March 7th overestimated herself; she fought Hoolay alone and quickly found herself at a disadvantage.
In the spectator stands, Xing, having somehow found a microphone in a trash can, began commentating on the battle into the void:
"Welcome to the live broadcast of Galactic Baseballer! We can see that the brave and beautiful swordswoman, March 7th, did not back down under the pressure of a strong opponent!"
" In March 7th, she rose again, and with indomitable fighting spirit, she launched another attack on Hoolay!"
The next second, March 7th was Hoolay's swift side punch and flew out like a kite with a broken string.
"Uh..." Xing's explanation came to an abrupt end.
Amid gasps of alarm, March 7th crashed heavily several meters away, kicking up a cloud of dust.
"Oh~ the resilient March 7th has stood up again! She charged forward once more!"
The commentary abruptly stopped again. "... Our March 7th fighter has been taken down once again by Hoolay's simple, unadorned straight punch!"
In the center of the arena, March 7th, struggling to Hoolay thunderous and torrential attacks, seized a moment of respite and shouted towards the audience:
"Hey! Stop just talking up there!"
March 7th's lips twitched wildly. Where did he learn this "watching the fun" mentality from? Forget "Galactic Baseballer," let's change his name to "Galaxy Fun Man."
"Fine, until Feixiao arrives, you can serve as the entertainment!"
Despite saying that, Hoolay's inner turmoil and suspicion only intensified.
Although he didn't intentionally aim for a fatal blow, it was certainly not something an ordinary person could withstand; such an attack would likely leave the victim either dead or severely injured.
But this pink-haired human in front of me withstood so many of my attacks without a single scratch. What incredible resilience... He's truly a worthy opponent!
Hoolay's claws transformed into sharp blades, and with a flash, he seized the moment before March 7th could get up and thrust straight at him.
clang!
At the critical moment, a longsword radiating a chilling aura precisely positioned itself between Hoolay and March 7th, forcefully stopping the brutal claw attack.
The chilling sword energy even caused tiny frost flowers to condense in the surrounding air.
"Then you'd better watch out, the feeling of being defeated by a cub might not be something you, an old wolf, can easily handle!"
Yanqing and Yunli came to the rescue just in time, protecting their beloved disciple March 7th behind them.
"What, you think you can win just because you've set up an ambush and outnumbered them?"
Hoolay grinned, revealing sharp, white fangs. His eyes gleamed with even greater ferocity, and crimson blood energy erupted like tangible flames, forming a scorching wave that made the clothes of the three men flutter wildly.
I will make you understand that you are completely wrong!
Before he could finish speaking, Hoolay's figure left a blurry afterimage as he lunged straight at March 7th, who had just regained his footing, with a suffocating sense of oppression crashing down upon him.
A deafening clang of metal rang out as March 7th gripped his longsword tightly with both hands, channeling his strength into the blade as he gritted his teeth and parried upwards.
The moment the blade clashed with the wolf's claw, a violent force surged into the blade like a landslide or tsunami, causing the deck of the Skysplitter to groan under the immense pressure.
"What... what amazing power--" March 7th groaned, his face turning pale, feeling as if his internal organs were shifting.
Sigh~ Why is she, an archer, playing melee combat?
"Hahahaha~ Interesting! You little brats, keep going, swing your swords with all your might!" Hoolay laughed wildly, his attacks becoming increasingly fierce.
"You think I'd run away?"
Hoolay easily deflected Yanqing's thrust, and his huge wolf claws suddenly shot out, accurately grabbing Yunli's [ Old Iron ] which she was sweeping across.
That power, enough to annihilate mountains and seas, was firmly gripped by his single claw. Hoolay's arm muscles bulged, and he let out a low roar:
"The path a wolf takes only leads forward; there is no escape!"
With a sudden jerk, Yunli and her sword were thrown away by an irresistible force.
Hoolay grew increasingly frustrated as he fought, his unease growing. Could it be... that his plan had been exposed? A sense of foreboding swept through his mind.
"Hey, getting distracted during battle is a big no-no!"
Yanqing Qing shouted, seizing the moment of Hoolay's hesitation, and thrust his sword, carrying a chilling aura, straight at his ribs.
"A trivial skill."
Hoolay snapped back to his senses with astonishing speed, his other claw sweeping back to parry and easily deflect Yanqing's sword.
A blood-red claw-like aura, even more ferocious and swift than before, carrying an oppressive force that instilled despair, instantly enveloped Yanqing's entire body.
Yanqing's pupils constricted sharply; this attack was too fast and too fierce, there was no way to avoid it!
At the critical moment, March 7th took out his ice spear and conjured a thick ice wall in front of Yanqing.
"Not bad! But it's far from enough! My body is immortal, while your swords are as weak as weeds!"
As the smoke cleared, Hoolay held Yanqing in his hand as if she were a chick.
"I'm tired of this... let's stop here."
Hoolay's crimson claws were already upon them!
Yanqing wanted to resist, but then he suddenly remembered something. His free left hand reached out with lightning speed to an inconspicuous, ancient sword box hanging at his waist.
The moment his fingertips touched the sword case, a warm and resilient energy surged out. Almost instinctively, Yanqing slammed his hand on the sword case.
A strange, soft sound rang out. Instead of the earth-shattering sword cry one might expect, a rich, mellow, and sweet aroma of milk tea suddenly filled the arena, which was filled with blood and smoke.
A beam of amber light flowed from the sword case, landing in Yanqing's left hand on a sword with an unusually peculiar shape.
Its blade is not metal, but a kind of amber-colored gelatinous substance with a honey-like luster, and inside there are several round and full black pearls slowly rolling.
The deep brown hilt exudes a wonderful fragrance, feels warm and smooth in the hand, and even carries a hint of warmth. The entire sword is enveloped in a soft yet resilient amber halo.
"Huh? Could this be... the ' Milk Tea Sword ' that Teacher Ye Yan gave me?"
March 7th was stunned; it was the first time she had ever seen something like this, and all she could say was that the design was quite peculiar.
"With this sword, I will prove the Eternity!" As if by magic, Yanqing blurted out these words.
The next second, the crimson claw slammed into the amber sword that exuded a rich milk tea aroma.
boom--!!!
Thick smoke billowed again, but the scene of Yanqing being torn to pieces that I had imagined did not happen.
The seemingly soft and harmless amber-colored sword blade unleashed an unimaginable Preservation power the moment it came into contact with the crimson claw.
The raging crimson energy crashed into a bottomless Ocean, its Destruction impact dissipated by layers upon layers of endless, resilient strength.
The pearls inside spun wildly, as if forming a tiny energy vortex.
Hoolay's fierce and determined attack was like a mad dragon trapped in a swamp, its speed suddenly reduced, and its power was forcibly swallowed up by this strange amber sword domain.
The remaining force impacted Yanqing, causing him to stagger back several steps, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. However, the deck of the Skysplitter only left a few shallow footprints beneath his feet, without even a crack.
"Wh... what?!"
Hoolay's pupils widened suddenly, his immense astonishment even outweighing his rage.
He felt as if his claw strikes had hit the toughest slime in the universe, or as if he had been swallowed by a tiny, rapidly spinning black hole.
This was no ordinary weapon; that strange energy fluctuation... it felt both familiar and strange, as if I'd experienced it somewhere before...
Swish--
The image of the Cloud-Piercer Spear flashed through Hoolay's mind.
Hoolay stared at the strangely shaped sword in Yanqing's hand, which emitted a sweet fragrance, and for the first time, a look of confusion appeared on his face.
"A divine weapon... do you think you can turn the tide of battle with such means?"
"They really are... unscrupulous."
March 7th didn't care about any of that. Taking advantage of Hoolay's weakened state, he charged forward with his ice spear and longsword.
"Let's all make him land on his backside, headfirst!"