As the countdown hit zero, the light in the entire arena suddenly dimmed, as if it had been pulled into a deep, nocturnal curtain.
*Crackle.*
A crisp sound, like bones snapping back into place, echoed in the silence.
A ripple spread through the void, and a figure stepped out, stretching lazily and unhurriedly.
He looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old with an ordinary appearance—the type that would disappear the moment he stepped into a crowd.
However, his attire formed a sharp contrast with his plainness.
A black military cap sat casually on his head, its brim encircled by golden wheat ears symbolizing great achievements.
His black-and-red military uniform was crisp and form-fitting, every button glinting with a cold metallic light, exuding an aura of iron blood and slaughter.
Most striking of all was the cloak behind him, as black as the night. Its lining was a deep dark red with intricate gold patterns embroidered along the edges, and a majestic Five-Clawed Golden Dragon loomed faintly on the fabric, appearing as if it might come to life with every movement he made.
He cracked his neck, and his pitch-black eyes swept over the empty arena. His brow furrowed slightly, his voice carrying a natural sense of indifference.
“…You heretics… you really never stop…”
‘A guy?’ Mo Qingqing looked at the boy who had suddenly appeared, a flicker of surprise flashing in her deep red pupils.
The Su Yun she knew was clearly a soft, adorable, and easily bullied little girl.
However, she didn’t care much.
As long as the current form was a little girl, it didn’t matter what her past form looked like.
“The lesson I gave you wasn’t enough, it seems… Does a mere middle-stage piece of trash dare to provoke My majesty?”
The Su Yun from another timeline—or rather, this Saint Su Yun of the Church—frowned. The way he looked at Mo Qingqing was cold, indifferent, and devoid of any emotion, much like a God looking down at a lowly ant.
Outside the space, the spectators were in an uproar.
The real Su Yun’s mouth hung open as she stared blankly at the screen at the version of herself who possessed such an overbearing aura and referred to himself as “this Emperor.” Her mind went completely blank.
Mo Qingqing actually chose her as a simulated opponent?
It was over, completely over…
She subconsciously gripped the corner of her clothes, her fluffy ears standing up in nervousness.
“Heh…” Inside the arena, Mo Qingqing was thoroughly incensed by his gaze, which treated her like trash.
What kind of thing dared to look at her like that?
How did a mere simulated entity dare to be so disrespectful to its master?
However, the opponent was a Level 31 Middle-Order Mage evaluated by the system and carried a string of terrifying titles. Mo Qingqing still gave him the basic respect of drawing her staff.
‘Since the opponent is from the Elemental Church, I’ll use a higher-level Law power. I’ll use Space directly…’
Before Mo Qingqing could finish her thought, the opposite Su Yun moved!
There was no casting preamble, no mana fluctuation, and not even the slightest warning!
His figure seemed to bridge the spatial distance instantly, appearing right in front of her.
There was no emotion in those pitch-black eyes; she couldn’t even sense a hint of killing intent.
It was as if… he were simply kicking aside a piece of annoying trash on the road.
*Thwack…*
Mo Qingqing felt a chill in her chest. Looking down, she saw a fist encased in a black military glove had already pierced through her torso.
Intense pain instantly swept through her body, and she immediately coughed up a mouthful of blood, instinctively trying to pull away.
But what followed was an elbow strike she couldn’t even react to.
Su Yun’s body twisted at an incredible angle, and his elbow hit Mo Qingqing’s head with the precision and ferocity of a siege hammer.
*Crack!*
Mo Qingqing clearly heard the terrifying sound of her own skull fracturing.
The intense pain caused her brain to go blank for a moment.
She finally realized what was going on with Su Yun’s string of titles like “Witch Slayer” and “Wizard Tearer.”
Su Yun didn’t give Mo Qingqing the slightest chance to breathe.
Following the series of blows, he instantly swung a sharp hand-blade, which sliced across Mo Qingqing’s slender neck and took her head right off.
Her lithe body lost its support and fell powerlessly onto the yellow sand.
*Rumble!*
Only at this moment did the signature, deafening roar of lightning magic arrive late, as if it were chasing the afterimages of Su Yun’s attacks.
Every one of his attacks had exceeded the speed of sound.
Self-Created Magic
**[Thunder Dash: Eight Extremities Fist]**!
“And here I thought it would be something impressive… Heh, fragile.”
A hint of mockery appeared at the corner of Su Yun’s mouth as he casually tossed Mo Qingqing’s bloody head onto the ground and then ruthlessly stepped on it, bursting it into a mess of pulp.
‘What is wrong with this guy…’
Mo Qingqing’s consciousness drifted in the darkness, but her powerful Life Law prevented her from truly “dying.”
Her headless body suddenly moved, and her lingering instincts drove her mana.
*Rumble—*
A dense forest rose from the ground, and tough vines intertwined like giant pythons in an attempt to completely trap and strangle Su Yun.
Su Yun narrowed his eyes, let out a cold snort, and stomped his right foot hard.
*Boom!*
The ground shook instantly as a massive, bottomless crack appeared beneath the forest like the maw of an abyss, swallowing all the rising plants along with the earth.
“So stubborn… Then what if I turn you completely to powder?”
As soon as he finished speaking, Su Yun’s figure instantly decomposed into countless spots of light, vanishing into the brightness.
**[Light and Shadow Leap]**
In an instant, he crossed the spatial barrier and arrived beside Mo Qingqing’s rapidly reconstructing body.
At this point, Mo Qingqing had already regrown most of her head, and between her pale lips, she held a pill flickering with nine different colors.
That was the final trump card she had refined.
Seeing Su Yun appear before her like a ghost, she bit down on the pill without hesitation!
“Hmph.” A cold light flashed in Su Yun’s eyes. He didn’t give her any opportunity at all; his fists immediately turned into a torrential rain, falling madly upon her body that had just begun to recover.
Self-Created Magic
**[Thunder Flame: Wing Chun]**!
Fast! So fast that even the afterimages disappeared!
Every punch contained the violence of lightning and the heat of fire. Amidst the dense shadows of his fists, Mo Qingqing’s body was smashed to pieces in an instant, flesh and blood flying everywhere.
But in the next second, something incredible happened.
Under the cover of the nine-colored radiance, the shattered flesh not only recovered instantly but also began to expand and twist violently.
Her beautiful face became hideous and terrifying due to this frantic proliferation; her body grew tall, her muscles bulged, and hard shells and bone spurs grew from her skin.
Su Yun wanted to continue his pursuit, but he quickly found that his attacks containing the power of thunder and flame were like mud falling into the sea when they hit her, completely useless.
His expression changed slightly as he keenly sensed more than ten weak Law signatures erupting from within Mo Qingqing.
“Law power?!”
He quickly judged the danger and didn’t linger. His body turned into light again as he retreated rapidly.
But soon, his figure hidden in the light was forcibly stripped from its light-speed state by an invisible force, pinning him in place.
“Space Law?”
Su Yun whipped his head around, and what met his eyes was a twisted giant beast dozens of meters tall that no longer looked human.
The beast was composed of tangled flesh, bone, and plants, with countless eyes opening and closing on its body, staring fixedly at him.
At that moment, the giant beast opened its abyss-like mouth toward him.
**[Pseudo: Multi-Elemental Saturated Light Cannon]**!
*Hum—!*
Accompanied by a roar that made the entire space tremble.
A massive pillar of light shot into the sky, accurately locking onto the spatially-restricted Su Yun and scoring a direct hit!
His figure instantly vanished within that blindingly brilliant light.
A moment later.
The light cannon gradually faded, leaving a massive, bottomless trench on the ground with edges that were completely vitrified.
Only a charred figure remained, like a scorched dead leaf, falling powerlessly from mid-air. It hit the ground with a *thud* and grew silent.
Was it over?
The giant eyes of the beast that Mo Qingqing had become flickered with an uncertain light.
Although she had won, she had won in such a pathetic manner that she even had to use her final trump card.
This brought her an unprecedented sense of humiliation.
‘When I get back…’
Suddenly, an ethereal chant drifted into her ears from all directions.
It was a language she had never heard before.
**[Heaven and Earth Without Limit]**
**[All Laws Return to One]**
**[Sun and Moon Rotate]**
**[Reshape My Form]**
Along with the chant, an incredibly thick and pure aura of Life Law suddenly emerged from the charred remains. This aura was so vast that it far surpassed Mo Qingqing’s own!
“Soul… return!”
With a final call that seemed to come from ancient times, the charred remains instantly turned to ash. Within that ash, a speck of emerald light lit up. Then, flesh, bone, and meridians reconstructed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
A brand-new, completely intact body was reshaped within the light.
The youth slowly opened his eyes, and deep within those pitch-black pupils, a golden killing intent ignited.
“I… am a bit angry.”