Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Pieces of paper scudded over the ground and slammed on Elba’s combat boots. She stared dead at the opponent, who was only the height of her waist, but the knifelike, murderous aura of the young boy was almost giving her goosebumps. “The Ironfist Society? I see. Then do you know who you have just killed?”
Khadula raised his right hand and clenched it into a fist. “No idea. Will someone be coming to kill me?”
While speaking, pale arms began to rise under his feet with a hissing sound, and they all grew as long as a dozen meters. “I do hope someone will come looking for me so that I can find some more collection items.” Khadula’s eyes turned dark and hollow, the corner of his mouth cocking in a creepy smile as he gazed at Elba.
Almost at the same time, Elba shimmered in a green light, which quickly formed a layer of liquid-like strands that slowly flowed and shrouded her like a green armor. Following that, dark saucers started to appear in the air around her. Just the size of a palm, some as large as a basin, the saucers were densely distributed in the surroundings, directly opposite Khadula.
As the two stood on the pedestrian sidewalk, the shutter doors of the shops on the side were creaking in protest under the powerful twisting energy-field force, the gray concrete pavement cracked silently, and the fire hydrant crocked up with water spurting out like a fountain.
The dark saucers and the pale arms became a stark contrast in black and white. For a moment, no one dared to make the first move. Both Elba and Khadula were gauging each other’s strength, trying to feel how nasty and powerful the other was.
If the man with an ‘X’ scar on his face was an opponent where Khadula could finish off with little effort, then this Elba standing before him was a formidable adversary whom he had no confidence in defeating.
“Show me what you got.” Khadula reached out his lotus root-like arms, white flowing lines that were made up of countless smaller arms that weaved together and formed the more massive pale arms began to rise under his feet and writhed around him.
“You think you can beat me?” There was a vicious look on Elba’s face, her long blue hair fluttering in the air even though it was a windless night. The dark saucers formed a giant dark sphere and shrouded her and Khadula in it. Their eyes met, both emanating a deadly gaze and saw the heinousness in each other.
“I’ve made up my mind…” Khadula licked his lips, “I will not only want your hands but also your skin!” He whisked his hands up in front and clenched into a fist. Instantly, thousands of pale arms burst out from behind him and charged at the opponent.
Almost simultaneously, giant snakes shot out from the dark saucers in the surroundings. These snakes had mere skeletons, but they hissed and shimmered in green light to meet the hostile pale arms.
Green and white clashed like two distinct waves with a deafening boom and powerful shockwave, tearing bone and flesh into pieces, which then poured down like rainfall from the sky.
Elba firmly planted her feet on the ground and then lunged forward, a pair of white-bone long saber scooting out from the dark saucers beside her. She took the sabers and struck down with full force in a vertical cut from above. The blades slit through Lin Sheng’s body, but it felt as if the sabers had merely cut through the air. Before Elba knew it, Khadula had faded into an afterimage before her eyes.
“Where go?” Elba’s dark silk armor sparkled brightly. She turned around at once and parried with her sabers crossed as a gargantuan white arm shoot out to grab her sabers. Unlike the white arms earlier, this one was significantly more massive, stiffer, and stronger. Its fingers were as sharp as knives, cold, pointed nails aiming straight at Elba. Before Elba could respond, another large hand reached out from the other side. Within a few seconds, a sea of white arms grabbed Elba from all directions, enshrouding her completely.
Khadula tapped his foot lightly and launched himself in the air before landing on a gigantic hand. Standing in midair and looking down at the besieged Elba, an anticipating smile spreading across his face.
All of a sudden, a blinding light shone through the shroud of arms from the inside and slowly turned from green to blue with a faint hue of pale-white.
“If you think you have won,” Elba’s voice was heard from inside, “then, you would be incredibly naive!”
The air clattered as a swarm of skeleton snakes lunged out like torrent from the saucers and struck the position where Elba was. The skeleton snakes blanketed the hand shroud that wrapped Elba in it, tightening and squeezing to form a gigantic sphere of skeletons.
Khadula began to sense the arms under his control began to disappear as if they had been devoured. He squinted and took a step back, staring at the enormous sphere of skeletons.
“Tough little rascal. What about this?” When Khadula raised his head slightly with his mouth open, plumes of white smoke rose from his mouth and quickly spread in the air. Almost at the same time, an outburst of white hands rose from the ground, squirming and climbing onto each other to form four new colossal arms. The first enormous arm caught the skeleton in its claws, followed by the second, the third, and the fourth arm.
“This time, it is four times the strength of the previous one. I hope you like it.” Khadula retreated gradually, making room for his latest action.
“Sorry. Not my cup of tea. Don’t you feel hot with so many layers?” To his surprise, Elba’s voice came from behind him. Startled, Khadula scrambled to form-shift into black smoke. But it was too late. A bone saber had thrust through his chest from his back.
“When did she come behind my back?” Khadula looked down at the tip of the saber protruding out of his chest in disbelief. “Am I dying?”
“Well, it has always been that those who underestimate me will always die before me.” Standing behind Khadula, Elba let off her hands from the hilt, reaching to fish out a cigarette from her pocket and put it in her mouth before lighting it up.
“Big sister… impressive… I don’t want to die… really… don’t want…” Khadula’s face was as pale as a sheet of white paper, hands clutching the saber in his chest before pulling it out in one abrupt motion.
“Ouch… that hurts! By the way, how is my acting?” Khadula’s agonizing expression suddenly turned into a smile. He did not feel the slightest pain from the through-and-through stab wound in his chest.
Elba’s face collapsed. She tried to lunge back, but it was a little too late.