Demon King: Hero, don't run away!-Chapter 993: 995: Sisters
Capítulo 993: Chapter 995: Sisters
Taking a step forward, Yang Yu left the Martial Arts Hall.
He had done everything he could and said everything that needed to be said.
In order to completely dismantle the underlying logic of some naive actions by Vorquis, Yang Yu didn’t hesitate to reveal that he was a transmigrator.
Yang Yu once heard somewhere that a person experiences growth three times in life:
The first is realizing that you are not the center of the world; the second is realizing that no matter how hard you try, some things are beyond your control; the third is knowing that even if some things are beyond your control, you still have to give it your all.
The irony is that many people, even as they get older, haven’t made the first step to growth.
And some people, who believe they’ve thoroughly understood, say one thing but do another, skimming the surface.
What Vorquis would ultimately become, Yang Yu wasn’t sure either.
Whether Vorquis could walk out of the shadow of his heart depended on the companionship of his partners.
Yang Yu didn’t have much opportunity to step in.
An outsider pointing fingers and making comments only makes people feel there’s an ulterior motive.
Yang Yu wanted to pull the grown-up Hero to become part of the battle strength, even if the Hero remains as weak as a pup when the Demon King descends, as long as he can set his mindset right, he could still become a shield attracting firepower.
If…
The Hero accidentally turned to the dark side, it would be convenient to rightfully take him out as well.
Returning to the Arena, Yang Yu quickly found Bai Jin and the others.
Sitting down beside Bai Jin and the others, Yang Yu briefly explained what had just happened, putting everyone at ease.
After speaking, Yang Yu turned his gaze to the field, where he happened to see Aslit stepping onto the platform for the match.
At the entrance not far behind Aslit stood a petite girl embracing her beloved sword, casting a complex gaze toward the arena.
Aslit’s opponent was a shaved, slightly comical snowman.
Compared to the nearly three-meter-tall snowman, Aslit appeared rather small.
The match quickly entered the preparation stage.
The snowman rubbed its fists, gulping down the still-cool air. After two rounds, most of the snowmen from the Luo Ze Empire had been eliminated, but he still hadn’t lost the confidence to seize victory at the Dragon God Conference.
Aslit stood still, silent, crouching slightly with her hand on the sword hilt, rotating it ninety degrees, wind brushing against the white fox-shaped mask, gently caressing her hair.
Seeing both sides ready, the referee announced the start of the match.
The massive snowman let out a howl that echoed through the Arena, its body swelling at a visible speed, using both the Heavenly God’s Descent and Gigantification at the start, resembling a small mountain standing in front of Aslit.
With the special blessing of Giant Power, the transformed giant snowman received a large amount of attribute boosts, swinging its huge fist directly at Aslit.
Like a comet falling, the punch came crashing down, Aslit taking a deep breath, unfazed by the danger.
“[Wind-breaking Style. Secret Technique. Formless]”
The blade flashed out, only to be resheathed in the blink of an eye.
Aslit leaped backward three times, dodging the snowman’s fist, allowing it to smash into the ground.
The wide platform let out a rumble, countless cracks spreading outwards from the impact point, sending a gust of wind.
Bathed in the wind, Aslit’s long black hair danced freely in the air.
The snowman let out a muffled growl, raising a hand already coated in sticky, blood-stained red, the smell of blood beginning to permeate the air.
Enduring the pain from its fist, the snowman’s gaze scanned the surroundings quickly, searching for Aslit.
Both the Heavenly God’s Descent and Gigantification had time limits; he had to end everything before the skills ran out.
But after searching all around, the snowman couldn’t find Aslit.
Aslit seemed to have vanished, suddenly disappearing without a trace.
“Did she use some kind of skill to turn invisible, so I can’t catch her?”
No choice, just destroy this place as much as possible; a wide-range skill might hit her.
Alright, let’s do that.”
After briefly considering, the snowman raised both hands, preparing to smash the platform and destroy it entirely.
Right then, a sharp pain struck the snowman’s heel.
Aslit had sliced off a piece of flesh from its heel with her long sword.
In an instant, a torrent of blood gushed from the snowman’s wound.
But that wasn’t the end.
Before the snowman could lift a foot to retaliate, Aslit moved to its knee, where an Evil Ghost emerged, clawing menacingly behind her, sinking beneath her back.
“[Ghost Dance]”
Aslit’s attack power, speed, and armor-piercing increased instantly.
Her sword aimed at the snowman’s knee, bending low to gather strength, then leaping up.
“[Wind-breaking Flow. Storm]”
A burst of blue magic power shot from Aslit’s grip on the sword handle, sweeping across the sharp blade, as if cutting everything in the world.
Aslit swung forward with her blade, tearing a horrifying gash across the snowman’s knee, blood spraying everywhere.
The snowman let out a painful wail, its knee smashing heavily to the ground.
But this snowman did not lose the will to fight despite its wounded knee, crying out to return home to its mother, flailing its arms chaotically, recklessly unleashing skills, trying to sweep Aslit off the field this way.
Who knew Aslit had already climbed onto the snowman’s back, her sharp blade flashing continuously, launching attacks without restraint.
Helpless, the snowman summoned one giant snowball after another, hurling them at itself, trying every possible way to get Aslit off its back.
Sadly, Aslit had also learned the [Climbing] skill, with her feet sticking to the snowman like they were glued.
No matter how hard the snowman tried, it couldn’t get Aslit off, watching as she left wound after wound.
The battle ended quickly, Aslit effortlessly claiming victory in this match.
After the referee announced the end of the match, Aslit swung off the blood on her blade, sheathed it, and left the platform without looking back.
Seeing her sister approach, Qiuye clutched the sword in her arms more tightly.
At the opening ceremony, Qiuye had noticed Aslit.
Initially, Qiuye wasn’t sure that the person attending the Dragon God Conference was her sister.
But after watching two of Aslit’s matches, Qiuye was finally certain that this woman before her was indeed her long-lost sister.
Aside from her sister, Qiuye couldn’t think of anyone else capable of wielding the Wind-breaking Style to such a degree.
