Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

"Goodbye."

Xing Qingyu picked up the two students and threw them in the direction of being eliminated like chickens. But just as Xing Qingyu threw the other students away, a very secretive magical fluctuation suddenly came from behind him silently.

“——Fuck!” Xing Qingyu quickly lowered his head, and a beam of light almost brushed past his neck.

"Hey?" Flat's voice came from not far away, followed by a faint noise. It could be heard that the boy immediately fled in the opposite direction after missing the attack.

Xing Qingfeng didn't rush to chase him. He just secretly noted the direction where Flatt fled. He calculated the time and found that there were still about five minutes left.

——If we go after him, we won’t have time to catch the people hiding nearby.

The students hiding in the bushes nearby were stunned, their hearts rising to their throats again. They had thought Xing Qingjiu would chase after Flat. But before they could make a decision, a deep voice came from behind them.

The air still lingered with the subtle vibrations of the magic, and a few dust particles, still unsettled by the previous action, lingered in the dim light, casting faint reflections. Xing Qingqi flicked his fingers lightly, and some of the dust that had settled on his sleeves dissipated.

He glanced around, his senses spreading, and still caught a few traces of unstable aura.

——Two more to go.

He stepped forward, his soles rustling against the fallen leaves. He chose the direction Flatt would flee, because that guy wouldn't just hide quietly, but would use his chaos magic to do something else.

However, just as Xing Qingfu adjusted his pace and prepared to end the pursuit completely, he suddenly noticed something strange out of the corner of his eye.

Not far away, a figure quickly passed through the shadows of the trees.

It was the female student who was whispering with her friends in the crowd before.

She wore a light, knee-length skirt that fluttered gently as she ran. Unlike the students who had deliberately concealed themselves and refused to reveal their location, this girl seemed to deliberately create noise as she ran through the woods, crushing the dead leaves on the ground and letting her footsteps echo through the trees.

——Her direction was not Flat’s escape route, but the complete opposite direction.

Xing Qingyu narrowed his eyes slightly.

"...Oh?" He murmured to himself, a faint smile curling up at the corner of his mouth. He did not immediately chase after her, but paused for a moment, allowing the female student to continue fleeing deeper into the woods. His eyes were still on her, but he was not in a hurry to move, instead considering her intentions -

——Too deliberate.

From the steps she took, to the noises she deliberately made, to the escape route she chose, it all seemed too obvious, as if... she was deliberately trying to attract his attention.

In other words, this wasn't a simple escape, but more of an inducement. Was it intentional?

So the question is, whose attention is she trying to divert? Is it to give herself more room to escape, or is she buying time for someone else?

Flat.

Xing Qingwu quickly came up with the answer.

He did not immediately change direction to chase the female student, but instead misstepped, adjusted his pace, and continued walking in the direction where Flatt might be hiding.

If this is a bait, he won't take it.

If Flatt was really still hiding nearby, he should have reacted at this moment.

Just as Xing Qingjiu took a step forward, a subtle wave of magical energy suddenly rippled through the air. Almost instantly, a rock in the forest suddenly gave way, and a hidden door appeared from beneath the earth. A faint magic pattern emerged from the ground, emitting a faint blue glow.

"——Oh? You finally can't help it?" Xing Qingyu chuckled.

The next second, Flatt suddenly jumped out of the underground passage with an extremely excited smile on his face, holding a large block of magic power that was flashing with unstable light in his hand.

"I thought you were going to chase after him, but you actually saw right through it?! This is too much! Give me a chance!"

Xing Qingyu looked at Flatt's exaggerated expression and sighed softly.

"Do you want to hide or do you want to use force?" he asked casually.

Flatt blinked rapidly, then suddenly revealed a sly smile. Before he finished speaking, the magic block in his hand suddenly burst into a dazzling brilliance!

"……Um?"

Xing Qingjiu's figure was instantly engulfed by the light.

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Flat already has the potential to be a squat spirit. Now he just needs to find a few good brothers to squat together and he will be a perfect squat spirit.

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Volume 65: Xing Qingfeng's Perfect Arithmetic Classroom: . Marathon Eaves

Xing Qingfeng sighed and pulled Flatt out of the dirt. Dirt slid down Flatt's cloak and hem. His golden hair was a mess, and his face was stained with a few streaks of dust, but the corners of his mouth still had the same smile as always, as if he didn't care about his failure at all.

I have to say, this kid almost tricked him.

Xing Qingqiu glanced down at the patch of land where Flat had just hidden. There wasn't a trace of magic there; even the faintest fluctuations of magic were completely obscured. How had Flat gotten in there? How had he hidden himself? Before he emerged, Xing Qingqiu had indeed sensed someone nearby, but the question was—

——Xing Qingfeng had no idea how to accurately locate this guy.

To be honest, if Flatt hadn't shown up on his own, with his perception abilities intentionally lowered to that of an ordinary person, it would have taken a lot of effort to find him.

Then this kid just jumped out on his own initiative.

It would have been fine if he just jumped out, but he was holding that damn thing in his hand.

Xing Qingyu remembered the magic product that Flatt had in his hand before. It was a block of magic power that flashed with unstable light, like a half-solidified fluid. Randomly changing magic circuits kept emerging on the surface, and then collapsed, reorganized, and changed in the next second. There was no fixed rules to follow.

Its shape seems to be between solid and liquid. Sometimes it slides like a drop of water, and sometimes it instantly condenses into a sharp-edged geometric shape. When magic power flows through it, you can see a subtle light blooming in it.

Even worse, this thing was clearly a self-limiting spell, not a conventional magic that was released after chanting. In other words, its triggering mechanism didn't require additional casting time; instead, it would erupt instantly as soon as the constraints on it were removed.

If Flat had immediately released its restraints the moment it jumped out, instead of wasting time and talking too much...

Then, Xing Qingfu might have really been blown away by this incomprehensible chaos magic.

But the problem was that Flatt just had to talk nonsense with him. So, at the moment when the magic block was released, Xing Qingfeng was one step faster than him -

——Using magic, he dug a hole directly under his feet. It was a very simple operation.

"Eh?!" Flatt was caught off guard and fell downwards. His body suddenly lost balance, and the magic that was supposed to hit the target accurately was forced to explode upwards.

"Bam—!"

A dazzling beam of light tore through the air and shot straight into the sky. The air in its path was slightly distorted, and the leaves in its path instantly turned to ashes. The overflowing glow even engulfed Xing Qingjiu, and then—

——It hit an old tree behind with great precision.

The violent surge of magical power instantly reduced the upper half of the tree to ash, leaving only the charred branches where flames still flickered faintly. The air was filled with a scorching smell, a strange aftertaste of magical burns.

Xing Qingfeng silently stared at the half-dead tree. Then, he slowly raised his hand, flicked his fingers, and released an extremely precise magical spell, extinguishing the remaining flames on the tree.

...Let’s go back and see if this tree can be saved, Xing Qingfeng thought.

After doing all this, he looked down at Flatt in the pit, his eyes calm and unwavering. He casually pulled out a dagger from his waist and smoothly slashed Flatt's neck. If this knife had been used in a real fight, Flatt's head would have been separated from his body.

However, Flatt still looked like he had no sense of crisis at all. Xing Qingqi lifted him out of the pit by the collar with one hand, like a drowned chicken... No, it might be more appropriate to call him a pig that was just rolling in the mud.

"Ah, Order Xing, your reaction is too quick!" He shook off the dirt on his clothes and sighed excitedly, "Even this time I was——"

"First, you came out at the wrong time." Xing Qingyu was too lazy to listen to his nonsense and interrupted directly, "You have a way to observe the surrounding environment, right? You came out when the enemy's vigilance was at its highest. Do you think you are not obvious enough? If you are more patient and wait until the environment changes more suitable for you, your success rate can be increased by at least 20%."

Flatt shrugged, but didn't refute, listening carefully to his comments.

"Secondly, why are you wasting your time talking to me?" Xing Qingfeng sighed. "Don't give your opponent a chance to react. The technique you have is designed for surprise attacks, but you're the one who's actively stalling for time—"

"-Oh, so just use Ten Cuts (kill off the opponent's full health in one combo) when the opponent isn't paying attention!" Flat's eyes lit up and he nodded affirmatively.

Xing Qingfeng: “…”

He raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, feeling vaguely regretful for asking Wu Liuwu and this guy to explain it seriously.

...Forget it, what about the neighbors? They have all been found out anyway.

There is still one student missing.

Xing Qingfeng loosened Flatt's collar and let him sway slightly in the air before regaining his footing. Then, he turned around and looked towards the other side of the woods.

——There is only one left.

The female student who deliberately created noise and fled in another direction has not been found yet.

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Xing Qingfeng's gaze was fixed on the front, intently tracking the figure flitting through the trees. The female student continued to run at a furious pace, her skirt fluttering in the wind. Her steps were nimble and swift. She leaned forward slightly, using the terrain to quickly adjust her center of gravity, leaping over intertwined tree roots and nimbly avoiding low brush. Occasionally, she used the slope to increase her speed, keeping herself out of Xing Qingfeng's reach.

She was calculating, she was calculating the distance between them accurately.

This wasn't a simple escape, but a precise tug-of-war. Her speed remained perfectly balanced, neither too fast nor too slow, preventing Xing Qingyu from easily throwing a dagger to intercept her nor truly closing in on her. If Xing Qingyu slowed down even slightly, allowing time for a magical release, she would seize the opportunity to accelerate, using the terrain to vanish into a blind spot. And if Xing Qingyu chose to pursue at full speed... then, since he had deliberately suppressed his speed to that of an ordinary person, even using enhanced magic wouldn't allow him to truly break through the distance.

She was literally pushing him to his limit, but because of that she was the one who took the longest out of everyone.

Xing Qingfeng's lips curled up slightly, a hint of admiration in his eyes. As he ran, he quickly scanned his surroundings, rapidly constructing the terrain of the entire area in his mind.

He was incredibly familiar with this place; he'd cleared the forest path himself, knowing every tree, every slope, every hidden animal path. Although the female student before him had gained a certain advantage by utilizing extreme pulling tactics, her route was based on a simple, straight-line escape, her focus fixed on Xing Qingfeng rather than the terrain beneath her feet.

She didn't realize that she was gradually stepping into a dead end.

Xing Qingyu narrowed his eyes slightly, a thought flashing through his mind. Should he say she was smart, or was it a pity?

——This way of escape is essentially a confrontational way of thinking, that is, she still assumes that her opponent will chase her in the usual way, and her goal is to maintain this balance to delay time.

Xing Qingyu did not continue to chase after him, but decisively adjusted his direction, turned slightly, and quietly deviated from the main road. He did not choose the shortest shortcut -

If he did so, she would instantly notice his intention and change her route in advance. Therefore, he chose a slightly longer but more hidden path, passing through the dense shadows of the trees. Using the cover of the jungle, he adjusted his breathing, lowered his presence, and completely concealed himself in the shadows of the forest.

The female student's figure kept moving through this world of light and shadow. Her breathing was a little rapid, but she still did not stop.

——She knew she couldn't stop.

If she stops, she will **"die"**.

She gritted her teeth, forcing her body to keep moving forward. Her legs moved like machines, precisely leaping over obstacles and adjusting her stride to the terrain. However, her strength was rapidly depleting from the prolonged struggle. Muscle aches began to accumulate, her breathing grew heavier, and each step became more labored than the one before.

But she still didn't look back. She couldn't remember how long she had been running, maybe one minute, maybe three minutes, or even longer. All she could do was maintain her pace, delaying the ten minutes as much as possible.

Just hold on a little longer... Just hold on a little longer... However, just as she was about to jump over a slightly raised terrain -

——A hand suddenly reached out from the side and grabbed her wrist with incredible precision.

At that moment, her mind went almost blank. Her steps suddenly stopped, and her body leaned forward slightly due to inertia, almost falling to the ground. Shock rushed to her brain, and her pupils suddenly contracted. She could hardly believe that she was stopped here.

"How is this possible?!" she cried out subconsciously, her steps suddenly stagnating, and her entire body lurched forward due to inertia. She reacted almost instantly, trying to adjust her center of gravity and steady herself, but the sudden impact caused her mind to go blank for a moment.

In her opinion, Xing Qingyu should still be behind her. Even though he was more familiar with the terrain than her, she had always maintained the most perfect escape route, neither allowing him to shorten the distance easily nor running too far and losing his whereabouts.

Her tactic is extreme pulling, using the most stable rhythm to maintain a safe distance. As long as she can hold on until the end of the training time, she will win.

But why—why was she stopped? How did he end up here?

Her first reaction was to break free. She twisted her wrist suddenly, trying to use inertia to pull herself away, but she couldn't break free at all.

Xing Qingyu's hand did not exert any extra force, and even just lightly gripped her wrist, but the perfect angle accurately blocked the torque of her resistance, limiting all her possibilities of resistance and making it impossible for her to break free.

"...Are you still planning to keep running?" Xing Qingqi's calm voice sounded beside his ear, and there was even a hint of a smile in his tone.

She was stunned for a moment, her breathing still not completely calmed down. She looked up at Xing Qingjiu with a brief look of unwillingness in her eyes, but soon her reason took over.

She had no chance of winning. If this were a real fight, she would have been "dead".

After a moment, she finally managed a forced smile and sighed helplessly, "...I give up."

Xing Qingfeng released her wrist. She shook her fingers slightly, trying to ease the tension in her muscles, and took a deep breath to regulate her breathing. Her rapid breathing still echoed in the forest. In her peripheral vision, sunlight filtered through the layers of branches, casting a faint light on her sweat-soaked hair.

"Don't give up so easily." Xing Qingyu said calmly. His words were not harsh, but rather a reminder. "At this distance, you can still resist."

Camille was silent for a moment, lowered his head in thought, then shook his head with a wry smile on his lips.

"...No, it's almost over." Her voice was a little tired. "My physical strength and magic power... are all exhausted. I'm afraid I can't resist anymore."

Xing Qingyu's gaze fell on her slightly trembling fingertips, as if to confirm whether she had really reached her limit.

"Do you remember what you said back then?" he asked, his tone still steady. "Self-defense is the art of gracefully distancing yourself from a sudden crisis and using magic to resolve the situation—"

He paused, his eyes resting calmly on her.

"—but all you seem to be concerned with is creating distance."

Camille lowered her head slightly and sighed deeply. The sweat on her forehead slid down her hair, blurring her vision.

"I really can't care..." she muttered. "I just don't have the energy... I just can't. I have to watch the road, maintain my magic enhancements, and keep an eye on your movements. Under these circumstances, I really can't split my attention to create magic to disrupt you."

"Yeah." Xing Qingwu responded calmly, without any rebuttal or ridicule. Instead, he gave a neutral assessment: "It's just a problem that was exposed."

Camille looked up at him.

"You've spread your energy too thin, preventing you from fully utilizing your core tactical abilities." Xing Qingfeng continued calmly, "Pulling isn't the end, it's the means—"

"—You just want to delay it for ten minutes."