Bengtie, I'm really not a villain!

When he pinched the neck of the Raiden Mei doll, Mei's breathing suddenly became rapid, and a faint red mark appeared on the back of her neck, as if she had really been choked.

These words struck Mei like a hammer blow, freezing her blood instantly.

Jing Ye held the doll up to his eyes and rubbed its hair with his fingertips, causing a stinging pain on the scalps of all three of them at the same time.

"Why not let her come too, and see your growth with her own eyes?" A cruel smile curled at the corner of his lips. Before Mei could protest, Theresa was already standing at the entrance of the training ground.

The academy headmaster immediately noticed the fluffy doll in Jing Ye's hand. His combat boots crushed the bloodstains on the ground, leaving two charred burn marks on the metal floor. He exuded a chilling killing intent: "Your despicable methods—"

However, Theresa's roar was interrupted by Jingye's sudden movement.

He swung the doll in his hand rapidly, and Himeko, Kiana, and Raiden Mei's bodies were uncontrollably propelled towards Theresa.

Kiana gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with resentment and struggle, yet she couldn't control her movements.

Himeko's brows furrowed; the pain from her wounds and the humiliation of being controlled made her face even paler.

Mei looked at Theresa in despair, tears welling in her eyes, silently apologizing.

"Don't get excited, Dean."

Jingye rubbed the Raiden Mei-like doll against his cheek, seemingly casually.

"Haven't you been curious about the training content? Now, enjoy the results."

His fingertips trembled slightly as he manipulated the doll, adjusting its posture.

Jing Ye's fingertips trembled slightly as he manipulated the doll to adjust its posture, while simultaneously adopting an Iai stance, his blade-like gaze piercing straight at Theresa.

Theresa roared, and the phantom of the Oath of Judah at her waist suddenly unfolded, illuminating the entire training ground with the radiance of the stigmata.

She moved with lightning speed, charging towards Jing Ye. The metal floor beneath her combat boots instantly caved in, sending countless sparks flying.

Theresa's voice made the air buzz, and her proud, monstrous strength exploded at that moment, her punches creating sonic booms.

However, Jingye calmly twirled the doll in his hand, and Himeko, Kiana, and Raiden Mei, who had been rushing towards him, all turned around at the same time.

Theresa's pupils contracted sharply, and she quickly changed her tactics. The phantom of Judah's chains rapidly wrapped around her, barely blocking the three's attacks.

The deafening clang of metal clashing echoed across the training ground, the powerful impact sending her staggering backward, her combat boots carving two deep furrows into the ground.

Before she could even regain her footing, Jing Ye had already raised the doll high in his hand.

Theresa gritted her teeth as a chilling blade suddenly slashed down from above. In the instant she looked up, Theresa only saw Jing Ye's mocking gaze and the perfect iaido pose of the doll in his hand.

"Too slow." Jing Ye's voice seemed to come from all directions. The next second, his blade had already sliced ​​through the air, slashing towards Theresa with unparalleled momentum.

Theresa tried to defend herself, but found that her movements were as slow as a snail in the face of this blade of light.

A flash of light, and her hair was severed by the sharp sword energy, scattering in the air. Her combat uniform was also cut with a long gash, from which blood seeped out.

Theresa fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

She struggled to get up, only to find that Jingye had already controlled Himeko, Kiana, and Raiden Mei to surround her.

Theresa was forced to assume the iaido pose as well, the cold glint of the blade reflecting on her shocked and resentful face.

Faced with Jingye's overwhelmingly superior Iaijutsu technique, her pride and joy in her monstrous strength and the power of her Stigmata seemed utterly pale and powerless. The dignified headmistress had become nothing more than a "plaything" in this Iaijutsu game.

On the metal floor, Theresa's blood meandered along the grooves, pooling into a small pool of blood at Jing Ye's feet.

Dark red liquid spilled over the edge of Jing Ye's combat boots, blending with the dried bloodstains on the plush toy in his hand.

Raiden Mei's blade trembled slightly uncontrollably, the icy metallic touch penetrating her palm as if freezing her very soul.

Cold sweat trickled down her spine, pooling into streams beneath her combat uniform. Each tremor of the blade felt like the wailing of her crumbling nerves.

Her gaze swept over her companions, who were being controlled by the dolls—Kiana bit her lip, tears welling in her stubborn eyes, her bloodied canine teeth faintly visible between her pale lips.

Himeko's pale face was filled with suppressed pain, and the blood seeping from under the bandages was staining her clothes a deeper red.

And Theresa, the headmistress who was always as dazzling as the sun, was now forced to lower her proud head.

The light of the Holy Mark flickered uncertainly under Jing Ye's oppressive aura, like a candle burning in the wind.

The three people's iaido pose was oppressive, yet it appeared incredibly distorted due to the trembling of their bodies, as if it were a silent indictment of their dignity.

Jing Ye toyed with the fluffy doll, a cruel smile playing on his lips. His fingers gently stroked the doll's soft fur, each movement accompanied by a subtle tremor in the four people's bodies.

As he tugged at the invisible thread in his hand, Theresa's knee slammed heavily against the ground, the dull thud of metal striking metal sending a shiver down Mei's spine.

Kiana's blade drew even closer to her throat, the sharp tip already piercing her skin, drawing out tiny beads of blood.

Himeko's wound reopened, fresh blood mixing with the old wound, staining the bandages with grotesque patterns.

The cold glint of the blade shimmered under the cold light, reflecting the maniacal smile in Jing Ye's eyes and illuminating the despair on the faces of the four people.

Raiden Mei felt as if an invisible hand was gripping her heart tightly, each breath bringing a sharp pain.

"This is what happens when you resist."

Jing Ye's voice was like a viper's hiss, laced with a nauseating intimacy. Before his last words even echoed in the air, he abruptly swung the doll.

In an instant, the four people's bodies rushed forward uncontrollably, and the sharp sound of the blades cutting through the air made Mei's eardrums hurt.

Her pupils contracted sharply, and tears streamed uncontrollably, blurring her vision.

She wanted to fight back, to rush up and tear those damned dolls apart, but her body felt like it was nailed to the spot, and she couldn't move even a finger.

Jing Ye's oppressive aura was so real that it made it hard for her to breathe, as if her very soul was about to be crushed.

The air in the training ground seemed to freeze, with only the rustling sound of Jing Ye playing with the doll and the heavy breathing of the four people.

Theresa's heavy breathing was tinged with suppressed roars, Himeko's breathing was intermittent due to the pain of her wounds, and Kiana's whimpers were weak but clear.

Raiden Mei felt her consciousness crumbling bit by bit, and despair overwhelmed her like a tidal wave.

Seeing her companions' pained expressions and Jingye's smug smile, she knew that she might also become a victim of this cruel iaido game.

In this blood-red space, they were like insects trapped in a spider web, struggling but unable to escape Jing Ye's control.

Raiden Mei watched all this with trembling eyes, tears mixed with sweat dripping onto her combat boots, splashing up tiny water droplets.

Her nails dug deep into her palms, trying to awaken her numb nerves with pain, but the pressure exerted by Jing Ye was like an invisible shackle, leaving her without even the strength to lift her hand.

In the distance, Jingye's soft laughter as he played with the dolls mingled with Theresa's low growls, Himeko's muffled groans, and Kiana's sobs, echoing in the enclosed space and creating a despairing melody.

Meanwhile, the pursuit operation by Schicksal headquarters was in full swing. Otto issued the order, and countless Valkyries, aboard warships, approached the target under the guidance of Honkai energy detectors.

Fu Hua stood at the forefront of the pursuing force, yet felt a strange chill creep into her heart.

As a warrior who had witnessed countless life-and-death situations, she keenly sensed the unusual nature of this mission.

The tracking signal, which should have been clear, was intermittent, as if it were being interfered with by some powerful force.

The detector's alarm was no longer regular; instead, it had a strange rhythm.

An ominous premonition washed over her like a tide; she knew that the enemy she was facing this time might be far greater than she had imagined.

Schicksal's headquarters' investigation of Kiana and its pursuit of the Hyperion naturally didn't take much time.

Soon, the metal deck of the Hyperion began to shake violently, and Fu Hua rushed into the training ground, stepping over the broken wreckage of the alarm lights.

Her hair was tousled by the airflow, yet she maintained her sharp stance. When her gaze swept over Theresa and the others, who were being controlled by dolls, her pupils suddenly contracted.

Kiana's neck wound was still bleeding, Himeko was kneeling on one knee trembling, and Theresa's stigmata glowed dimly like a candle flame.

"Let them go!"

Fu Hua's voice carried a chilling sword aura, but the response she received was Jing Ye's soft laughter as he played with the fluffy doll.

He held up the Raiden Mei-like doll to his eyes, its crooked, button-like eyes seeming to mock Fu Hua's anger.

"Now that you're here, don't leave in a hurry."

Raiden Mei felt a bone-chilling coldness run down her spine. The moment Jing Ye tugged on the silk thread, her body moved uncontrollably toward Fu Hua.

Combat boots left long tracks on the blood-stained floor, each step feeling like stepping on one's own heart.

“Class monitor…” Her voice was broken and hoarse, and tears blurred her vision again.

Fu Hua's eyes shifted from shock to heartache as she watched her former student raise a weapon like a puppet on a string.

"Mei, wake up!"

Fu Hua stared intently at the three blood-stained, furry dolls in Jing Ye's hands, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty.

As a warrior who had experienced countless battles, she had imagined countless scenarios of confronting Kiana and the others, but she never expected to witness this scene.

Theresa, as the leader of the Far East branch of Schicksal, was now suppressed to the point that her stigmata were dimmed, and she knelt on the ground in a sorry state.

Himeko's blood, seeping from beneath her bandages, stained her combat uniform bright red; she didn't even have the strength to lift her head.

Meanwhile, Raiden Mei, the student she had watched grow up, was approaching her step by step, knife in hand, her eyes vacant.

“Impossible…” Fu Hua murmured to herself, her voice trembling without her even realizing it.

She had fought alongside Theresa and witnessed her sweeping victories with the Oath of Judah in hand.

These memories collided with the scene before her, causing her temples to throb.

Jing Ye seemed to see through her shock, a playful smile appearing on his lips as he gently tugged at the threads of the doll in his hand.

Theresa suddenly let out a muffled groan, her body falling forward uncontrollably, her forehead slamming heavily against the metal floor.

"Why do you think I made a point of letting you find me here?"

Jingye toyed with the Raiden Mei doll, his fingertips pinching the doll's neck. Mei's face instantly turned red, and her breathing became rapid.

"This show wouldn't be as exciting without you."

Fu Hua glared angrily, but hesitated to make a move. She looked at the tears streaming down Raiden Mei's face and at Kiana's face contorted with pain, and felt a pang of heartache.

Despite bearing a divine mandate, she now deeply resented her mission.

Former comrades and students have fallen to such a state, while I am forced to stand on the opposite side.

Fu Hua's palms clenched tighter and tighter, her knuckles turning white from the force.

She glanced deeply at the manipulated crowd, a low sigh escaping her throat.

"Feel sorry."

However, the instant she suddenly rose up, an invisible pressure surged in from all directions.

The air suddenly distorted, and the red light of the alarm trembled violently under this force, as if it might shatter at any moment.

Jing Ye's Conqueror's Haki spread like a tangible force, causing the metal floor to crack inch by inch wherever it went, with fine cracks spreading like a spider web to Fu Hua's feet.

Fu Hua's offensive abruptly halted, as if gripped by an invisible hand.

She felt as if a cold, giant hand was gripping her heart tightly, making it incredibly difficult to breathe.

The aura he had cultivated and refined instantly crumbled under this pressure, and his legs trembled uncontrollably, emitting a dull thud.

Jing Ye's voice seemed to come from the abyss, each word carrying a chilling coldness.

He stepped forward slowly, each step causing the air to hum with unbearable strain. Fu Hua gritted her teeth and looked up, only to see a chilling glint in Jing Ye's eyes, a gaze that seemed to pierce through her soul and utterly crush her pride and confidence.

The manipulated Theresa and others also struggled in pain under the impact of the domineering aura. Kiana let out a suppressed whimper, and Himeko's wound reopened, with blood dripping continuously from the bandage.

Fu Hua's hair was whipped up with an imposing gesture, flying wildly in the wind.

She watched Jing Ye approach step by step, but she didn't even have the strength to raise her hand to resist.

Shock and resentment surged within her like a tidal wave. She had never imagined that such terrifying power existed in the world, rendering even a warrior who had lived for a thousand years powerless to resist.

Fu Hua's hair tumbled wildly in the air currents stirred up by her Conqueror's Haki, each strand of hair seemingly being gripped and pulled by an invisible hand.

Fine beads of blood seeped from between her clenched teeth, the metallic sweetness of blood mingling with the churning blood in her throat, burning her dry mouth.

From the point of impact, fine cracks spread out like a spider web across the metal surface beneath the combat boots, growing wildly in all directions.

Just as his consciousness was about to be crushed by this terrifying pressure, the Feather Dust wrapped around his wrist suddenly became hot, and dazzling golden light burst forth from the ancient patterns.

Those images, sealed away by time and imprinted deep in her memory, rippled like the surface of a lake broken by a boulder, before shattering completely.

When Kevin wielded the Heavenly Judgment, the crimson flames, powerful enough to tear the sky apart, and the heat waves rushed towards her, as if to engulf her.

These fragments of memories, dormant for thousands of years, flashed rapidly through her mind like a revolving lantern.

Fu Hua's pupils contracted sharply, her eyes filled with disbelief. In the era of the Flame Moths, a time of heroes and powerful warriors, she had fought alongside countless mighty fighters and witnessed all sorts of earth-shattering power.

Even so, I had never felt such suffocating oppression. This pressure was not just a matter of overwhelming power.

It was more like a shock from the depths of her soul, making every cell in her body scream for submission.

"How could this be..." Fu Hua's whisper was instantly swallowed up by the domineering roar.