What kind of magic? This is called cultivating immortality!

“My mother has indeed passed away. As for him… he just doesn’t want to reveal his identity.” Paper Kite shook her head slightly. “I won’t say any more. I’ll see you off from here.”

The martial arts enchantress, ignored, roared, "Want to leave? Ask me first!"

Upon learning of Otto's impending return, she made up her mind to keep Cecilia here no matter what.

"sad."

The kite slowly drew back the destined longbow. The bowstring trembled slightly, and a shimmering arrow shot out, landing precisely on the shadow of the martial arts witch. In an instant, her body froze, unable to move.

"Damn it, untie me!" she struggled fiercely, shouting, "You're betraying Otto! Don't you even care about the bond between father and daughter?"

Ignoring her, the kite fired three arrows, scaring away the approaching Space Witch.

She raised her hand to open a spatial passage to the outside world, then took Cecilia's arm and whispered, "Be more wary of the people around you, and don't act so rashly in the future..."

"puff……"

Before she could finish speaking, a mouthful of blood spurted from her mouth. The double backlash from violating Otto's commandments and forcibly using the remaining power of the forbidden was frantically eroding her fragile body.

"What's wrong with you?" Cecilia was flustered and looked helplessly at the person she respected most.

"It's alright." Paper Kite wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, looking slightly regretful. "I wanted to catch up with you a little longer, but time is running out. Farewell. If you ever encounter a pink-haired magical girl with a golden bow in the future, please protect her."

"I'm not very..."

Cecilia wanted to ask more questions, but Paper Kite had already raised her hand and pushed her into the spatial passage, then nailed the space shut to prevent her from foolishly running out again.

Having done all this, the backlash could no longer be suppressed; she had reached her limit.

This original magical girl was always at the forefront of the fight against witches, and she upheld the glory of an era.

However, at this moment, she was like a burnt-out star, a suddenly falling meteor, collapsing helplessly on the messy ground.

The robe that had accompanied her for many years and had been a stunning sight through the years was gradually fading and slowly dissipating, leaving behind only a middle-aged woman who had lost one eye, had a head full of white hair, and whose youthful beauty had faded.

A gentle breeze swept across the earth, and the cracks in the sky, ripped open like countless eyeballs, seemed to make even the heavens weep for her.

The kite lay quietly in the desolation, fine cracks appearing on the soul gem in her chest. She knew clearly that the moment the soul gem shattered completely would be the moment her true end came.

It is said that when a person is about to die, a fleeting image of their entire life will appear before their eyes.

At this moment, in the solitude of impending death, countless long-forgotten memories surged before the eyes of this twenty-year-old girl.

The first thing that catches the eye is the mother, forever frozen in a pool of blood when the witch's calamity descended.

Following closely behind were terrifying beasts with hideous faces that slaughtered living beings, an inextinguishable fire, and the cries of countless people—a true human tragedy.

That scene was deeply imprinted in her heart, which made her sign a contract with Kyubey without hesitation, thus gaining the power to protect the world.

At that time, magical girls were few in number. They were the only remaining glimmer of light in the world. They traveled across mountains and rivers, and wherever humans suffered, there they were.

War of the Dead, War to Protect the Nation, Bewitching Witches, Tsunami Battles that Involved Nations, Martial Arts Slaughter... One earth-shattering battle after another, one bloody past after another, each battle represents the passing of a first generation.

His life, filled with bloodshed and strife, ended five years ago on a torrential rainy night.

The corruption of the Kite's Soul Gem erupted completely, and no Seed of Sorrow could purify it. At that moment, her short but brilliant life came to an end, and the glorious era of the first magical girl came to a complete close with the end of this rainy night.

so tired……

He lost his mother at a young age, died in the prime of his life, and his former father has also gone astray.

She lived a life of great hardship and exhaustion, yet she never slacked off in the slightest.

This time, I can finally get a good, peaceful sleep.

In the final moment of life's passing, all the bloodshed and carnage before my eyes vanished, leaving only a gentle and pure scene slowly emerging.

Under the bright, warm sun, in the bustling amusement park, a little girl holds her parents' warm hands, her eyes crinkling with joy, carefree and happy year after year.

Chapter 112 The Secret of the Fighting Character

Two days have passed since the Titan incident came to an end.

In the past two days, the headquarters of Destiny has issued a new notice, resolutely refusing to abandon the research and development project of combat robots.

This time, however, headquarters didn't give the magical girls a chance to vent their anger. Instead, they simultaneously launched a generous compensation plan: all magical girls' benefits would be increased by 50% on top of the existing amount. Furthermore, headquarters would sign a rights protection agreement with all magical girls, clarifying that future research and development work would be carried out under the premise of protecting everyone's rights.

The exceptionally generous benefits and sincere attitude successfully dispelled everyone's resistance.

The magical girls, who were initially extremely resistant to robots, readily agreed to the arrangement upon seeing this.

It's worth mentioning that in the past two days since the Kaneki controversy began, the magical girls' anger has almost overthrown the government, with some even shouting slogans like "Government tyranny, loyalist emperor!"

Ultimately, it was only through the intervention of the Destiny Headquarters that the escalating storm was brought under control.

However, this matter inevitably raises questions: Did the government reach some kind of secret agreement with Destiny?

Otherwise, given the current relationship between the two sides, what reason would Tianming have to step in and help? It must be that the government has paid a certain price.

However, no matter how curious the magical girls were, they could never glimpse the deeper secrets behind it.

…………

Jiangbei High-speed Railway Station was bustling with people, with a constant stream of passengers coming and going.

A group of young women in the prime of their lives, carrying large and small bags, lined up in groups, chattering as they went to have their tickets checked and board the train.

Now that everything has been completely resolved, everyone can naturally go back to their own homes and find their own mothers.

Zhong Hui, Cang Xing, and Qian Jia entered the business class carriage together and found their seats.

The three chatted casually, and a moment later, the high-speed train slowly started moving, bidding farewell to the hustle and bustle of the platform and speeding away into the distance.

The chatter ended, and everyone went about their own business, and the carriage returned to silence.

Zhong Hui rested his chin on his hand, gazing at the scenery rushing past the window, already planning his path to break through to the Nascent Soul realm.

The Nascent Soul, also known as the Dao Embryo, is a crucial step on a cultivator's path of cultivation.

To reach this realm, one not only needs sufficient profound understanding of the Great Dao, but also needs to cultivate the Golden Core to perfection within one's own body through the circulation of Qi. In addition, one must go through a series of complex processes such as the gathering of the Three Flowers at the Top and the nurturing of the Three Fields, none of which can be omitted.

This difficult process, which would have stumped many cultivators, was no challenge for Zhong Hui at all.

After all, he once reached the pinnacle of cultivation, wielding countless great paths, receiving the worship of all races and the reverence of the world; he was the Heavenly Emperor whose power had lasted for eternity.

If you can't even break through to the Nascent Soul stage, you might as well find a block of tofu and smash your head against it.

"Let's start with the first step: comprehend the Great Dao. Which Great Dao should we cultivate?" Zhong Hui pondered for a moment, then had a direction in mind. "Let's start by comprehending the Dao of War."

What is the Way of War?

Born to fight, obsessed with fighting, we will fight to the death and never regret it.

Those who cultivate this path possess an inexhaustible fighting spirit. Even when facing certain death, they will still forge ahead without hesitation, daring to defy the immortals with their mortal bodies and contend with the heavens.

Most importantly, he currently possesses a supreme divine power that perfectly aligns with his fighting spirit and killing intent—the Fighting Secret, which is also one of the Nine Secrets.

This technique was created by an ancient celestial being and is hailed as the pinnacle of offensive and defensive secret arts in the heavens. It can simulate any attack and evolve into endless divine techniques of attack and killing, ever-changing in countless ways. Legend has it that when cultivated to its ultimate level, one can even transform into a war immortal, whose killing reputation is unparalleled throughout history.

The Way of War is the mind, and the Secrets of Combat are the body; the two complement each other perfectly, a match made in heaven.

With his mind made up, Zhong Hui immediately abandoned distracting thoughts, calmed his mind, and began to seriously study the secret of the character "Dou".

A flash of white light appeared before my eyes, and the surrounding scenery changed in an instant.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself on a fighting ring, surrounded by a deafening roar of cheers and shouts. Opposite him stood a gaunt old man holding a long sword.

Is it a state of enlightenment?

Zhong Hui immediately grasped the current situation and couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle.

He triggered the opportunity for enlightenment, a chance that countless cultivators would never find in their entire lives, twice in just one month, which can be described as a great blessing that others envy.

"Hehe, young man, it's not a good thing to be distracted on the ring."

No sooner had the old man finished speaking than he launched his attack, his feet firmly planted in the Seven Star Steps, his longsword flashing and blossoming with countless sword flowers, his offensive extremely fierce.

Zhong Hui subconsciously tried to condense his spiritual energy into a sword to fight his enemy, but suddenly realized that his cultivation had vanished and his spiritual energy was completely empty.

Before he could react, the gleaming sword was already aimed at his throat, and he could only hastily dodge to the side.

The old man reacted swiftly, following up with a sword strike. With a soft "swoosh," the blade sliced ​​open the old man's arm, and warm blood gushed out.

Having landed a successful blow, the old man continued his relentless attack, pressing forward step by step, determined to take Zhong Hui's head. Zhong Hui could only desperately dodge and weave, inflicting wound after wound of varying depths on his body in the process.

"Damn it... I can't use my cultivation!"

Having narrowly avoided another fatal sword strike, Zhong Hui's panicked mind suddenly calmed down.

His enlightenment this time was for the purpose of cultivating the Dao of War. If he were to use magic and supernatural powers to deal with a mortal opponent, what would be the point of enlightenment?

With a slight thought, he sketched the outline of a longsword in his mind, and the next second, an ancient longsword landed steadily in his palm.

With the longsword in hand, my confidence increased greatly.

Zhong Hui's wrists flew, slashing and parrying, instinctively parrying the old man's attacks.

Between offense and defense, his understanding of swordsmanship improved rapidly. He went from fleeing in a sorry state and barely managing to block, to becoming more composed and skillful, fighting the old man to a standstill.

As the fierce battle raged on, the old man unleashed his ultimate technique: a white rainbow pierced the sun as his longsword thrust forward, aiming straight for the face.

Zhong Hui took a risky move, throwing away his longsword and leaving only the empty hilt, then smoothly scooped up the incoming blade.

Taking advantage of the moment when the old man's weapon was taken away and he didn't have time to draw his sword, he slashed out with his sword. A cold light flashed, the head rolled off, blood sprayed, and the headless corpse fell heavily to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, everything on the arena disappeared, and all his wounds healed completely.

Immediately afterwards, a burly giant stepped onto the stage, wielding a golden hammer and grinning as he charged forward with heavy strides.

Zhong Hui also charged forward, wielding two hammers.

Finally, with one arm smashed to pieces and severely injured, he mustered all his strength and smashed the strong man's head with a hammer, winning another round.

The battlefields changed constantly.

A white-robed man wielding a gun, a seductive woman holding a whip, a dwarf skilled in stealth attacks with concealed weapons, a boy wielding an umbrella as a weapon...

One after another, masters skilled in their unique weapons took to the stage. Zhong Hui would change his troops each time, fighting with spears against spears, whips against whips, and hidden weapons against hidden weapons, defeating them one by one and winning battle after battle.

Every life-or-death battle deepened his understanding of offense, combat, and the art of fighting.

This is the secret of the word "fight," which evolves into countless offensive techniques; this is the way of war, unyielding and fighting to the death.

He had lost count of how many matches he had fought. In the end, a person exactly like himself stepped onto the ring, bare-handed, with a cold and indifferent expression.

The two locked eyes and moved in an instant, each punch aimed at taking the other's life.