Inch Force • Stacking Waves

The Spirit City now under complete martial law. The sounds of vendors shouting on the streets have completely disappeared. The empty streets now carry Sisi sense of desolation, and all the doors and windows of the main streets and alleys are tightly closed.

Figures moved back and forth on several roads in Spirit City, creating a symphony of metal sounds. Squads of the Spirit Hall guards patrolled back and forth, seemingly searching for some suspicious person.

Suddenly, a fiery red figure darted past the left side of the guarding knight squad and vanished instantly into the dark alley.

The captain of the guard knights arrived at the alley and looked around, but still couldn't see anyone. It seemed that only their group of men were there.

"What's wrong, Captain?" one of the team members asked.

"I think I just saw a shadow flash past here," the captain said, also looking puzzled.

A bright red shadow was indeed seen just now, very conspicuous in the dark alley, but it disappeared in an instant, which puzzled the captain of the guarding knights.

"There's no one here! And this kind of alleyway can't hide anyone. You must be seeing things, Captain!" a member of the guard knight squad chuckled.

The captain carefully scanned the alley again. The distance he could see was only seven or eight meters, and beyond that was a wall. There were no other alleys around, so it was impossible to escape or hide here.

Am I really seeing things?

The captain couldn't help but rub his eyes.

"I think it's the orders from above that made you too nervous. High pressure can easily cause hallucinations. After you hand over your shift, Captain, you should relax!"

After thinking it over, the captain of the guard knights also felt that it made sense, so he went along with his teammate's words and led the squad away from the alleyway.

The neatly lined-up guard knights, their metallic clang echoing, gradually disappeared into the alleyway.

However, after the guarding knights left, a crimson hue appeared in the dark alley.

Red hair, red eyes, a face identical to Fu Hua's, and an enviable voluptuous figure.

It was Jingwei. Jingwei, who was supposed to leave with the Shrek Academy, was still in Spirit City.

Because a battle was taking place in the Pope's Palace Square, Spirit City issued a ban immediately after the competition ended.

No one was allowed on the streets; outsiders, whether merchants or travelers, were all driven out of the city.

This made it much more difficult for Jingwei to stay here.

Especially her extremely obvious makeup; the Spirit Hall was already after Fu Hua, and she and Fu Hua had the same face, so it was simply impossible for her to stay in one place peacefully.

However, she was still worried about Fu Hua fighting the Spirit Hall alone, so she secretly stayed behind just in case. At this moment, she was thinking of a way to climb to the top of the mountain. Unfortunately, although the idea was good, the entire mountain was heavily guarded, making it very difficult to climb.

After several twists and turns, she finally arrived at the foot of the mountain. Although there was no strict guard as inside the mountain, there were still patrols every fifty or twenty steps. The patrol she had just seen was the eighth one she had seen.

"Oh no! Crimson Kite, please don't let anything happen to you!" Jingwei said with a worried expression.

Her gaze fell upon the mountaintop. She had also felt the violent tremor just now. That power was definitely not emitted by Fu Hua, and it was mixed with an energy fluctuation that made her heart tremble.

Here, the only person who could give her this feeling was that one person.

Qian Daoliu

In the Pope's Palace, the outcome seemed to have been decided.

With Qian Daoliu completely unharmed, Fu Hua in a sorry state, and countless experts from the Spirit Hall present, it was clearly impossible for someone severely injured to fight against the experts of the Spirit Hall.

In the hearts of everyone in the Spirit Hall, the ending was already predetermined.

On the high platform, Qian Daoliu sheathed his Angel Sword, put his hands behind his back, and looked down from above.

It's over.

Like the judgment of the gods

Fu Hua's vision was blurred, and even the sounds around her were indistinct. She couldn't quite hear what Qian Daoliu said, but her perception of her surroundings remained.

Someone is approaching

He forced himself to focus, circulated his Source Power, and temporarily suppressed the injuries within his body.

Her eyes swept around, and she found herself surrounded by experts from the Spirit Hall once again.

Unfortunately, this time was different from the previous one. Although the people surrounding her were mostly around the Spirit Saint, Fu Hua's own strength was affected by her injuries, making it difficult for her to exert her full potential.

As the numerous bishop-level experts slowly approached, Fu Hua closed her eyes, taking a brief rest.

Seeing Fu Hua's seemingly resigned attitude, the Spirit Hall experts surrounding her felt a sense of relief and moved closer to her with even lighter steps. They were only ten steps away, and the person closest to Fu Hua could take her down.

Suddenly, an invisible barrier unfolded.

A stillness appeared; the air stopped moving, the white clouds stopped drifting, the arm reaching out to Fu Hua froze in mid-air, and the triumphant smile remained on his face.

Time stood still at this moment.

Sixth Soul Skill, Tai Xu Domain

It was laid bare before our eyes, but unfortunately, no one here could see it.

Perhaps Qian Daoliu on the high platform could sense it, but bound by the rules, he was still powerless to do anything.

Strangely, Bibi Dong's eyes actually moved slightly, a look of surprise in them.

For the first three seconds after the Tai Xu Domain is activated, it has the ability to prevent air movement, but this only lasts for three seconds. After that, it will restore the effect of suppressing the enemy's strength by 30%.

This effect suppresses all attributes while simultaneously increasing the caster's abilities by 30%, still across all attributes.

At this moment, setting aside her internal injuries, Fu Hua's strength was once again elevated, allowing her to unleash power at around level 78.

The internal injuries still have a significant impact.

Beneath his feet, the Flash Step and the Dust-Wiping Steps appeared, subtly showing signs of merging into one.

In the blink of an eye, Fu Hua appeared beside Bibi Dong, where the six unidentified Spirit Bone were placed.

A faint purple hue flashed across the Spirit Bone, seemingly in joy.

Fu Hua lowered her eyes, looking at the six pieces of equipment that resembled Spirit Bone, and the sense of familiarity in her heart gradually deepened.

Without the slightest hesitation, he reached out and pressed his hand on the six dark purple Spirit Bone. A burst of purple light shone, completely engulfing Fu Hua. At the same time, the anti-aircraft period of the Tai Xu Domain ended.

Everyone came to their senses

Even bishop-level experts were astonished.

Where is the person in front of me?

His gaze swept back and forth, but he still couldn't see Fu Hua.

On the high platform, Qian Daoliu frowned slightly.

What happened in that brief moment?

Bibi Dong turned her head in shock, looking to her side. In that instant, she seemed to see something.

Time returns, thoughts slowly flow, and the development of everything around us becomes very slow.

Only five seconds had passed since Fu Hua unleashed the Tai Xu Domain. Before anyone could react, Qian Daoliu felt a gust of wind behind his head. His body moved faster than his thoughts, and he took a step to the left.

A dark golden fist swept past the corner of his eye, carrying with it a sharp aura, like a sword piercing his skin.

Qian Daoliu was shocked. Who was it? When?

A golden hue appeared in his right hand, and the Angel Sword materialized. Without the slightest hesitation, he unleashed a sword strike.

Clang—

A piercing screech erupted, like something scraping against glass, sending chills down one's spine.

Qian Daoliu frowned deeply, his figure shifted, and the Angel Sword in his hand swirled.

Backhand slash

Bump

Another metallic clang

Clang! Clang! Clang!

A dazzling display of close-quarters combat, the clanging of swords against unknown metal echoing Pope's Palace. The bishops of the Spirit Hall below the platform were dumbfounded, not yet able to react to what was happening, when they saw Qian Daoliu engaged in close combat with a dark purple figure.

Every sword strike was deadly, every punch was powerful.

The air currents were so strong that they couldn't get close and could only stand there dumbfounded watching from below the stage.

The Qian Daoliu of qi was bound together. When had anyone ever forced him to such a state? Every strike was powerful and heavy, but every time it hit the opponent, it was as if he had hit cotton. A feeling of having power but nowhere to use it arose spontaneously, which made him feel even more shocked.

Who could possibly fight him at close range for so long?

The Angel Sword in his hand exerted its power once more, its golden light dazzling and instantly capturing everyone's attention. However, it still could not affect the fact that the figure in front of him moved without hesitation or obstruction, his movements were perfectly smooth and natural, and he exuded the aura of a Grandmaster.

Qian Daoliu was even more shocked. To achieve such a level with one's physical body, one's spiritual realm must also be quite high. This golden light, which seemed like a publicity stunt, could indeed not pose any obstacle to the opponent.

Only then did he truly begin to take the invading enemy seriously, and an aura unlike that of Titled Douluo swept across the entire area.

The heavy atmosphere made the bishops below the stage feel a tightness in their chests, and they stumbled back several steps before finally regaining their balance, but by then they could no longer see the two figures.

Because the speed was too fast, too fast for the naked eye to perceive; all that could be seen were golden and dark purple flashes in the air, creating a dazzling scene against the backdrop of the sky.

But it is fraught with deadly crises.

The bishops were horrified, Bibi Dong was even more shocked. She knew more than the others; she knew who the dark purple figure was, which was why she was even more shocked.

Despite suffering such severe injuries, his combat power has not diminished in the slightest? He can still contend with Qian Daoliu, a Peerless Douluo. Judging from the situation, they seem to have fought to a draw.

Two incredibly fast figures clashed fiercely under the sky, creating a deadly yet dazzling scene. Qian Daoliu, as a Peerless Douluo, naturally had no problem staying in the air, but the other figure relied entirely on his own martial arts to tremble against Qian Daoliu in the air.

The Ti Zi Jue is activated.

A series of explosive sounds echoed through the air, accompanied by deafening roars.

The fist's power surged forth, its momentum like a tidal wave.

Wave after wave, punch after punch, the momentum of the rear merges with the momentum of the front, forming a surging, layered wave.

The force was so real that it seemed as if a vast ocean was truly appearing before one's eyes. Behind the dark purple figure, a wave appeared, rolling down towards Qian Daoliu as the fist was thrown.

Qian Daoliu horrified. He held the Angel Sword horizontally in front of his chest, its golden light dazzling. But unlike before, it was no longer just for show. This time, it was truly integrated with power.

Similarly, a phantom appeared, and behind Qian Daoliu, a Six-winged Angel figure emerged, its hands clasped together in front of it, six wings sprouting from its back, radiating holy light and purifying all the negative effects attached to it.

The Angel Sword shone even brighter

"Purifying Light"

The light not only purifies negative effects but also human sins; its temperature, comparable to that of Lie Yan, spreads, instantly raising the temperature in the Pope's Palace.

Use the Purifying Light to cleanse the enemy's body, and even their soul.

The dark purple figure remained unshaken, his fist like the sea, an ocean that could not be evaporated no matter how scorching the temperature.

Stacked Waves

P. S.: I'm really terrible at naming things! But keeping it simple is better, it's easier to understand, yeah, that's right (self-hypnotizing).