The Spear Tip Streaking Through the Air

Rose-red flames blazed on the tip of Hongying's spear, their glare almost bringing tears to Lin Qiye's eyes.

Is this Sister Hongying's Forbidden Ruins? It looks like a Forbidden Ruins related to fire. Its Sequence must be lower than my Mortal Divine Realm's, but this power rushing at me—is this the difference in our realms?

Sister Hongying shouldn't have reached the captain's River Realm yet. She should be in the Pool Realm, just one realm above me. But that single realm lets her Forbidden Ruins unleash this much power!

Lin Qiye's desire to grow stronger was gradually kindled along with the flames on the spear tip.

At the same time, though, he was thinking that the Klein Realm was the limit for humans, and above humans were gods!

There were as many as seven in his psychiatric hospital alone. Though Zhou Meng looked carefree and cynical, as if he didn't take anything seriously, he was still a genuine god.

If I were facing Zhou Meng right now, I probably wouldn't even get a chance to strike!

He might even snatch away my Mortal Divine Realm in an instant. Good thing he's sealed inside my psychiatric hospital!

As these thoughts raced through his mind, the burning spear tip reached Lin Qiye. He felt that whether he moved left or right, he wouldn't be able to dodge it. He had no choice but to take the blow head-on!

He instantly deactivated Ghost-Face Spatial Shift, gathered all his spiritual power back together, and activated another entry.

[Bronze Head and Iron Arms]!

Though Lin Qiye didn't know where Zhou Meng had gotten these entries, he knew exactly what this one did: it made his body as hard as steel!

He decided to use the entry and the bamboo saber in his hand to take Hongying's spear tip head-on! Sister Hongying knew when to hold back, after all. No matter how much force she used, she couldn't possibly use enough to run him through!

In fact, however, Hongying really did intend to do just that. She didn't actually want to kill Lin Qiye, but wanted to force him to use the slash he had used that morning and see whose move was stronger!

She hadn't expected Lin Qiye to stand rooted to the spot, motionless, and let her thrust come straight at him!

This is bad! Why isn't he making a move? Oh no, oh no! If I hurt Little Brother Qiye, Captain Muye will give me a terrible scolding!

But it was too late to stop the spear tip. Hongying could only adjust its angle as much as possible, so it would strike Lin Qiye's bamboo saber and protective gear rather than his exposed body.

A tremendous clang rang out, jolting Wen Qimo, who was watching from the side, out of his thoughts.

The sight before him was even more shocking than when he had just discovered that Lin Qiye possessed another Forbidden Ruins!

The tip of a bamboo spear, wreathed in rose-red flames, flew high into the air, traced a graceful arc, and embedded itself in the wall of the training ground.

Hongying, who had wielded the spear tip, now held the shaft of her spear straight against Lin Qiye's chest.

In Lin Qiye's hand was a bamboo saber that had been almost completely burned away, leaving only the hilt.

I only spaced out for a moment. What on earth happened this time?

Wen Qimo was so bewildered that he began to wonder whether something was wrong with his mental state today.

From the look of it, Hongying had clearly used her Forbidden Ruins ability to coat the spear tip in flames and thrust it at Lin Qiye. But the bamboo saber in Lin Qiye's hand had been charred, which meant it had done practically nothing to block the attack.

Then why was Hongying's spear tip knocked flying?

Could Lin Qiye have forcibly taken that thrust with his own body and even snapped the spear tip off?

It was only a bamboo spear, but Hongying was the one wielding it!

She was the only person on the team who could match the captain in strength.

Lin Qiye snapped Hongying's spear tip head-on! Was he letting the captain save face when he let him beat him black and blue this morning?

No more pretending. I, Lin Qiye, am showing my hand!

Wen Qimo's thoughts were a complete jumble. He had no idea what was going on.

Hongying was just as baffled. She hadn't put all her strength into that thrust, but she had added the power of her Forbidden Ruins. Even the captain would have had to put some thought into taking that blow.

Yet Lin Qiye had simply stood there and casually blocked it with his bamboo saber. She had watched the spear tip burn through the blade and strike his body, only to be knocked flying.

Did I use the wrong stance with my spear? Otherwise, how could I explain what happened with that thrust?

Does Lin Qiye have another ability besides his two Forbidden Ruins!?

At that moment, Lin Qiye had even more doubts about his own abilities than his two teammates.

He had just exchanged dozens of moves with Hongying, using both the Mortal Divine Realm's perception ability and Ghost-Face Spatial Shift's ability to disrupt perception. His spiritual power was nearly depleted.

So he hadn't expected the Bronze Head and Iron Arms entry to do much. As long as it kept him from losing too badly or suffering serious injuries, that would have been enough.

But Lin Qiye had never expected that this blue entry, applied to his body, would completely knock away a thrust from Hongying that had been enhanced by the power of her Forbidden Ruins!

Where on earth did Zhou Meng, the God of Theft, steal these entries? Bronze Head and Iron Arms—just from the name, it couldn't possibly be one of Nyx's entries. Could it be from a patient in one of the other rooms?

Where are these patients gods from, anyway?

In this strange atmosphere, the three stood silently, saying nothing as they looked at one another, then at the spear tip that had flown off and the charred bamboo saber in Lin Qiye's hand.

In the end, Hongying broke the silence.

"Qiye, what was that you just used?"

"Sister Hongying, Qimo, let me explain—"

Without listening to Lin Qiye's excuses, Zhou Meng, who had been "screen peeking" all along, left in satisfaction.

He had actually been watching the whole time Lin Qiye and Hongying were sparring. To him, the two of them were moving in slow motion. He could see every move clearly, and it was rather like watching a slow-motion movie.

Zhou Meng found this very enjoyable.

Of course, besides watching for fun, Zhou Meng also wanted to compare how much his mental illness index dropped when Lin Qiye used entries, to see if he could find any further pattern.

The conclusion was clear: Zhou Meng's mental illness index had now dropped to 99.75%. The greater the variety of entries Lin Qiye borrowed, the more flexibly and frequently he used them, the faster the mental illness index fell.

So Zhou Meng had to keep lending Lin Qiye new entries to meet the conditions of this pattern.

He really did need to pick up the pace. Otherwise, if it kept dropping by 0.01 at a time, when would it ever end?

Thinking this, Zhou Meng headed toward the ward area. What entry should he lend him next?