I Can Only Speak to Your Corpse.

Su Qing'an had always considered ways to win without sacrificing his life, even though he didn't have much room to maneuver due to various factors and realities. But not giving up hope was the only thing he could do.

In the final battle in the Stigmata Space, he forcibly increased the operating speed of [Thousand Stars] to its maximum, reaching a limit that was previously unattainable. Even though he still suffered a crushing defeat in the end, the actual effect of this approach cannot be denied.

Now, what he is about to do is a similar but completely opposite action.

That is, by using the lowest possible release power, even someone with extremely poor adaptability to Honkai Energy can use [Thousand Stars] without having to control Artificial Stigmata.

The amplification effect is not as strong as the original power, which is inevitable, but it will still give him a completely new breadth of combat capabilities.

They can stand firm on this level of battlefield without relying on external aids.

Su Qing'an had tried for a long time, and the probability of him successfully using it without getting injured was fifty percent.

The State of Still Water.

State of Dustless.

Each level of the realm represents a leap forward, yet they run parallel. The State of Still Water represents absolute control over the body, while the State of Dustless enhances this ability and amplifies the previously almost non-existent ability to control Honkai Energy.

The realm beyond this might become increasingly closer to the Sword God that Fu Hua spoke of.

At this moment, Su Qing'an immersed his consciousness in the Mind Lake, maximizing the first two levels of the Void Sword Qi.

The gradual, incremental Honkai Energy steadily and boldly construct a familiar structure within the body in a very short time.

Like a sighing breeze, Su Qing'an calmed the girl's impending action, while the grander, more intense atmosphere gradually intensified, creating a pleasant commotion in their ears.

The next instant, the sparks from the bullets didn't even touch the hem of their clothes, and Su Qing'an was already holding Fu Hua in mid-air again.

Schrodinger's [Thousand Stars], a universe of only success and failure, responded to the boy's expectations at this moment.

Since it was successful, it doesn't count as a breach of contract.

Fu Hua's soft arms instinctively wrapped around the boy's neck. Her breath and the touch of her hair against his skin created a romantic and ambiguous atmosphere.

The girl calmly and quietly said:

"You reduced the power of the Thousand Stars? A smart move."

Su Qing'an didn't notice the slight blush on the earlobes of the person in his arms. He said softly and earnestly:

"More than."

The boy stepped on Titan's head, and before Fu Hua could warn him, the boy's reaction made both her and Welt feel strange.

The White Titan stopped moving.

Why is that?

The man roared in frustration:

"Move! You piece of junk, kill them!"

These two guys, who inexplicably replaced the original invitees from who-knows-where, kept annoyingly running around. Apart from the punch from the White Titan earlier, all my other attacks were just playing around with the outlines of their bodies; I couldn't even touch the hem of their clothes.

The humiliation of being fooled weighed heavily on Welt's pride, making anger almost burst out of his head.

Now, Su Qing'an stood arrogantly on Titan, the girl in his arms embracing him peacefully, her profile beautiful. The swaying, tattered skirt partially obscured her snow-white skin, making her appear hazy.

This scene resembles a hero standing on the boss's throne in the Demon King's castle, embracing a princess.

And now he was the BOSS, and the scene before him was clearly mocking his incompetence.

Welt's eyes were bloodshot, the whites of his eyes already covered by blood-red threads, making him look even more sickly.

His voice became low and somber:

"You're rats sent by Schicksal, aren't you? You're really troublesome. But it's fine, it's only a matter of time before I have to meet you here. I once fought an S-rank Valkyrie in Changkong City, but I couldn't settle the score with that short nun because of the mission."

"But none of you are S-rank, are you? One is A-rank? And there's a male with poor Honkai Energy adaptability? Even if you temporarily enhance your speed using some strange techniques, that's all you'll achieve."

"I don't know what methods you used to cut off Titan's signal, but I am the First Herrscher! You piece of trash, die!"

Welt opened his arms and stood in the void.

The gravitational field intertwined to form the steps beneath his feet, and the increasingly violent Honkai Energy fluctuations were approaching the initial operational state of Satou Yunona's Pseudo-Herrscher Core.

The sudden increase in gravity began to tear apart the building's rubble, which had been shattered by the aftershocks of the battle. All the debris floated around him. Clearly, this was the only fighting method he knew, one that was convenient and purely violent. However, given his location on a high-rise building, this method of attack was undoubtedly very intimidating.

The girl frowned and said:

"We can't let him continue like this; three minutes have already passed."

These words stemmed from her compulsive habit of resolving battles in five minutes and her dislike of the hassle of processing reports afterwards.

Su Qing'an gave an affirmative response, placing the girl in his arms on Titan's head and saying:

"It will be over soon; he was just a defective product."

"Whether it's strength or mentality."

The boy said to the man who was poised to take off in mid-air:

"Welt Joyce? Do you really think the so-called First Herrscher's power is limited to gravity?"

Upon hearing this, the man, who was lost in false memories, laughed and replied:

"Of course not."

As those words slipped out without a second thought, a profound sense of bewilderment flashed through my mind like lightning.

Welt's mind went blank for a second, and he muttered to himself:

"... Other abilities? What are they?"

Immediately, the boy's sigh lingered in his ears:

"It seems you don't know either."

The man turned around in shock, and as he hurriedly waved his hand, a pressure as heavy as the deep sea seemed to press down on the newcomer's body.

The spreading gravitational field couldn't suppress their speed, so he could only use such point-to-point attacks.

This was Welt's misjudgment; his arbitrary tactical decision based on his previous experience against Fu Hua was a major cause of defeat.

The reaction was too slow; the nearby wreckage was all potential landing spots.

Su Qing'an had no reason to be outmaneuvered, so he naturally followed Welt around to his back again.

But this time, he didn't waste any more words.

[Potential].

This is the second time it has been used in this battle.

In the brief moment when his body was stiff and his mind was almost frozen, "Welt" was left with only one thought.

I can't move.

And so, our view came to an end.

The folding knife, which had been thwarted once by the Titans, was now unstoppable.

The boy's body fell along with countless pieces of debris, and amidst the deafening roar, his murmurs were drowned out by the waves of sound.

"That's why Titan can't move, Mr. Welt."

"Unfortunately, I have no reason to explain myself to the enemy."

"I can only speak to your corpse."