Curse Return: Demon Void Girl Doesn't Want to Be a Weakling

The iron bar struck Cong Yu Dao, and in a pure contest of strength, Mashiro was still the better choice.

Her wrist sank two inches down, then immediately pushed back up.

Lu Ziyun moved a little further away and looked at Zhenbai, saying, "Is it related to the wheel spinning above your head?"

His voice was full of curiosity, and his electricity was clearly having less and less effect on the silver-haired girl in front of him.

"I forgot the details, but either of them is possible."

Mashiro smiled slightly and raised Murasaki. "What? Not coming?"

Lu Ziyun smiled slightly, not backing down because of this trivial matter.

Instead, he increased the output of the charge, and blue arcs of electricity snaked from his shoulder all the way to the tip of the iron rod, crackling incessantly.

"Then let me see just how much you can resist!"

The iron bar spun twice in his hand, then stopped.

"The final blow."

Lu Ziyun's voice had changed, now filled with seriousness.

The iron rod was raised high, and all the charge was concentrated at the tip of the rod, forming a pure white ball of light the size of a fist.

Mashiro stood still. The Dharma Wheel spun rapidly above her head.

Is it coming soon?!

Masashiro's heart pounded like a drum, and a surge of intense emotions welled up within her.

She wanted to meet this attack head-on!

Lu Ziyun stomped on the ground, and the rooftop floor shattered into a spiderweb-like crack beneath his feet.

The magical power within his body surged, and the iron rod was filled with positive charge.

The negative charge in Mashiro's body began to take effect at the same time, pulling Mashiro towards the iron rod.

"Didn't expect that, did you? That's why this kind of thing still happens!"

"Yes, that's exactly how it should be! It's so incredibly sweet, little deer!"

Mashiro shouted excitedly, not only failing to resist the attraction of positive and negative charges, but also accelerating towards Lu Ziyun.

"A single stroke cleaves in two, the Ruyi Divine Sword!"

With a loud shout, Mashiro simultaneously activated [Sound Wave Control], [Shūrei Spell], and the effect of Murakumo severing her own spell power!

"My sword is a sword that can cleave the sky!"

"Is that so? Then my electricity is electricity that can penetrate to the Earth's core!"

The knife and the iron rod clashed, and the power of the spells tore at each other.

"boom!"

The two fought like madmen, frightening the onlookers to tears.

"Run!"

"Why run! To see such powerful fighters battle is worth dying for!"

They don't have time to care about the lives of the audience.

The next instant, a tremendous sound and blinding light erupted, accompanied by a shockwave capable of destroying everything.

Everything vanished completely in the immense light and heat.

Cities, symbols of human civilization, are insignificant in the face of absolute destructive power.

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Chapter 167 Let's Play a Game

When everything returned to calm, half a block, centered around Mashiro and Shiro, was completely destroyed.

Click-clack.

After the Dharma wheel atop Shinpaku's head completed its final rotation, it gradually slowed down and came to a stop.

The electric light around him gradually dissipated, indicating that the adaptation was complete.

As soon as Lu Ziyun stood in front of her, they remained in their confrontational posture.

Lu Ziyun looked up at the Falun above her head, put down the iron rod, and took two steps back.

Mashiro also withdrew Murasame and rubbed her wrist.

With eyes hidden by feathers, she stared at Lu Ziyun in front of her and said, "Little deer, aren't you going to use the Phantom Beast Amber?"

There was no smugness in her tone after adapting; she simply asked calmly.

If Lu Ziyun doesn't intend to use the Phantom Beast Amber, then the outcome of this battle is already decided.

Lu Ziyun remained silent and did not speak.

Mashiro waited a few seconds, then sighed.

Having fought this far, Falun has fully adapted to the lightning-attribute spell power, and Lu Ziyun's subsequent attacks will not cause her any harm.

His speed, which he was so proud of, was also figured out by her in the constant movement of the battle, and he could not match her in close combat alone.

Since he intends to leave the Phantom Beast Amber to Su Nuo, then so be it.

She didn't expect Lu Ziyun to use it when she hit her.

However, this battle, which was fought with some reservations, only left me with about 80% fullness.

If you ask her if she has any complaints, it seems like she doesn't.

This restless, alluring desire is hard to explain to others; fighting with the strong and giving it your all is truly rare.

Firelight shone in Mashiro's eyes. She loved her peaceful life, but she also found joy in fighting with all her might.

This battle is missing dessert.

"Never mind, you can leave the Phantom Beast Amber to Su Nuo."

Mashiro's lips curled up slightly, revealing a smile that was clearly malicious.

Since Lu Ziyun could not fulfill her desires, she had no choice but to find them herself.

Upon seeing that smile, Lu Ziyun instinctively gripped her weapon and took two steps back.

"Sorry, Little Deer."

Mashiro raised Murasame, the blade reflecting a silver light in the sunlight. "Play a game with me."

The energy fluctuations spread upwards from the hilt, covering the entire blade.

Mashiro's cheerful voice drifted over.

“Little Deer, I have a technique that can change the shape of a soul.”

Lu Ziyun's pupils contracted slightly, her tone filled with disbelief: "Nonsense!"

Change souls? He'd never heard of such an ability!

Mashiro ignored Lu Ziyun and looked at Cong Yu, trying to attach the [Non-Action Transformation] to it.

"Oh, it worked!"

Mashiro tilted her head and continued, "Non-magicians only need to touch it once, while magicians need to touch it multiple times. How many times can you withstand it, little deer?"

The wings obscured her eyes, but Lu Ziyun knew immediately that she was being watched.

The wind blew from the edge of the rooftop, ruffling Zhenbai's white hair and Lu Ziyun's disheveled sideburns.

Lu Ziyun glanced down at the iron bar in her hand, then looked up again.

"Changing the shape of the soul?"

He repeated those words.

"Soda yo".

Mashiro took a step forward, and the ripples on the rain flowed along the blade, silent yet carrying a deadly spell.

Lu Ziyun didn't back down; instead, she stepped forward: "A technique I've never even heard of before. It's truly interesting!"

Mashiro rushed forward and swung her first sword at a tricky angle and with great speed.

Lu Ziyun's pupils contracted sharply, and she dodged to the side.

The blade missed its target, but Mashiro managed to reach out and pat Lu Ziyun's arm.

He felt it in that instant.

A wave that made him tremble invaded his body, and he subconsciously activated his spell power to resist it.

Crackling sounds!

A flash of lightning appeared around him.

"This is... changing the soul?"

Lu Ziyun slowly withdrew the intense curse power and said with a solemn expression.

"Very insightful."

Mashiro sheathed her sword, stood two steps away, and assumed a new stance. "It seems you've roughly figured it out for the first time."

Lu Ziyun did not answer, but gripped the iron rod even tighter.

She must not touch you, not even with a knife or her hand.