that's all you've got, then don't blame Yanqing for showing no mercy!"

The voice just fell.

Yanqing changed his sword technique.

hum!

His sword intent surged, and the temperature plummeted.

"Sword Control Technique: Ball Manipulation!"

The six flying swords merged into one in an instant, transforming into a huge azure sword rainbow, which slashed down with unparalleled momentum!

This sword strike was as fast as thunder!

Xing, who had been expressionless the whole time, finally raised her eyelids.

He gripped the gun barrel with both hands, held it horizontally above his head, and assumed a very simple blocking stance.

boom!!

The air currents surged, shredding the fallen leaves in the courtyard.

An immense force pressed down on Ji Yun, slamming heavily onto her neck.

His head was turned to one side.

Xing tilted her head.

His neck twisted strangely at an angle, made a crisp sound, and returned to its original position.

She looked at Yanqing in mid-air, and although she didn't speak, the meaning in her eyes was clear:

That's it?

Yanqing's pupils contracted.

monster!

This is absolutely a monster!

He clearly had no skill whatsoever, and his entire body was full of flaws.

No matter how she attacked, those flying swords, powerful enough to cut through gold and jade, had no effect on her.

on

even……

Yanqing keenly noticed that the wound on the woman was visibly moving and healing.

"Great! Excellent!"

Yanqing landed, his fighting spirit even stronger.

"Again!"

……

A corner of the courtyard.

The aroma of tea wafts through the air.

Jing Yuan watched the extremely bizarre battle unfold before him, his fingertips gently tracing the rim of his teacup.

"March Girl".

He withdrew his gaze and asked, seemingly casually:

"You just said that Miss Xing... really did die?"

March 7th was nervously clutching the hem of her skirt when she heard this, she paused for a moment, then scratched her head:

"yes."

"Danheng and I have both confirmed it."

Jing Yuan lowered his eyes slightly: "Then how did she...?"

"We don't know either!"

March 7th looked completely bewildered, gesturing with both hands in a famously exaggerated manner:

"Anyway, then suddenly 'whoosh,' it came back to life!"

"Then those ripped-out spines, severed left arms, and ruptured eyeballs... all grew back on their own."

"It looks a bit scary, but it seems... it's gotten stronger?"

Jing Yuan's lips twitched upon hearing this.

It'll grow back with a crackling sound?

Abundant filth, though capable of regeneration, could never be this swift and... bizarre.

"I see……"

Jing Yuan nodded, then changed the subject, his tone becoming somewhat evasive:

"So... in this process."

"Has Danheng done anything strange?"

"Or did you say something... strange?"

March 7 blinked her big eyes and fell into deep thought.

"Is that strange?"

"I wouldn't say that..."

"Back then, when everyone thought Xing was beyond saving, someone suggested burying her in Yalilo, since it's better to be buried in peace."

"But Danheng absolutely refused!"

Mentioning this, March 7th patted his chest with lingering fear:

"Dan Heng was really fierce back then. He would get angry at anyone who dared to approach Xing's corpse."

"I had to bring the star back to the train and then stay by its side every step of the way."

"He stood at the door for a whole long time, without even blinking."

Jingyuan's hand, which was holding the teacup, tightened suddenly.

March 7th didn't notice the general's unusual behavior and was still muttering to himself:

Oh, right!

"While on night watch, I thought I heard him muttering something..."

"It seems like...'I still can't do anything,' 'Am I going to repeat the same mistakes again?' or something like that?"

March 7th sighed, looking utterly old-fashioned:

"Oh well, it's just guilt!"

"I felt the same way back then. Everyone felt pretty much the same way, like we hadn't protected our comrades."

Guilt?

Is it just guilt?

Jing Yuan looked at the cold-faced young man who was standing guard on the sidelines, his eyes never leaving Xing.

"Silly girl..."

Jing Yuan murmured something softly, his voice so low that only he could hear it:

"That's different."

"Speaking of the general..."

March 7th pouted and said with dissatisfaction:

"Star is already in this state, and you still want her to capture Kafka... really."

"If Xing were to have any more accidents, Dan Heng would probably go completely insane."

Jing Yuan raised an eyebrow, as if he had thought of something.

Just then.

Clang—!

A sudden, sharp crack interrupted everyone's thoughts.

Jing Yuan and March 7th suddenly looked up.

In the center of the field.

Xing threw the "Cloud-Striking" spear in his hand to the ground with a look of disgust.

The gun bounced twice on the bluestone slab and rolled to Dan Heng's feet.

Xing shook her wrist, looking utterly dejected.

Too light.

[I'm not as comfortable using this body as I am yet.]

Dan Heng's eyelids twitched wildly as he watched the spear roll to his feet.

An extremely ominous premonition suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Star, you..."

Before he could even speak.

Jing Yuan reacted extremely quickly!

"Ahem!"

Jing Yuan coughed suddenly, waved his sleeve, and said loudly:

"alright!"

"Since Miss Xing has already abandoned her weapon, let's end this sparring match here!"

"Neither of them was injured... Hmm, very good."

He looked at Yanqing with a smile, but his eyes held a stern hint:

"Yanqing, stop now!"

"Quickly apologize to the customer!"

Yanqing was really into the fight.

Although I was still a little unsatisfied, this woman's fighting style was really too unfair, like hitting a punching bag, which was really boring.

Moreover, the general has spoken, and we dare not disobey.

Yanqing put away the flying swords, took a deep breath, and adjusted her breathing.

Although he was resentful, he still respectfully prepared to clasp his hands in a salute:

"If that's the case, then let's do it today..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Yanqing froze.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a scene that shattered his worldview.

All I could see was the star on the opposite side.

After discarding the spear, it seemed to be to demonstrate real skill.

She slowly raised her hands.

It was inserted directly into his own tattered chest cavity.

He grasped the two thickest and sharpest ribs.

then.

With a blank expression.

Suddenly snap it outwards!

Snap!

crisp.

Loud and clear.

Two barbed, sharp bones were ripped out of her body!

Pfft—!

Golden blood gushed out from the severed wound!

Amidst the pervasive mist of blood.

Xing held a bleeding rib in each hand.

He assumed a perfectly standard dual-wielding starting stance.

Then, he gave Yanqing, who was completely dumbfounded, an extremely bright smile.

That smile, coupled with the blood all over his body and the bone knife in his hand.

They're like demons crawled out of hell!

She held the board in her mouth; crooked words were written on it:

"My weapon wasn't working well just now... so I switched to another one."

In that instant, Yanqing's tender little face lost all color and turned ashen white as paper.

"I'm so sorry!!"

"It was my fault..."