Chaotic Battle

Li Wei glanced around, her right hand holding a two-finger sword and her left hand hanging loosely by her side, then her pink lips puckered...

"Chirp chirp chirp~"

Huang Lei: "..."

The crowd: "..."

The scene went still for a fraction of a second.

"Audacious!"

The short, stocky middle-aged man reacted first, bellowing as his double fists wrapped in heavy, bloody light lunged straight for Li Wei's face!

The instant he made his move, on the right, the muscular old man descended like a fierce tiger coming down a mountain, his palm—broad as a cattail-leaf fan—sweeping toward Li Wei's shoulder with a gale-force wind that tore through the air.

To the rear left, the unassuming middle-aged woman abruptly dropped her stature, slithering like a snake hugging the ground, her five fingers formed into claws as she targeted Li Wei's ankles directly.

The sharp-tempered young man quietly circled behind Li Wei, his fists clenched tight like an arrow loosed from a string, punching straight for the vital spot at the back of her heart!

Four people, four directions, and their instantaneous coordination was remarkably tacit, their attacks virtually sealing off every route of evasion she had.

At least, that was what they thought.

The short, stocky middle-aged man's tactical mindset of "strongsters grapple, weaksters harass" was not wrong, but he had completely miscalculated Li Wei's speed.

Of all martial arts under heaven, none is indestructible—only speed cannot be defeated!

Li Wei's crystal-clear, glowing toes tapped lightly against the ground, and her entire figure vanished abruptly, leaving only a blur of an afterimage that drifted softly before dispersing.

All four attacks missed simultaneously!

Among them, the fists of the short, stocky middle-aged man and the sharp-tempered youth nearly collided, and they barely managed to graze past each other at the risk of spraining themselves, their movements instantly turning rather awkward.

"Such fast footwork!" the middle-aged man exclaimed, her voice laced with shock and suspicion.

She was the strongest among the four.

Just now while watching from the sidelines, she had only felt that this girl's speed was absurdly fast, but now experiencing it personally, that pressure escalated straight up a line, and a desire to retreat had already germinated in her heart.

"Surround her!" the short, stocky man stabilized his posture, and seeing his companions somewhat dazed, he hurriedly roared.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

The moment she broke free from the encirclement, Li Wei plunged like an unfettered fish straight into that restless crowd of first- and second-tier martial artists on the periphery!

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Her finger-sword fluttered and flew, her offensive like a splashing, driving rain.

She didn't look at who she was attacking at all, relying entirely on combat instinct as qi and blood poured into her fingertips to pierce through any opening!

In pursuit of efficiency, she even abandoned the footwork technique of the "Cold Pond Sinking Wall" that suppressed sound.

Her fingertips broke through the air, stirring up a sharp, hissing shriek.

Wherever she passed, people were flipped upside down!

"Ah!"

"My hand!"

"Urgh..."

Cries of agony, muffled groans, and the crisp cracks of dislocating bones instantly echoed through the entire waiting area!

Those first- and second-tier martial artists simply could not react in time.

In their field of vision, usually only a white shadow flashed by, followed immediately by a sharp pain or a sense of numbness hitting somewhere on their bodies, and they instantly lost the ability to resist.

Li Wei walked barefoot on the cold, hard floor with her snow-white, delicate little feet, moving so fast she left only a trail of drifting white lines in her wake.

Stopping occasionally, her finger-sword stabbed continuously, her skirt fluttering and spinning open in response like a blooming white lotus.

The four third-tier martial artists pursuing her from behind were so enraged they howled wildly.

"All of you back off! Fucking back off!" the short, stocky man shoved aside several first-tier martial artists blocking his way, roaring at the top of his lungs.

The muscular old man grew anxious as well.

He leaped up fiercely, flipped over, and heavily stomped his feet against the ceiling panel over four meters high, leveraging the recoil force to smash down like a meteorite toward the position where Li Wei was likely to appear!

Boom—!

With a deafening crash, the hard floor was smashed into a spiderweb-like depression, and shattered floor tiles splattered in all directions.

Yet the landing spot was completely empty, and the flying debris instead struck several unlucky first-tier martial artists nearby.

Fortunately, martial artists had thick skins and fleshy builds, otherwise several would have been laid flat by that blow.

On the other side, the youth tried to blend into the crowd, relying on prediction to intercept Li Wei.

Yet Li Wei's footwork was so erratic, frequently making sharp-angled reversals without warning during high-speed movement, causing his ambushes to miss the mark several times over.

As for that middle-aged woman, she merely roamed the outer perimeter, barely exerting any real effort at all.

In the span of a mere twenty or thirty seconds, over two hundred people had already collapsed by nearly a third!

Wails rose and fell in waves, and the scene descended into utter chaos.

The short, stocky man was so angry his lungs felt ready to burst, and he screamed at the top of his lungs: "Everyone get down! Get on the ground for me!"

As a result, no one listened to him...

The crowd still scurried around like headless flies, colliding with and blocking one another.

Taking advantage of this chaos, Li Wei efficiently "cleaned up" her opponents.

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At the same time, she also sensed the rapid depletion of qi and blood within her body.

With a thought, the panel surfaced.

Qi and Blood (Effect - Purification): 48.7/500.3

It was running empty!

Without the slightest hesitation, she immediately mobilized four points of Abyss Essence.

An incomparably pure surge of energy instantly poured into her limbs and bones, instantly refilling her withered acupoints and giving her entire spirit a sudden boost.

Continue!

Her speed did not slow down in the slightest; if anything, because of the recovery of her qi and blood, her attacks became even swifter and fiercer!

Swish swish swish—

Another patch of people was beaten down.

At the entrance of the waiting area.

Aside from Huang Lei and the entourage he brought, a massive, dark crowd of onlookers had gathered at some point.

Everyone was left speechless, completely stunned by the spectacle in the arena.

"Hiss—who is that girl? How is she this fierce? Fighting a few hundred people all by herself?"

"For real? Am I dreaming?"

"Holy shit! This footwork! This finger technique! Simply outrageous!"

"Didn't they say private fights aren't allowed inside the building? How is it a brawl like this and nobody's doing anything?"

"Shh—keep it down! Didn't you see Commander Huang standing right there? The big shot hasn't said a word, so we just need to sit back and watch the show!"

Discussions, gasps of astonishment, and the snapping sounds of quite a few people pulling out their phones to record formed a cacophony of noise.

Huang Lei still stood with one hand shoved in his pocket and the other holding Li Wei's pair of white, narrow-heeled shoes, turning a blind eye to the surrounding clamor and making no move to stop anyone from watching or filming.

In a certain corner of the crowd, Lu Feifei stared fixedly at that white figure in the arena, her temples throbbing with sharp stabs of pain.

Two minutes later.

The battle drew toward a lull.

The once densely packed crowd of examinees now lay stretched across the ground eight or nine out of ten, either groaning or unconscious.

Apart from those four face-darkened third-tier martial artists, the only ones still standing were a dozen or so "lucky ones" who had hidden on the outermost fringe from the very beginning.

Li Wei finally stopped.

She stood amidst the wreckage, her entire body soaked in sweat and her chest heaving violently from rapid breathing.

A pure, ethereal, and transcendent fragrance diffused outward with her as its center, enveloping a small area nearby.

Though exceptionally exhausted, her eyes remained bright and brimming with fighting spirit.

She had consumed 8 points of essence and had 91 qi and blood remaining... not bad.

As for the remaining third-tier opponents, they felt vastly inferior in strength compared to Gu Jinzhi.

Still, continuing to use her fingers as a sword would be pushing her limits a bit too far.

Thinking of this, Li Wei instinctively reached down to touch her waist clasp, focusing her consciousness on the panel to prepare for a mana recharge.

At this moment, the four third-tier martial artists gathered back together, looking at the "corpses" littering the floor and then at Li Wei—who, despite her chaotic aura, was completely unscathed—and all felt a chill rise from the bottoms of their hearts.

Just what kind of monster was this little girl?!

Huang Lei's eyes were likewise filled with astonishment.

The Jiang Family's "Nine Moon Reflection Swords" first form, "Cold Pond Sinking Wall", was indeed renowned for low consumption and proficiency in group combat.

Yet that was using a sword!

She was using her fingers as a sword, without any divine weapons or sharp implements to assist her, relying entirely on her own qi and blood to break through the defenses of peer-level martial artists—how could the consumption possibly compare?

Where did a little girl who looked at most to be in the second-tier Sinew Bone Realm get such freakish endurance?

No! Endurance...

She might not just be a second-tier!

A flash of insight sparked in Huang Lei's mind.

If she broke through to become a first-tier martial artist at the Great Perfection of Nourishing Blood, then back when she was in the first tier, her qi and blood strength could already rival a second-tier's!

And her recovery speed would be nothing short of a third-tier's!

Just like Shen Yaochi back in the day...

Great Perfection...

Thinking of this possibility, Huang Lei's expression turned solemn instantly.

He raised his hand abruptly, his voice no longer mild, carrying an unquestionable dignity.

"That's enough! Clear the scene!"

Li Wei, who was right in the middle of getting her posture ready: "..."