Before the paper ash filling the air could settle, a small, thin black figure shot out of the debris, moving so fast that it left only a faint black afterimage as it rushed straight at Qingxiao's face.
It stood only a meter and a half tall, pitch-black as ink, the product of all the remaining resentment compressed to its utmost limit.
Not a single loose sheet of paper covered its surface. It consisted entirely of tightly compressed layers of paper fibers, like a solid block of high-density charcoal.
Fine ripples of sound, almost invisible to the naked eye, surrounded it. Two paper blades as thin as cicada wings extended from its fingertips, vibrating continuously at high frequency and gleaming with a chilling light.
It had completely abandoned its advantages in strength and range, pouring all its attributes into speed, precision killing, and sonic frequency.
Its entire body was a walking high-frequency killing weapon. Every movement set off tiny cracks in the air, and even the wind of its passing carried a prickling vibration.
The moment they faced each other, a shrill sound, as faint as a mosquito's whine yet piercing to the brain, bored straight through his ear canals into his skull.
It was several times sharper than in the first phase, like fine steel wire twisting tight around his nerves.
Pain stabbed through Qingxiao's eardrums. In the instant his vision wavered, the cold gleam was already upon him.
He dodged hastily. A paper blade grazed his arm, drawing a spray of blood.
The wound was shallow, but the high-frequency vibrations coating the paper blade burrowed through the cut into his flesh, instantly numbing the surrounding muscles and making even turning slightly sluggish.
This third phase really was harder to deal with than the first two combined.
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