My Ability Is Role-playing-Chapter 397 - 393: Su Qiangwei: System Activated!
After losing a hand, Seventh Princess Eve still appeared fully confident.
It’s not about being stubborn, but about having different perspectives.
For a 21st-century Earthling, losing a limb is quite a significant matter, equating it directly to disability, meaning that for the rest of their life, they might not live like a complete human being, unable to do many things.
But for anyone from the Chuanke Civilization...
That’s nothing at all!
Just a severed hand; a minor surgery would quickly heal it, simpler than an Earthling’s appendectomy.
A normal Chuanke resident, in everyday life, might accidentally chop off a hand while cooking, but to make that severed arm grow back, they usually use instruments and it takes about two minutes.
But Eve, being part of the Chuanke Imperial Family, with Emperor Chuanke as her backing, has access to top-notch resources in all aspects like food and accommodation.
The same goes for treatment devices.
Snap!
Seventh Princess Eve lightly snapped the fingers of her remaining hand.
In an instant, a highly technological silver-white oval ring descended from the sky, attaching to Eve’s severed wrist.
The wound, previously sealed with a scab, was opened by a laser, releasing a bit of fresh blood.
Tiny light particles emerged from the oval ring, gradually forming the shape of blood vessels and muscles.
Flesh, bones, nerves, skin...
A hand was "printed" at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In just three seconds!
The severed hand was completely healed!
After completing this process, the oval ring flew back into the battleships.
Seventh Princess Eve looked at Ma Ran with a half-smile, flexing her newly regenerated hand.
Just like before, not a hint of awkwardness or stiffness, as if it had naturally grown.
"I said it before."
Seventh Princess Eve stared at Ma Ran with burning eyes, her demeanor slightly mad, appearing not like someone of sound mind: "My tolerance for talent is beyond your imagination."
"Even if you took this hand..."
"Even if you decapitated me or did something more extreme, as long as you don’t completely kill me, I will forgive you, Ma Ran!"
Her voice grew louder, her expression manic and crazed, making even the Guardians Chuan Qi instinctively step back two steps.
Ma Ran sighed.
Seventh Princess Eve was as crazy as the records depicted.
Her pursuit of talent was pathological, and it’s unclear what experiences shaped her personality.
While some are naturally saints or evil, a disposition like Seventh Princess Eve’s...
Ma Ran refuses to believe such character was born with.
However...
He’s not interested in Eve’s experiences at all.
The only value this woman holds is to temporarily play the role of an "audience" before death.
That’s it.
Ma Ran grasped the hilt, the black-and-white-haired youth gently twirled the blade, without any excess movements, leaving two purple-golden sword marks seared into the wind.
Swish!
Swish!
Two sprays of blood splattered in response.
Seventh Princess Eve’s arms fell to the ground, dissolving into the air like dust, as if they never existed.
This time, Eve’s expression finally changed.
"What... what kind of sword skill is this?"
"Even though I focused my attention, I still couldn’t see..."
The pride, disdain, and superiority on Seventh Princess Eve’s face were halved by these two strikes, confusion and bafflement hidden in her eyes.
Previously, losing a hand could be blamed on underestimation.
But now...
She was fully focused on him yet still couldn’t see how Ma Ran made his move!
It’s simply unbelievable!
To know, with the aid of auxiliary devices, Seventh Princess Eve could focus her spirit, and even the natural spread of thunder seemed slow-motion to her, like a tree of thunder slowly growing and spreading to the earth.
Could Ma Ran’s speed surpass lightning?
This level of combat techniques transcends being merely referred to as a sword technique or skill!
His skill, akin to the Dao!
However...
It’s alright, it’s just losing both hands, it hardly impacts her combat power.
With an energy strength of about thirteen hundred, once she activates the protective barrier, it couldn’t even break through.
With this thought, Seventh Princess Eve immediately activated the defense device.
An almost non-existent thickness "space membrane" appeared on her body.
At the same time, a bizarre long sword wrapped in swift winds hovered in front of Seventh Princess Eve, its edge pointing at Ma Ran.
"Though I don’t mind your offense, but..."
"If I want to subdue you, I probably need to show some true skills."
"I..."
"I must get serious!"
With these words, Seventh Princess Eve’s thoughts raced, and the indoor air surged with a whirlwind!
Every gust was as sharp as a blade.
In an instant, the roof was entirely lifted, turning into rubble and dust, tossed into the wind.
Throughout the entire reception hall, only the "Traitor’s Wall" remained intact.
The other areas all became ruins.
The thirty-some staff waiting quietly outside were injured but not directly killed.
Seventh Princess Eve laughed aloud, wild winds raging around her, her might overwhelming: "At such a critical moment, sparing energy to protect some useless natives and this wall..."
"Ma Ran, your hidden secrets just get more intriguing to me!"
As she spoke, the strange wind sword in front of Seventh Princess Eve gently swung.
Swish!
The entire building shattered to pieces, turning into ruins.
The dust covered the sky!
The wind blew, and dust and smoke rapidly dissipated.
The "Traitor’s Wall" stood firm like a long-forgotten game glitch, standing stubbornly on the earth, its dark red glow occasionally flickering with lightning’s purple-gold glint.
Jin Yina, shielded by Park Yong-jun, didn’t suffer much harm either.
Su Qiangwei used Superpower to evacuate the building’s service staff.
The dusty Park Yong-jun set down Jin Yina in his arms, whispering, "That crazy woman is simply insane! Battle is one thing, but why involve others?"
Jin Yina didn’t reply, only lifted her head, her eyes fixed intently on Ma Ran, who floated in the air: "The Prophet, should win, right?"
Su Qiangwei raised an eyebrow, snorting coldly.
Would Ma Ran engage in a fight with less than a ninety-nine percent victory rate?
Obviously not!
Thus, to her, Jin Yina’s doubt was entirely unfounded.
Ma Ran, that guy, will definitely win!
And win easily, win beautifully!
Now, Su Qiangwei’s only wonder is...
Clearly, Ma Ran could instantly kill the Seventh Princess of Chuanke, yet didn’t strike the lethal blow.
This...
Why?
To enjoy the thrill of battle?
Ridiculous!
Ma Ran isn’t Demon Child Zhang Kuang or Sword Master Lin Qiubai; while he possesses immense combat talent, he doesn’t crave strong adversaries but enjoys the feeling of controlling everything.
Su Qiangwei slowly closed her eyes, her Spiritual Power quickly expanding.
"Two powerful auras are rapidly approaching, it should be Li Tang and Adam!"
The girl’s beautiful eyes opened, divine light gleaming within, her gaze focused on Ma Ran: "This guy’s Perception is stronger than mine, he can’t possibly have missed it."
"So, he deliberately drew these two here!"
"Thinking of catching them all at once?"
Where does this confidence come from?
Driven by curiosity, Su Qiangwei silently thought: "System, activate!"
"Target locked on Ma Ran, deploy ’Observation Technique’!"
