In front of the ancient green willow, not twenty meters away, dust and smoke billowed, and gravel constantly splashed. Within the gradually dissipating smoke, a large crater, twenty to thirty meters in diameter, was visible, with a dark red armored figure lying in it.
A robust, bare-chested man stood on top of the armored figure, his fists clenched. The smile on his face was no different from that of a devil in the armored figure's eyes.
To the onlookers, however, he was inspiring, his bared teeth seeming to gleam in the sunlight.
He was so fierce!
His blow from above, which sent the dark red armored figure crashing down, contained not just strength, but also various techniques and a mastery of combat timing.
As an elite who had undergone systematic training, Maisha knew well how difficult this was.
To achieve this, even with the advantage of surprise, this fierce man was an incredibly powerful being, a non-human realm expert stronger than the Green Willow Tree Demon and the dark red armored figure!
Was he the mentor from Blue Star?
Maisha gazed, a hint of disappointment growing. It wasn't that he wasn't strong; his power far exceeded her estimations. It was just that his thick stubble and his uninhibited, bare-chested image were a far cry from the mentor she had imagined.
Compared to strength, appearance was insignificant.
Maisha shook her head, casting away the trivial thoughts from her mind.
"Is this the mentor? He's indeed very strong."
Shi Yunxi, standing nearby, was slightly surprised. "He's not the mentor, but Mr. Xing is also a very powerful expert."
Hearing this, Maisha was stunned, followed by profound astonishment. She found it difficult to maintain her composure. If not for the pervasive dust, she would have gasped.
Counting carefully, the Green Willow, the burly man named Xing, and the mentor, whose name was known but who remained unseen, that made three non-human realm existences! She desperately wanted to ask, just how many non-humans did your Blue Star have!
However, this uninhibited fierce man wasn't the mentor?
Maisha looked into the distance, at the figure shrouded in dust. Her gaze rippled slightly, her thoughts drifting for a moment.
Under countless watchful eyes, Xing Jinglei struck a pose for a while, flexing his bulging arm muscles. He merely regretted that there were no screams from young girls.
Ah, perhaps they were too stunned.
Only the familiar shouts of his three henchmen reached his ears.
"Boss is mighty, boss is invincible!"
"I also think the boss is invincible!"
"Boss, are you hungry?"
Damn it! If they asked again, he would genuinely be hungry!
Xing Jinglei's mouth twitched slightly. He looked at the black armored warrior charging at him from a distance and grinned. "Let him come. I'll send him to heaven myself."
He stood on the dark red armored figure, facing the surging black tide before him. He bent his stance and threw a punch.
Boom—!!
The punch directly tore through the black tide, as if capable of parting the ocean. Xing Jinglei stomped on the ground, landing heavily on the dark red armored figure. The armor was forced to bend further, the earth cracked again, and he himself shot out like a cannonball.
The burly man and the black armored warrior, two figures closed in an instant.
The greatsword was wielded with grand sweeps, imbued with extreme power and precise timing. It was a swift, accurate, and ruthless fighting style honed on the battlefield.
But Xing Jinglei's boxing was even more exquisite. Feints, blocks, punches; every strike contained profound principles. He was an undisputed master of boxing, an ultimate expert who had reached the pinnacle.
Within a few exchanges, the black armored warrior's guard was wide open.
Overpowered! Crushed!
The cannon-like punch shattered, and the black figure was blasted away, only to be driven back into the ground by his whip-like leg.
Just then, Xing Jinglei heard a startled cry, and a strong wind tore through the air behind him.
He tilted his head slightly.
"He's hit!"
A hoarse voice, tinged with a hint of surprise, came from behind him.
Xing Jinglei's entire body sank, the ground beneath his size 48 shoe cracking. A dark red figure had surprisingly appeared behind him, launching an unscrupulous sneak attack. The broadsword, sharp and radiating a blood-red glow, struck his shoulder heavily…
A dull clang of metal against metal resounded.
Clang—
Not only were the people who had gasped in surprise from afar stunned, but the dark red armored figure, with his hint of surprise, was also taken aback. He didn't know whether to continue his sword strike or withdraw it.
Xing Jinglei's bare-chested torso gleamed with a bright bronze metallic sheen. He shrugged his shoulders, shaking off the broadsword, then flicked off dust with his finger, turning to face the figure before him.
His grinning smile was as ferocious as a demon god's.
"Old iron, put a little more strength into it."
Seeing the dark red armored figure retreat slightly, Xing Jinglei unleashed a punch. The punch exploded outwards, creating cloud-like ripples. The dark red armor twisted its body and flew backward. Before it could fully take flight, Xing Jinglei's rough, large hand grabbed the opponent's boot and swung it down with immense force.
Boom—!
The armored figure, held by the hand, slammed into the earth. He straddled him and began throwing punches like a phantom, one after another.
Dramatically! Dramatically! Dramatically!
The explosive sounds echoed like firecrackers, spreading far and wide. In just a few seconds, Xing Jinglei stood up, looking at the dark red armor, which had a few cracks but remained largely intact, with slight surprise.
"This armor is not bad."
He turned and left.
Behind him, the minion of the evil god, imprinted in the cracked earth, with countless blood and flesh fragments seeping from the cracks in its armor, was lifeless.
Seeing this, the black armored minion did not hesitate and fled into the gray mist.
Xing Jinglei also stepped forward to pursue.
The gray mist churned violently, and within it, bursts of explosions and roars could be heard. Shockwaves emanated from within the mist, stirring the thick, unyielding gray fog.
After a while,
A burly man emerged from the mist, dragging a corpse, covered in blood.
Green, red, and black.
...
Deep within the strange realm, in the City of Sword Flowers.
This was an elegant city. Compared to the Black Rock Alliance, the buildings in its outer and inner sections, though densely packed, were not as oppressive. They had simple yet beautiful decorations. The inner city had a more refined style, adorned with flowers and plants everywhere. The elites who frequented the city were mostly dressed in splendid attire, armed with swords, and appeared energetic.
Within this city stood three most revered and elegant places.
These were the three academies that everyone yearned for. In the Dean's office at Rose Academy, adorned with various flowers, Dean Rose pulled open a drawer and took out a roll of ancient parchment.
She slowly unfurled the special brownish-yellow paper, and elegant characters appeared on its surface.
"Esteemed Dean, as per your instructions, student Maisha has departed for Blue Star... this newly discovered world. There was a minor accident during her descent, but she emerged unharmed. Thanks to this scare, the student has also discovered the extraordinary aspects of the Blue Star world."
"(Three hundred words omitted)"
"Dean, the uniqueness of Blue Star is truly one in ten thousand. I believe that in our cooperation with Blue Star, we should continue to increase our stakes to achieve greater mutual benefit."
"The student will now truly enter Blue Star for deeper exchange and understanding, bringing more information."
"Sincerely, Student Maisha."
Dean Rose sat at her desk, lost in thought for a long time.
Suddenly, she tapped her fingertip, and streaks of crimson rose petals from the windowsill swirled out, disappearing into the distance with the wind.
After a moment,
More petals floated back, clustering together, forming two floral rings in front of Dean Rose. Ripples continuously appeared within the rings, gradually revealing two indistinct figures.
The figure on the left was slender. He stood by the window, hands clasped behind his back, with a sword hanging from each side of his waist.
This was the Dean of Swords.
The figure on the right was robust, yet not at all rough or savage. In contrast to his gold-trimmed clothes, he also appeared elegant, an elegance different from that of swords or roses.
This was the Dean of Battle Songs.
He spoke, "Maisha has landed in the new world and brought back firsthand information, but… isn't this somewhat exaggerated?"
An estimated three non-human level beings!
Two non-human minions killed on the spot!
And all of this came from a mysterious new force that had recently appeared… even novels wouldn't dare write it like this.
Hearing him, Dean Rose pondered for a moment before replying, "The information is indeed somewhat exaggerated, but Maisha is my prize disciple. She is not one to exaggerate."
"Her astonishment in the letter is palpable, almost losing her usual elegance. If she hadn't witnessed something exceptionally shocking, Maisha wouldn't be like this."
"She may not be a genius, but she is one of the most outstanding newcomers of our generation."
"Genius..."
Hearing these words, the Dean of Swords sighed.
Maisha was indeed quite talented, otherwise, she wouldn't have been entrusted with the role of 'emissary,' nor would she be one of the most promising individuals of the new generation in Sword Flower City to break through to the non-human realm.
But compared to the person in the great oasis next door, Maisha paled in comparison.
"I heard that he is a super genius who, at just twenty-one years old, has already advanced to the Commander level of the Five Senses, and his condition is stable with little pollution or mutation."
This wasn't just a comparison with the new generation; even they, the old guys in their twenties, thirties, or even hundreds, felt envious.
Perhaps there was a chance to glimpse mythology.
The Dean of Swords looked at the parchment, paused, and said, "Make some preparations, await the opportunity, and if necessary... increase our stakes."
...
Camp No. 2. Old Man Xing searched the area and then left.
Shi Yunxi and the others were still accompanying him.
It was now more than half a day after the 'Battle of Slaying Two Non-Humans.' Maisha's turbulent emotions had gradually calmed.
She was preparing to enter Blue Star.
Of course, not through the secret realm entrance. The entrances and exits of the secret realm were only for locals. She was an outsider, and the secret realm was a wall to her, an insurmountable obstacle.
But Maisha had her own preparations.
Or rather, Sword Flower City had contingency plans.
After calming herself, she set up a 'descent ceremony' within the safety of Camp No. 2.
Soon, with a soft splash, as if passing through a water curtain, Maisha truly entered Blue Star. When she opened her eyes, she saw Polly and Anna, who had been waiting for her.
Shi Yunxi also arrived shortly after.
"The mentor has agreed to meet you."
"Really?"
Maisha exclaimed in surprise. "Then what are we waiting for! Let's go!"
Shi Yunxi shook her head slightly. "Don't be in such a hurry, it's not dinnertime yet."
"Dinnertime?"
Seeing Maisha's slightly bewildered eyes, she smiled and said, "It's our custom to discuss cooperation at the dinner table. After tonight's banquet, you will meet the mentor."
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Author's Notes:
Posting first, will revise later, sob~