Dance, Partner

Stelle had only just reached the battlefield when Silver Wolf, the single-tailed loli, turned around with a curve at the corner of her lips:

"At last, you're here, partner."

Sam's gaze also fell upon Stelle, his magnetic voice drifting over slowly:

"I knew you wouldn't miss this, partner."

Blade's voice remained steady as he introduced the mission to Stelle:

"The script says, 'Leave no survivors'... partner."

Kafka gently turned her head, the smile on her lips growing more pronounced:

"I'm glad to have you with us, partner."

"The road we walk will never be smooth."

"It comes with raging flames, wounds, malice, and slaughter."

"But I promise you—so long as you stand alongside the Stellaron Hunters, you will never have to taste betrayal."

As Kafka spoke, she extended a hand toward Stelle in invitation:

"Partner... come. Take the stage with us."

"In the 'script,' we are the most dazzling leads on the Galaxy's stage. The camera will never look away from you."

"All the bloodshed and wails beyond the frame are merely foils for the protagonists."

"We will dance together, fighting against the current, until the universe's 'End.'"

Sam shifted his gaze from Stelle to the enemies ahead and said in a deep voice:

"Dance, partner."

Silver Wolf's tone brimmed with delight, as though she was eagerly anticipating the coming battle:

"Dance, partner."

Blade's voice remained even, as though he had weathered countless storms:

"Dance, partner."

Finally, Kafka's voice was as soft as a lover's whisper as she extended the invitation once more:

"Dance—partner."

Battle was about to erupt.

Silver Wolf, who had been so excited just moments ago, discovered that she had been assigned to the edge of the battlefield and complained regretfully:

"Ah, why am I doing off-field support again? So boring..."

Stelle had just been glanced upon by Fuli, unlocking a new Path and gaining brand-new power.

A brush adorned with pink feathers appeared out of thin air in her hand.

With a light sweep of the brush, a string of obscure golden characters immediately appeared before her.

As she moved it, purple and red radiance intertwined at her side, erupting with astonishing energy.

Stelle also summoned Mimi, who had previously been absent, onto the battlefield.

Mimi let out a cheerful, crisp cry:

"Battle... companions, together!"

At that moment, dense green energy suddenly surged around Kafka, Blade, Stelle, and Sam on the battlefield.

The energy seeped into their bodies, rapidly healing their injuries.

Then, Silver Wolf's voice slowly rang out:

"Hack successful, status fully restored!"

Mimi waved her little paws, applying the Power of Years to Blade and granting him powerful support.

Blade's figure flickered, and he appeared directly before the enemy.

Looking at the foes before him, his voice was hoarse and icy:

"Time to collect the bodies..."

At that moment, Silver Wolf's off-field support landed with perfect precision.

A multicolored pillar of light slammed into the enemy, instantly paralyzing them.

The longsword in Blade's hand was reinforced layer upon layer by golden power.

He fiercely slashed at one of the enemies, his voice filled with contempt for the weak:

"Share the view? You don't deserve it!"

Mimi used the Power of Years once more, pulling Kafka close to the enemy.

Kafka looked at the enemy with neither sorrow nor joy in her eyes, her tone light and airy, as though life meant nothing to her:

"No survivors... is that right?"

Silver Wolf's off-field attack struck again, instantly paralyzing that enemy.

Like an elegant musician, Kafka twirled the dagger in her hand as she attacked the enemies, softly chanting in a delighted tone, "The music of slaughter—how lovely."

Mimi used the Power of Years again, pulling Sam into the center of the battlefield.

Sam's voice was steady and powerful. "Let us dance together."

Silver Wolf's off-field support followed close behind, her voice carrying a hint of arrogance. "Blame me for cheating? Hmph. Then come ban my account if you can!"

Sam's armor suddenly erupted in roaring flames, the fire nearly swallowing the entire battlefield.

Her voice carried resolve, a willingness to die, and the determination to destroy everything. "With me—ignite the sea."

With a casual swing of her blade, Sam crushed a huge swath of enemies.

Mimi then pulled Stelle to the front lines.

Silver Wolf's voice rang out again, playful in tone. "We're here for the thrill!"

She instantly paralyzed the enemies, creating the perfect opening for Stelle to strike.

Stelle swung the brush in her hand, and Mimi at her side instantly expanded from palm-sized to five or six meters tall.

Stelle's voice was resolute, filled with unstoppable momentum. "In this script... I'm the protagonist!"

"Mimi..."

With Mimi's cheerful roar, her enormous paw slammed viciously into the enemies.

The enemies were instantly smashed to pieces.

In mere moments, the group of enemies was completely wiped out by their combined efforts!

After claiming victory, Mimi clasped her paws to her chest, so excited that she nearly curled into a ball.

Then she narrowed her eyes, spread her arms wide, and shouted happily, "Victory, victory!"

Mimi looked at Stelle again, her tone full of admiration. "Strong, partner!"

Everyone on the Douluo Continent could not help but gasp at the sight.

They had seen with their own eyes how Stelle fought side by side with the Stellaron Hunters.

Stelle had only just gained her new ability, yet she was already using it skillfully on the battlefield. Her learning ability was simply unbelievable.

"Is this the Power of Years?"

Cixue Douluo stared in astonishment and muttered, "It sends teammates directly beside their enemies, catching them off guard and dealing fatal damage... Even I would find it difficult to defend against an enemy suddenly appearing at my side."

Qian Renxue shifted her gaze away from the Sky Screen and toward the pink little sprite, Mimi, in Stelle's arms.

She had never expected that the Yula Fist and the ability to grow larger and smash enemies apart, which this little fellow had displayed before, were nothing special.

Its most heaven-defying ability was actually using the Power of Years to send teammates directly before their enemies.

The time spent moving seemed to have been completely erased. It was simply bizarre.

Aside from Stelle and Mimi's powers, the other Stellaron Hunters also seemed unfathomable.

There was also Silver Wolf, hiding behind the scenes and constantly firing multicolored beams to control the enemies, creating the best opportunities for her teammates to land finishing blows.

The Stellaron Hunters' coordination was nothing short of flawless.

Even though Stelle had lost her memories and forgotten her past with the Stellaron Hunters, she could still coordinate perfectly with them.

What was more, Mimi's support and her newly acquired power had only just been unlocked.

Just how strong was this Stelle's adaptability?

After all, when Spirit Masters on the Douluo Continent gained new soul skills, they needed at least several practice sessions and days of refinement before they could use them proficiently.

Yet Stelle had mastered her ability the moment she obtained it, even helping her teammates crush their enemies with ease!

Of course, what the people of the Douluo Continent most wanted to complain about was not these people's strength at all.

It was the things they said while fighting!

The way Blade looked at the enemies as if they were ants, paired with his disdainful "Enjoy it together? You aren't worthy," was full of arrogance.

Kafka, meanwhile, spoke with a look of enjoyment: "The music of slaughter—how lovely," treating killing as entertainment.

Firefly's "ignite the sea" carried the madness of wanting to destroy everything.

Silver Wolf was absurdly arrogant from off the field, bombarding the enemies with skill after skill, leaving them able to do nothing but rage helplessly in place.

And Stelle's line—"In this script... I'm the protagonist"—placed herself at the center of the world, as though without her, the world would stop turning and the sun would never rise again.

What truly terrified everyone had never been Stelle and the others' strength.

It was their disdain and cruelty toward life and toward their enemies.

At that moment, Qian Daoliu, the Grand Worshipper of Spirit Hall, was trembling with fear, cold sweat seeping down his back.

He was immensely grateful that he had not listened to the radical elders' suggestions and attacked Stelle back then.

Anyone who thought Stelle's group was easy to provoke would be gravely mistaken.

If they truly angered them, everyone in Spirit Hall would likely end up just like those enemies on the Sky Screen.

Under Stelle and Firefly's attacks, they would be reduced to ashes...