Behind the palace, in a private room.
Li Su sat on one side, Guo Yuyun on the other.
Less than half a meter separated them, their knees almost touching.
If either of them breathed even a little harder, the other would feel it.
At this moment, Li Su wore an earnest, grave expression, as though he had not come in for a sparring exchange at all, but to fight for his life in the most perilous close-quarters battle.
Who was he kidding? Did he think that just because this senior sister knew him well and smiled at him, she would go easy on him?
No, she would not.
She would only hit harder—and dirtier.
For instance, right now, they were playing a particularly insane game.
A turn-based one, where each person took a shot in turn.
What made it dangerous?
One attacked, and one defended.
This was fucking not a game. It was not like having three thousand defense, two thousand health, and five thousand attack meant the other side could not kill you.
That was not how it worked.
This was reality, and the logic of reality's game was that offense usually exceeded defense. No matter how fucking high you stacked your defense, the other side would always find a way to break through it.
One slip-up did not merely mean dying. It meant evaporating on the spot.
Guo Yuyun's eyes lit up. As her hair trembled faintly, two magnificent world projections appeared above it. She extended her jade-like hand and flicked.
With a clear ding-dong, a ripple exploded outward.
That was the mass of two entire worlds borne upon a single strand of hair. What kind of concept was a ripple formed when it lashed through the void?
Within the ripple's reach lay a scene of apocalyptic collapse,