Spirit Master Girl: Contracting with an SSS-Level School Beauty at the Start-Chapter 383 Skills

Bang!

A solid kick!

Hitting a soft spot.

With a muffled grunt, the fake Xiao Zhan was sent flying backwards, tracing an arc through the air before heavily falling to the ground.

However, the kick did not cause him much damage; he got up, wiped his mouth, and looked at Xiao Zhan, "Not bad, not quite a waste."

Xiao Zhan said, "Continue?"

"Continue."

As the words fell,

Both launched into attacks simultaneously, almost at the exact same time.

But both chose to fight bare-handed, surprisingly not using the Death Demon Scythe.

As if they had reached some sort of understanding.

...

Outside.

Xiao Zhan and Ye Youlong stood motionless in the center of the arena, like two statues.

The spectators who came were growing impatient looking at the sun above.

"What’s going on, are they still going to fight? It’s been an hour."

"You’re really funny, asking such a question at this point. An hour has passed, and both Xiao Zhans have stood there for an hour. Clearly, this is a contest we cannot see."

"Isn’t this rather boring then? Just standing here watching?"

"What else do you want then?"

"Sigh..."

Everyone sighed.

They had expected a spectacular fight, but it turned out to be this calm.

A bit not worth the ticket price.

In the room, Liu Xin looked at this scene, her eyes filled with worry.

She felt powerless in this uncontrollable situation.

Just then, the door suddenly opened, and two figures walked in.

It was Su Zhenggong and his Artifact Spirit.

Seeing them, Liu Xin frowned slightly, "Why haven’t you left yet? Do you want Xiao Zhan to find out the truth?"

Su Zhenggong said, "Xiao Zhan is not dead yet, my mission is not complete, how could I just leave?"

He gazed at Xiao Zhan and Ye Youlong in the field, who were as motionless as statues, presenting a perfect opportunity for a surprise attack.

Unfortunately, the arena provided absolute protection to those inside, making his attacks ineffective.

Then, he turned to Liu Xin and said, "If Xiao Zhan doesn’t survive, then that’s it, and this matter ends here. If he survives, then we must seize the last opportunity!"

"The Su Family has already prepared a detailed plan. If Xiao Zhan completes the hundred victories achievement, then you will take him to the Ten Thousand Demon Forest where we have arranged a meticulous ambush."

"The moment Xiao Zhan appears there, he won’t return alive!"

"Also, if you dare play any tricks this time, your sister Liu Yue will surely miss you."

"How dare you threaten my sister!" The last sentence infuriated Liu Xin.

She stood up suddenly, her energy released, forming a tremendous pressure that she directed at Su Zhenggong.

But with a light wave of his hand, Su Zhenggong effortlessly deflated her energy.

"I haven’t touched your sister, but consider this a warning. I have already reported your last slip-up to the Family Head, and he is very angry. This is your last chance to make amends; remember, either Xiao Zhan dies, or you and your sister die together."

After speaking, Su Zhenggong snorted coldly at her and left without looking back.

Liu Xin’s face was livid with anger, and she felt an unbearable frustration.

But soon, her frustration turned into a fierce and chilly resolve.

"Dare to use Liu Yue to threaten me, I will make all of you pay. I swore, no one can touch my sister!"

Her eyes, more resolute than ever, suddenly turned to Xiao Zhan.

...

Time passed quickly.

This silent contest took much longer than everyone imagined.

Three days.

A full three days passed.

Xiao Zhan still showed no reaction.

If not for Xiao Zhan’s chest rising and falling evenly, everyone might have thought he had died.

"Damn it, I haven’t slept for three days, I can’t take it anymore, I’m going back." Some people couldn’t stand it anymore and chose to leave.

He was not the first to leave; many had already left before him.

"How much longer must we wait, there’s no reaction at all, is the arena glitched?"

"Hurry up, I’ve waited until the flowers wilted."

...

Seemingly in response to the prayers,

Xiao Zhan’s eyes suddenly moved.

And this movement was immediately noticed by someone.

"He moved, Xiao Zhan moved."

This set off a ripple through the crowd.

Everyone’s exhausted spirits were instantly revived, they all stretched their necks and widened their eyes, staring intently at Xiao Zhan to see if he really moved.

Under everyone’s gaze,

Xiao Zhan indeed moved.

He regained consciousness from his dazed state, alleys of agony and floods of memory intermingling, as though passing through countless springs and autumns.

Then, he took a deep breath.

He looked at Ye Youlong next to him, who also woke up, and likewise turned his gaze to him.

"I didn’t expect that this final contest was, in reality, a lesson for us," Xiao Zhan said.

Three days passed outside.

But inside, it felt like more than three years to him.

Initially, he thought he needed to defeat the fake Xiao Zhan to get out.

But later, he realized he couldn’t actually defeat the fake Xiao Zhan because the fake’s strength was always a level above his.

In the latter fights, although his strength improved, the fake Xiao Zhan was always superior.

They seemed like predefined programs; Xiao Zhan was n, the fake Xiao Zhan was n+1.

Fortunately though, even though he couldn’t defeat the fake, it didn’t have much of an impact on their ultimate result.

Rather than calling this a contest, it was more like a lesson.

The lesson was simple.

To summarize in two words, "technique."

The fake Xiao Zhan and Xiao Zhan had the same strength and skills, but the fake could easily overwhelm Xiao Zhan simply because of his superior control of techniques.

For instance, the Thunder Shadow Step and Spatial Teleportation.

When Xiao Zhan executed them, he could only do them one at a time.

But the fake Xiao Zhan combined them; the noise generated by the Thunder Shadow Step was confined through spatial twists, making it silent.

Thus creating a noiseless Thunder Shadow Step.

The eight phantom images were also reflections via spatial refraction.

Even the Death Demon Scythe being cut into two was merely an illusion created by spatial distortion; it wasn’t actually cut at all.

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