Kalpas crashed heavily onto the spot where Sirin had been standing, his terrifying power completely shattering the metal floor in that area!
Crimson magma mixed with twisted metal splattered in all directions, and scorching heatwaves rolled, instantly creating a small hellish scene there.
The entire training space shook violently, and the alarm sounded shrilly after a one-second delay.
Xing had already seen the bad situation when Kalpas erupted, performing a backflip and roll to hide in a relatively safe corner. Now, looking at the messy 'meteorite crater' and Kalpas slowly straightening up in the center of the pit, engulfed in flames, staring intently at Sirin in the air, she patted her chest with lingering fear.
(Good heavens... this isn't sparring, this is demolition!)
Then, she looked at Sirin, who was suspended in mid-air, adorned in magnificent Herrscher attire, exuding an astonishing aura, blinked, and a thought popped into her mind:
(Did this... completely bring out Kiana's second personality? I wonder if I have such a cool second personality? Maybe I should ask Herta to check someday?)
At this moment, Sirin was anything but 'cool'.
Unexpectedly punched away (though not injured, it was humiliating!), her harsh words interrupted by a louder roar before she could finish, and then smashed like a meteorite target... Even a clay figure has some temper, let alone the arrogant Herrscher of the Void?
She slowly raised her hand, adorned with a magnificent glove, gently stroking the cheek that had been grazed. In her golden eyes, the last trace of doubt caused by the opponent's abnormal hatred and formidable strength was replaced by raging fury.
"Heh..."
She let out a soft chuckle devoid of humor, her beautiful face filled with killing intent. "Madman... truly a good madman."
Her gaze, as if looking at an insect about to be crushed, locked onto Kalpas in the magma pit below, who was glaring up at her.
"Since you're in such a hurry to die..."
Sirin, expressionless, raised her right hand, gently rubbing her thumb and middle finger together.
"Snap."
A crisp snap echoed clearly in the training room, filled with the sound of exploding flames and spatial alarms.
In an instant, within the vast space centered around Sirin, countless purple cracks with golden patterns flowing along their edges suddenly burst open!
Like a mirror shattering all at once!
From each crack, the Spear of the Void, shimmering with cold light, instantly emerged!
All spear tips pointed at the same target—Kalpas!
Hundreds? Thousands? Tens of thousands?
Dense, obscuring the sky and sun, almost filling the upper half of the training room space!
Cold luster intertwined with unstable spatial fluctuations, forming an extremely spectacular yet suffocating picture.
Sirin elegantly waved her right hand downwards, like an orchestra conductor bringing down the final note.
"Then come and accept your death."
"—Target, that madman."
"Swish swish swish swish—!!!"
Ten thousand spears launched simultaneously!
The sound of them tearing through the air was as shrill as a ghost's cry!
A purple torrent, carrying the power to rip space apart, mercilessly poured down towards the crimson hell below!
Bamboo Forest
"Breathing... should sink to the Dantian, not the belly."
Hua's voice calmly corrected, "Perceive the flowing power within you, guide it, and try to resonate with the Path power you are familiar with in the jade tiles, rather than resist it."
Qingque sat weakly on the meditation cushion, holding a jade tiles in each hand, trying to perceive as Hua instructed.
She felt nothing in her Dantian.
That so-called 'power' within her?
She only felt the urge to slack off conflicting with the will to 'listen attentively'.
After several rounds of attempts, Hua came to a conclusion: Qingque's talent was not bad; in fact, her affinity and instinctive use of her unique 'Path power' were quite remarkable.
But the problem was—she was simply lazy.
Distracted, lacking perseverance, she would never stand if she could sit, and never be serious if she could be perfunctory.
"Senior..."
Qingque seized a moment during a breathing interval, her eyes darting around, trying to change the subject. "That girl we saw last time, the one who's really good at sword dancing, Li... Li Sushang, right? Why isn't she here today? I wanted to ask her for some pointers!"
(Subtext: Can we switch the teaching subject?)
Hua glanced at her, seemingly seeing through her little scheme, but didn't expose it, merely replying calmly, "She is resting, or rather, adapting to the new environment and digesting what she gained from the previous match."
"Oh, oh, resting is good, resting is good!"
Qingque nodded repeatedly, then asked curiously, "So, is she... my senior sister?"
She thought, if she had a senior sister, maybe she could help share some of the 'firepower'?
Hua fell silent for a moment, seemingly meticulously clarifying the relationship, then said, "Not entirely. She... is my grand-disciple."
"Grand-disciple?!"
Qingque's eyes widened slightly in surprise. "You... your disciple's disciple? I didn't expect Marshal... uh, Senior, you have quite a few disciples!"
Scenes from storybooks flashed through her mind instantly, about establishing sects and having thousands of disciples.
"Past events are like fleeting clouds."
Hua's tone was calm, seemingly unwilling to elaborate. "Focus. Your 'Heart's Core' is not yet stable, and you're already thinking about pulling strings?"
Qingque stuck out her tongue, quickly repositioned herself, but grumbled inwardly:
(Even a grand-disciple is so powerful, what must a disciple be like? Is your teaching pressure a bit too high? So, could you lower your expectations for me, this unaccomplished 'next-generation successor'?)
The air in Fuyuki City was humid, and the afternoon sun cast dappled shadows on the park's sandy ground through sparse clouds.
Long Night Moon sat on a bench, her black umbrella folded and resting beside her, her crimson eyes calmly scanning the peaceful surroundings.
Her perception, like an invisible spiderweb, had already covered this area, meticulously capturing any slight fluctuation that might be related to Huo Huo.
As a result, nothing was found.
Jack, meanwhile, was 'busy' near the recycling station at the other end of the park.
She was squatting beside a large green trash can, her golden eyes intently observing the opening and closing mechanism of the lid, occasionally leaning closer to sniff, and attempting to poke the material of the can body with her finger, assessing its differences from similar facilities in Belobog.
For her, researching local'special facilities' was a fulfilling activity.
(Search yielded no results.)
Long Night Moon reported concisely via mental link.
In the System Space, Black Herta frowned, looking at the information feedback from Long Night Moon and the live footage of Jack researching the trash can on the light screen.
"The location is Fuyuki City, so the world line should be correct."
Black Herta lightly tapped her arm. "Could it be that we went to the wrong parallel world line?"
"Recalibrating and deepening scan now."
The System was beside her, data streams surging in its inverted cross pupils. "Excluding parallel world interference, retrieving phase anomalies, and simultaneously comparing with the local 'Holy Grail War' historical record database... Retrieval complete."
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