Chapter 33
Dark Battle Angel: An Ode To Chaos.
Pit of the damned~
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Lu Xie Tong fell into a daze but quickly snapped out of it just as fast. Looking at Yan Feitian, her expression remained mocking.
"I'm looking," she said coolly, "But I just don't like what I see, especially those eyes."
And then she struck.
In one seamless motion, she landed a vicious knee kick, then brought her elbow down with an explosive force, connecting it squarely with his jaw.
CRACK!
As the impact connected with Feitian's jaw, an audible snap echoed across the Pit. It wasn't enough to break his bone, but it rattled him.
His foot slid back a half-step, more from surprise than pain.
The crowd gasped.
"Nice try! But keep those eyes to yourself, and those hands too. I have Yan clan germaphobia, you know."
Yan Feitian was still processing what had just happened. In his mind, it had all been planned out. He would take her down with one move, but somehow, this mere first-order Qi Refinement girl had managed to resist his Eyes of Dreamscape.
No, she wasn't immune. She definitely fell into a daze for the briefest of moments, Feitian thought.
As Feitian pondered, Lu Xie Tong didn't waste a second. Her figure had already leapt toward him, ready to deliver a lethal blow.
Feitian's eyes flicked upward—just in time to see her heel slicing downward like a guillotine.
He moved aside just in time, narrowly avoiding the lethal strike. But in that instant, his hands shot out, latching onto her neck and slamming her into the floor violently.
CRACK!
Lu Xie Tong's back throbbed with pain as her spine rattled from the impact.
"Let's try this again," Feitian said, a slight tint of indignation in his voice.
Dreamscape—Nightmare Crescendo!
Feitian's eyes locked onto Lu Xie Tong's, turning a dark shade of purple, beguiling to the soul.
Lu Xie Tong was well-prepared for his mental attacks, but somehow, her deepest fears and pains resurfaced like nightmares, trying to devour her sanity.
The tragic fate of her biological family had faced replayed like a broken record, in a more horrible scenero than it actually did in reality nearly driving her to the brink of madness. Her eyes reddened with anger.
"Who exactly are you?" Feitian asked, surprised by the strange memories that replayed in her nightmares.
Feitian's words seemed to jolt her back to her senses. Shoving his hands off, she smashed his head into the floor before sending him flying with a powerful kick as she got back to her feet.
"I told you to keep those eyes to yourself," Lu Xie Tong said in a chilling manner, making the temperature in the arena drop several degrees. Her previous playfulness was gone—she seemed like a completely different person now.
She unsheathed a soft sword that had been wrapped around her waist like a belt.
Sword in hand, she dashed at Feitian, aiming for his eyes.
Feitian quickly responded, raising an arm to block the strike. He was successful, but the counterforce caused the soft blade to whip around, curving over and leaving a deep gash on his back.
Lu Xie Tong, now in a furious state, unleashed a flurry of attacks, each one leaving a gash or two with every strike and recoil.
Blood ran down his arms, back, and face. One cut nearly took his left eye.
From the audience, someone muttered, stunned,
"She's this strong already… at just Qi Condensation?"
Feitian gritted his teeth. He hadn't expected this level of pressure. Not from her.
She somehow always managed to break free from his mental attacks, and that left him frustrated.
The moment he parried her blow again, Xie Tong vanished once more—her steps light, her presence flickering like a candle in the wind.
She was testing him.
No.
She was playing with him.
"You're holding back," she called from behind him. "What? Afraid to hurt a little girl?"
Feitian didn't answer. Instead, he stretched out his hands, and a dreamy azure long sword began to take shape. The sword was made entirely from True Qi, swirling in a blue mist, and etched with countless tiny runes that squirmed on its surface.
Dreamscape—An Ode to Chaos.
Feitian's eyes turned deep blue, matching the manifestation of the azure sword.
Lu Xie Tong immediately felt herself shrink, while Feitian figure suddenly appeared as a towering giant, clad in an azure armour, and wielded an azure long sword. This figure seemed to be upholding the heavens in her eyes.
She could hear the march of countless soldiers, bravely marching into a chaotic battlefield. The sound unnerved her.
However, her soul was too seasoned to be affected. She knew this was nothing more than an illusion meant to sway her will.
"I won't hold back anymore," Feitian said, his voice quiet but carrying to every ear in the arena.
Lu Xie Tong grinned. "Why do you make it sound like you've been doing me a favor?" She scoffed.
This time, Feitian vanished in a flash of light.
Her eyes narrowed.
Too fast.
She brought her arm up just in time to catch the glint of his azure blade screaming toward her. His figure still loomed as an azure giant in her eyes.
She felt like a mantis trying to stop a charging chariot in full speed.
Her soft sword lashed out, intercepting the strike with a muffled bang.
Her soft blade vibrated violently as they stood locked for a moment—sword to sword, inches apart.
Feitian's voice was low. "You're strong. Too strong for a mere first-order Qi Refinement practitioner."
Xie Tong leaned forward, lips curling. "Maybe you're too weak. Too weak for a first-order True Qi master."
Lu Xie Tong suddenly amplified the force behind her sword, manipulating its soft blade to whip forward.
Whack!
A matching bloody gash to Feitian's left face appeared on his right, bearly missing his eye as well, warm blood trickled down.
Their battle ignited into a storm.
Their clash intensified, blades moving faster than most eyes could track, as they were locked in a brutal stalemate.
In the viewing platform, the Yan clan elders exchanged concerned glances.
"She's not holding back at all," one murmured.
"Neither is he," another replied. "But I can tell that this is definitely not their limit."
The audience was stunned into silence. Yan Feitian had already defied common sense by defeating Yang Wei, a second-order True Qi master who was a minor realm higher.
But Lu Xie Tong holding her own in a stalemate with a first-order True Qi master? That was insane. The crowd felt like the existing order of things had flipped on it's head or taken the wrong medicine today.
She was only at the Qi Refinement stage, for heaven's sake. The difference between them was enormous.
An entire stage difference!
On the other hand, the Yin-Yang dynasty felt their blood boil. Finally, someone was wiping the smug look off Feitian's face.
Yang Jiang and Yin Feiyu shared the same expression of shock.
Back in the pit, Xie Tong was trying to find a way to break the stalemate but couldn't find one—until a sudden epiphany struck her.