Spectacular! Absolutely Spectacular! (5K)

Ayman never expected that He Wei Ni Ya would actually attack him.

How dare she?!

When she saw the Magic Power light points rapidly condensing in front of her, Ayman realized that she really did dare.

[Second Sound: Magic Sound Cannon]!

The points of light converged into a highly destructive wave, which then suddenly shot towards Ayman, its pure Magic Power seemingly capable of distorting the air.

If the blow lands on Ayman, even if Ayman doesn't die on the spot, he'll be crippled.

Ayman let out a low growl and twisted his body like a wild beast. Just a second before the sonic cannon hit him, he broke free of the congealed bloodline of "Dance of the Beast." He rolled twice in the snow, while the sonic cannon grazed his body and pierced through a large tree behind him.

The frozen, withered branches and leaves fell, carried by snowflakes, with a beauty that seemed frozen in ice.

However, this also temporarily blurred He Wei Ni Ya's vision, preventing her from quickly pursuing Ayman.

Ayman, enduring the damage inflicted by "Dance of the Gods," also drew his staff from his robes. Magic Power energy surged at the tip of the staff, quickly producing three notes.

Anger and madness welled up in his eyes.

The point of his anger was that he really hadn't expected He Wei Ni Ya to attack him directly.

Ayman had considered the worst-case scenario: He Wei Ni Ya would agree to his request on the surface, but then try to deal with him after returning home. She would never turn against him on the spot.

Because, in the end, He Wei Ni Ya only lit the notes yesterday and officially became a player.

As for Ayman, he had already been a performer for four years.

The difference in their strength at this moment is absolutely not something that can be bridged by class differences!

But He Wei Ni Ya still dared to attack him... What is this?

What is this?

Do you look down on me?!

The three melodies surrounding the wand grew faster and faster, and one after another, palm-sized Magic Power sprites leaped out from the top of the wand, dancing gracefully in the air amidst the falling snow.

Since you look down on me so much,

Then you'll have to wait to pay the price!

The madness in Ayman's eyes grew even stronger.

I don't care if you're the eldest daughter of the Hai Luo Family, or if you're a Gold Rank cultivator!

Today, you will all die here!

[Third Sound: Ailing]!

Ayman gave the order, and the released Magic Power spirits screamed at the same time.

Before the snowflakes even touched the ground, and before He Wei Ni Ya could clearly see Ayman's location, Ayman had already spotted her.

So the Magic Power spirits danced wildly and charged toward He Wei Ni Ya, instantly transforming from dancers into hounds.

He Wei Ni Ya naturally saw these Magic Power spirits as well. As she backed away, she drew a semi-circle in the air with her staff.

The marks left behind arcs and musical notes, which then formed a stream of water that continuously flowed around He Wei Ni Ya.

[Second Sound: Tide Summoning].

Once the summoned spirits come into contact with the surging current, they will be instantly devoured.

However, it was still just a small stream of water, unable to completely protect He Wei Ni Ya. Meanwhile, the spirits could attack He Wei Ni Ya from all angles, then rush straight into He Wei Ni Ya body, tear off a piece of azure Magic Power, and quickly return to deliver the Magic Power into Ayman's body.

Yes, Ailing is not a spell that directly attacks the target physically, but rather a support spell that weakens the opponent while strengthening oneself.

Once someone on either side activates their Ailing ability, if the other side cannot defeat them quickly, the opponent's advantage will grow, ultimately securing victory.

Although Ailing is not uncounterable, there are many spells that can easily interrupt or stop Ailing.

The problem is that those spells are mostly four-note spells or higher, which He Wei Ni Ya doesn't know at all.

After all, she has only been a musician for a short time, while Ayman on the other side is about to graduate.

Therefore, He Wei Ni Ya could only use the two-tone Tide Summoning technique to counter it.

This was not the best choice, but it was her only option.

"As expected of the eldest daughter of the Hai Luo Family." Ayman's mocking voice came from the other side. "Your Magic Power is sweeter than Magic Power of ordinary people."

He Wei Ni Ya looked up toward the source of the sound.

By now, all the snowflakes had fallen, and only Ai Ling, whose presence did not obstruct the view, was dancing in the air.

Like weasels, they quickly returned to their source, Ayman's body, after stealing her Magic Power.

Surrounded by countless spirits, Ayman walked step by step toward He Wei Ni Ya, his staff constantly playing melodies in preparation for the next spell.

"What gives you the audacity to look down on me like this?" Ayman said. "Do you think you can disregard everyone just because you have that gold talisman? Do you think I'm inferior to you just because I have a silver talisman?!"

Ayman's tone was filled with barely suppressed anger.

"You're too arrogant!"

Seemingly sensing their master's anger, the spirits dancing in the air became even more agitated.

They increased their flight speed and amplified the amount of Magic Power in a single bite.

In an instant, He Wei Ni Ya lost even more Magic Power, and since Magic Power is closely related to physical strength, she lost her balance and fell to her knees in the snow with a "plop".

He Wei Ni Ya's kneeling immediately excited Ayman.

"Hahaha, Miss He Wei Ni Ya!"

What's wrong with you?

Why did you kneel down?

"Didn't you just try to... kill me?"

Ayman pointed his staff at He Wei Ni Ya's face.

"Tell me!"

"Now, who wants to kill whom?!"

He Wei Ni Ya looked at Ayman, whose face was contorted with madness, and asked in a rather calm tone, "What, are you going to kill me?"

"Are you scared now?"

"No, I'm just curious." He Wei Ni Ya's lips curled into a mocking smile. "Do you really dare to kill me? Have you considered... the consequences of killing me?"

Ayman's expression stiffened slightly, then turned to anger. "You filthy bitch..."

At that moment, the sound of rushing water could be heard.

Like a waterfall, the water cascaded down from above, instantly swallowing up dozens of Ai Ling.

Ayman's eyes widened. "How could this be?!"

The summoned water flowed around He Wei Ni Ya at a frequency several times faster than before. It was finally able to keep up with Eling's speed. Eling, who had been as agile as an elf before, was now like an ordinary person struggling in a flood, and was swallowed up in the blink of an eye.

[Second Sound: Tide Summoning]: The summoned tide will grow larger and faster over time and as it devours Magic Power creatures.

Ultimately, it has transformed from a small stream into a river that is about to flow into the sea, just like it is now.

With a light tap of her staff, He Wei Ni Ya caused the tide to transform into jets of water that shot towards Ayman.

But Ayman, realizing what was happening, had already retreated, preventing He Wei Ni Ya from attacking him.

Even though he dodged the attack, his face was still full of disbelief.

"Why... so fast?"

As a soon-to-be graduate, Ayman couldn't possibly be unaware of the two-tone melody.

In a sense, Tidecaller and Ember Spirit are the same type of spell, both of which become more powerful over time.

The problem is that, unlike Eling, which is 100% effective when it is used, Tidecaller is just a shallow stream when it is first summoned, and it cannot block much of the attack.

By the time it matures, most users will have already been defeated.

That's why it's only a two-tone spell.

But why did it grow so quickly in He Wei Ni Ya's hands?!

Ayman had also seen Silver-ranked players of his level use this spell. The fastest among them would still need at least twice as much time to grow the Tidecaller to its current level, which completely conceals the user.

But He Wei Ni Ya, had only just become a musician.

It only took half the time!

Is this the Seventh Sound of the gold scale?

Ayman's body was trembling uncontrollably.

It was both fear and anger.

Why are you able to do this?

Why... am I not a Gold Rank!

Ayman raised his staff again, aiming it at He Wei Ni Ya, who was surrounded by the tides, and more Magic Power gathered at the tip of the staff.

Gold rank, right?

I'm going to kill you!

Ayman couldn't care less about anything else. Even though using powerful magic on his current body could have irreversible consequences, he simply couldn't bear to watch He Wei Ni Ya continue to grow.

Neither the river nor He Wei Ni Ya herself.

Ayman wanted to kill him.

[Fourth Sound: Agitation]!

A massive beam of light erupted from the tip of the staff, instantly engulfing He Wei Ni Ya.

On the college side, the school staff naturally also saw that beam of light.

"Hey, what's going on in the Forbidden Forest?"

"Is someone having a private fight?"

"Could it be Snowthorn Beast? Damn it, let's go check it out."

The beam of light disappeared, and the water dried up.

Ayman stared at He Wei Ni Ya, who was still kneeling there, his eyes filled with disbelief.

His four-note soaring voice was actually swapped with He Wei Ni Ya's two-note tidal wave.

This is really...

That's infuriating.

He raised his staff and stood before He Wei Ni Ya once more.

"This time, you have no other choice, do you?" Ayman pointed his staff at He Wei Ni Ya.

He Wei Ni Ya simply looked at him calmly. "Are you going to kill me?"

"Yes, Miss He Wei Ni Ya, I'm going to kill you," Ayman said. "I know what you're going to say, it's just another threat, to let me know that I won't escape after I kill you... But so what, He Wei Ni Ya? Someone like you will never understand someone like me, a nobody!"

"Someone from the bottom of society like you?"

"Yes, He Wei Ni Ya!" Ayman said, "A pampered young lady like you would never know what someone like me, from the bottom of society, would do after losing everything. You could have helped me, but you refused; you wanted to destroy me! Since that's the case, what do I have to worry about?! At worst, it'll be a life for a life, using my worthless name to exchange for your life, you pampered young lady! Do you think I'm afraid?!"

Ayman became more and more excited as he spoke, and he almost spat on He Wei Ni Ya's face.

He wanted to see He Wei Ni Ya beg for mercy, to see He Wei Ni Ya weep bitterly, to see He Wei Ni Ya regret her actions.

He wanted He Wei Ni Ya to know just how far someone who climbed up from the very bottom and was willing to do anything for their future could go!

To Ayman's disappointment, He Wei Ni Ya did not show the expectant expression he was looking for; she simply watched him quietly, as if he were watching a joke.

After Ayman finished speaking, He Wei Ni Ya simply said something in return.

"In that case, let me... take a look."

Have a look?

Ayman was somewhat uneasy.

What are you looking at?

At that moment, the ground beneath their feet cracked open again!

More snow bounced into the air.

Ayman's eyes widened.

This is... a graceful dance?!

This is a larger-scale dance than the previous one!

Was she preparing all along?!

Using himself as bait to lure me in?!

But why?!

This distance is inescapable not only for him, but also for He Wei Ni Ya herself!

He subconsciously looked down at He Wei Ni Ya and found that He Wei Ni Ya was also smiling at him.

"Since you want to trade your life with me," He Wei Ni Ya said with a light laugh, "Then let's die together."

Ayman: "??????"

It was... this idea?!

...madman!

That's insane!

Fear surged into my heart like a tidal wave.

He knew that He Wei Ni Ya was telling the truth.

At this distance, at this scale, and in their current state.

If they take this full dose of the Dance of the Gods, they will all die here.

They will all die here!

But why would she do that?!

Isn't she afraid of dying?!

Ayman saw the snowflakes crack and heard the snapping sound, like the death knell.

He was scared.

No, I can't die here!

I still have a future!

I have a better future ahead of me!

I can't die with this crazy woman!

Ayman roared, raised his staff, and used all his Magic Power.

[Fourth Sound: Dustless]!

A halo of light rippled out from the tip of the staff, forming a field that isolated all attacks before the dance was launched.

Boom!

The fluttering dance was stopped by the dust-free realm.

The dust-free realm also protected Ayman.

"Heh, heh heh..."

The last four-tone spell emptied Ayman's body; he used his staff as a crutch to keep himself from collapsing.

The excitement of surviving the ordeal inevitably welled up in my heart.

Then.

With a soft "pfft".

His throat was pierced straight through by another staff.

Death struck suddenly, and he didn't even have time to react; he just stared blankly at the person who attacked him.

A girl with red hair was looking at him coldly with eyes as black as ink.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but blood gushed from his throat, causing him to collapse to the ground. He clutched his neck tightly, desperately trying to utter incomprehensible sounds.

"You are not the lower class you described."

He heard He Wei Ni Ya's voice, spoken by a strange red-haired girl.

"So you're still afraid of dying."

"Then you will die."

"But I'm not afraid to die."

"So you can't kill He Wei Ni Ya."

"But..." the red-haired girl said, emphasizing each word, "I can."

With a "poof" sound.

Ayman collapsed completely into the snow, unable to utter another sound.

After confirming that Ayman was dead, He Wei Ni Ya finally couldn't hold on any longer and knelt down on the ground.

She has reached her limit.

Otherwise, even He Wei Ni Ya's appearance wouldn't have been ruined.

However, he should recover quickly.

And...

He Wei Ni Ya gently stroked her cheek.

Fine,

No one saw it.

"Fantastic! Absolutely fantastic!"

Suddenly, a joyful voice echoed in her mind, startling He Wei Ni Ya so much that she trembled.

"I was already considering who to choose as my next partner, but I didn't expect you to turn the tables on me."

He Wei Ni Ya saw her middle finger stick up.

"I'll give you a thumbs up... Oh, sorry, I haven't found my thumb yet, so I'll use my middle finger for now."

The cheerful tone made He Wei Ni Ya almost hallucinate, as if this was reality and the battle just now was a dream.

... Damn it, the seal has been broken.

Did it fall off during the battle?

He Wei Ni Ya's expression was very unpleasant; she was already considering whether she should cut off her finger.

After all, her true appearance has already been seen.

Perhaps sensing what He Wei Ni Ya was thinking, Bai Wei chuckled and said, "Although I'd love to comment on your current state, I must say... you should leave, or you'll be found."

He Wei Ni Ya then came to her senses and turned around abruptly.

She heard the sound of footsteps on the snow.

Someone is on their way here.

... or perhaps the commotion just now was too loud.

There's no other way.

He Wei Ni Ya had no choice but to muster her strength and run in the other direction.

She hasn't been able to regain her He Wei Ni Ya appearance yet, and she absolutely cannot be seen by anyone right now!

However, she is in such poor condition that she can't run fast at all.

She could sense that the pursuers paused briefly at Ayman's body before quickly turning back towards her.

After all, there were footprints in the snow.

Finally, He Wei Ni Ya ran to a fork in the road.

There are two paths, one leading deep into the Forbidden Forest, the other leading to... the library.

Without much hesitation, He Wei Ni Ya waved her staff again, using her remaining Magic Power to summon the wind spirits.

Let the wind spirit leave its trail of footprints on the path to the Forbidden Forest, while simultaneously cleaning up its own footprints that led to the library.

But that's not enough.

He Wei Ni Ya looked down at her blood-soaked, tattered robe, immediately took it off, and set it ablaze with Magic Power.

Then, at the last moment before sunset, she entered the library.

Auger poured the freshly boiled water into a teacup and lit the oil lamp on the table.

As the oil lamp was lit, a faint Magic Power flowed out, dispelling the chill in the library.

So Auger took off his robe and hung it behind the chair.

Tonight he is the night watchman of the library.

He would, as usual, spend the whole evening reading.

But just as he put the book on the table, he suddenly heard the Open the door.

He was taken aback and subconsciously glanced out the window.

The sun has set, and the library is closed.

Logically speaking, no one should be coming by now.

Auger got up suspiciously and walked towards the door.

There's nothing here.

He pushed the door open and looked outside.

The area outside the building was also completely silent, except for the cold wind that rushed in, making him shiver.

"Strange," he muttered, closing the door and returning to his watchman's room.

Then he froze.

Because he saw that familiar girl sitting in his seat, wrapped in his tattered coat, winking at him mischievously.

"Hi, Auger." He Wei Ni Ya waved at Auger with a grin, "I've come to play with you."

Under the corner of the table, out of Auger's sight.

Blood was dripping down her half-gold, half-red hair.