Spirit Master Girl: Contracting with an SSS-Level School Beauty at the Start-Chapter 382 Objective

"No!"

At the critical moment, Xiao Zhan’s potential erupted as he flashed through the void to Ye Youlong’s side, extending his hand to grasp her.

But just then, he suddenly felt a severe pain in his lower abdomen.

His body bent like a bow.

The fake Xiao Zhan had anticipated Xiao Zhan’s actions, even his exact location, and landed a whip kick with precision right on Xiao Zhan.

Xiao Zhan flew backward once again like a kite with its string cut.

With a thud, he hit the ground, coughed up blood, and seemed unable to get up.

Just a few moves had passed, and Xiao Zhan had been utterly subdued; the gap between them was indeed not slight.

Xiao Zhan lay on the ground, his whole body limp, but his eyes remained fixed in Ye Youlong’s direction. Even as his body was battered to the point of agony, his eyes did not blink.

However, the fake Xiao Zhan wouldn’t stop his movements because of this.

As Xiao Zhan hit the ground, the fake Xiao Zhan’s scythe had already struck Ye Youlong.

Ding!

A crisp sound.

No echoing vibrations followed.

Ye Youlong’s Artifact Spirit Form scythe was instantly sliced in two!

Seeing this unfold, Xiao Zhan’s heart seemed to miss a beat, and it felt as if the whole world had quieted at that moment.

Then he came back to his senses, rage splitting his eyes, forgetting all pain on his body, as all the Spirit Manipulation Energy within him erupted at this moment.

A powerful wave of energy instantly dissipated the eight illusory figures surrounding him.

He then charged at the fake Xiao Zhan, concentrating all his strength into a punch aimed fiercely at the fake Xiao Zhan’s head.

But faced with his attack, the fake Xiao Zhan simply maintained his usual cold sneer.

An overwhelming presence.

Unflinching demeanor.

He clearly didn’t take Xiao Zhan’s strike seriously.

Boom!

Xiao Zhan’s punch landed, and the figure of the fake Xiao Zhan in front of him collapsed, instantly turning into nothingness.

But Xiao Zhan felt no joy, for the shattered figure was still a fake!

Anguish surged to his head like towering flames, filling him with unbridled rage!

For the first time, he felt such profound helplessness.

But in this head filled with anger, he maintained the last bit of calm.

He walked up to the broken Death Demon Scythe, which was in Artifact Spirit Form. Since he wasn’t dead, it meant Ye Youlong wasn’t yet dead.

The sight of the severed Death Demon Scythe pained his heart as if being sliced by knives, and he seemed to hear Ye Youlong’s wails.

He tremblingly reached out, yet fearful to touch, afraid that all of this was reality.

But in the end, he had to face the truth.

However, when he tried to touch the Death Demon Scythe, his hand eerily passed right through it; there was nothing in his grasp.

How could this be?

The Death Demon Scythe was right in front of him.

He stubbornly reached out again and again, but no matter how much he tried to grab it, there was nothing in his hand.

He started to panic; the Death Demon Scythe was right there before him, why couldn’t he touch it?

At this moment, the fake Xiao Zhan reappeared before him.

Seeing him, Xiao Zhan angrily questioned, "Where is Ye Youlong, where have you hidden her!"

"Hidden?"

The fake Xiao Zhan seemed quite surprised by this choice of words.

He glanced at the spot in front of Xiao Zhan and said, "Isn’t she right in front of you?"

"In front of me, then why can’t I touch it?"

"Really? Let me try."

The fake Xiao Zhan stepped forward and reached out to touch.

But he was fiercely slapped away by Xiao Zhan, "Get your dirty hands off!"

The fake Xiao Zhan chuckled sheepishly, not minding Xiao Zhan’s attitude, and stepped back. "Then you try touching it yourself."

Xiao Zhan tried again, but the result was the same.

The Death Demon Scythe was placed in front of him, but he just could not touch it, no matter how he changed his position.

The fake Xiao Zhan stood opposite Xiao Zhan as if watching a joke, mockingly said, "With your strength, I really don’t know how you achieved ninety-nine straight victories. Are all those people outside pigs?"

"Lacking strength, lacking skills, if not for relying on Ye Youlong’s SSS-grade talent, you wouldn’t have made it here at all."

"A Contractor like you, completely relying on dumb luck. Ye Youlong contracting with anyone would be better, you’re no good, without her, you’re just trash."

Tsk-tsking repeatedly, shaking his head again and again.

Such words, really made it seem like Xiao Zhan was utterly worthless.

Xiao Zhan fell into silence.

He bowed his head, the fake Xiao Zhan couldn’t see his expression.

It seemed he had also plunged into deep self-doubt.

The fake Xiao Zhan continued to mock Xiao Zhan, "A Spirit Master who only relies on a woman, do you even deserve to be called a Spirit Master?"

"Look at me, have I ever relied on the power of an Artifact Spirit from beginning to end?"

"Without the Artifact Spirit, you are nothing but trash, mere fish on the chopping block at the mercy of others. Do you even have any reason to exist? Aren’t you just someone anyone else could replace?"

"I think you might as well stay here in my place, and let me go enjoy the wonderful world outside!"

Having said that, the fake Xiao Zhan was about to make his move to finish off Xiao Zhan.

But at this moment, Xiao Zhan suddenly spoke.

"Your purpose has been served, you can disappear now."

His voice was very calm, as calm as if nothing had happened at all.

Interrupting the fake Xiao Zhan’s move.

A hint of amusement appeared on the fake Xiao Zhan’s face, "Oh, tell me, what purpose?"

Xiao Zhan raised his head, his gaze calm as water, but compared to before, there was an inexplicable aura about him now.

As if something had happened.

In front of the fake Xiao Zhan, he reached out again, the movement was ordinary, but it carried a very profound and solid charm.

This steadiness seemed to assure one hundred percent that Xiao Zhan would not miss this time.

Shh.

A faint sound of friction.

Xiao Zhan’s hand successfully grasped the Death Demon Scythe.

He stared into the fake Xiao Zhan’s eyes, smiled lightly, and then withdrew his hand.

An astonishing scene occurred—the Death Demon Scythe, which was originally broken into two pieces, miraculously restored to its original form at that moment.

No traces of the break were left, as if nothing had happened.

Xiao Zhan Demon Scythe swung, a powerful aura burst forth, looking at the fake Xiao Zhan, "Again?"

"Then let’s do it."

The fake Xiao Zhan was not polite either, still with his signature cold smirk, and as soon as his voice dropped, he launched an attack on Xiao Zhan.

It’s just that this time, it was he who initiated the attack, while Xiao Zhan became the passive party.

His figure flashed, disappearing from the spot.

Mysteriously silent.

Xiao Zhan stood still, seemingly at a loss.

But the next second, he suddenly moved, first planting the Death Demon Scythe into the ground, then turning around with a side kick at an empty space beside him.

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