WHAT! I Have To Kill Heaven's Son To Live!-Chapter 162: Cloudia Vs Miu Jiang (2)

A harsh voice echoed through the trees.

"Where are you, little fox?" Miu Jiang growled, his voice thick with rage.

As the Dreamweaver Mist slowly thinned, his face finally emerged—shockingly clean, not a single drop of blood.

But that was the terrifying part.

Cloudia had twisted his senses so thoroughly—controlling not only what he saw, but what he felt.

Her illusion skill, Dreamweaver Mist, had reached deep into his mind, adjusting even his pain responses.

The blood he thought he’d seen, the agony he swore he felt—it was all part of the illusion.

All carefully crafted to convince him it was real.

Now, as the false reality unraveled, Miu Jiang’s expression grew darker.

He stepped forward, slow and deliberate, boots crunching over broken twigs and scorched leaves.

But was Cloudia foolish?

No—she knew exactly how this would play out. frёeweɓηovel_coɱ

She couldn’t win against him. Not now.

After all, the Dreamweaver Mist skill had a two-day cooldown in her current state—and she hadn’t even been able to use it properly before.

She was already running, the white tiger at her side, across the damaged forest floor scattered with Miu Jiang’s unconscious men.

Their enemies had been defeated.

But he was still standing.

Cloudia’s golden Nine-Tailed Fox form sprinted faster than her previous Mist Cloud Fox form. She pushed herself harder. Every muscle burned.

But then—

She skidded to a halt.

Miu Jiang stood ahead of her.

Waiting.

Blocking her path.

Her golden eyes widened in shock.

’H-How... How did he get here before me?’

He smirked darkly.

After all, a Golden Core Realm cultivator was anything but slow—especially when using a secret family footwork technique.

There was no outrunning that kind of speed.

"Where do you think you’re running to, little bitch?" Miu Jiang hissed, his smile twitching with cruelty.

Before Cloudia could even react—

BOOM!

A crushing blow from his Aura-filled left hand slammed into her side.

"GRRUHH!"

She was sent flying, crashing against a jagged boulder. Dust exploded from the impact.

Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, bright and red against her golden fur.

"Now... you too."

SWOOSH!

Miu Jiang turned sharply and slashed at the white tiger with his sword, glowing with dense aura.

"GRRRAAGHH!!"

The young beast cried out, blood spraying from the deep cut across her back.

Cloudia forced herself to her feet.

"Don’t you dare hurt her!" she screamed, her voice a blend of fury and desperation.

She lunged, fangs bared, aiming for his throat.

But Miu Jiang raised his sword and blocked it with ease.

"Don’t interrupt me, bitch."

His left hand glowed with aura—and then it came crashing down across her face.

CRACK!

Cloudia’s head slammed into the dirt. Blood spilled from her nose.

And before she could move—

BOOM!

A kick, filled with Aura, blasted into her ribs.

She flew through the air, smashing through tree after tree, before crashing to the ground in a broken heap.

More blood.

More pain.

Through blurred vision, she heard his mocking voice.

"I’ll make sure you feel every bit of pain I did in that illusion... and more."

Before she could rise—before she could even breathe—he was there.

Standing over her.

His eyes gleaming with murderous intent.

He jumped high.

"Miu Family’s Secret Sword Art...

Fourth Form—Bloodfang Slash!"

A crimson streak of light arced downward.

SLASH!

"GRRUUUHHHH!"

Cloudia howled in agony as the blade carved deep into her back, tearing through flesh. Blood sprayed across the forest floor in a crimson arc.

Her golden fur darkened with red.

But even through the pain—

Her body began to heal, the torn skin knitting itself back together, her powerful Nine-Tailed Fox bloodline working to mend the damage.

Miu Jiang’s eyes narrowed in irritation as he saw it.

"Tch... Regenerating, are you?" he muttered.

His grin twisted, crueler than before.

"Then let’s see how long you can keep that up."

And then—

He didn’t stop.

Slash.

A brutal arc down her spine.

Slash.

Another across her shoulder blades.

Slash.

Deeper. Wilder. Faster.

Each strike sent a wave of agony through her, her cries echoing through the forest.

Cloudia’s body jerked under the blows, her regeneration slowing, her blood now pooling beneath her.

Her growls were growing faint.

But Miu Jiang wasn’t done.

His blade gleamed red with fresh blood, eyes locked in a manic frenzy—

until—

WHOOSH!

A sudden rustle behind him.

The white tiger, trembling and barely able to stand, had risen again. With a desperate snarl, she lunged at him from behind.

CRACK!

GRUUUHHH!

A fist smashed into her face.

GRRRH!

Another blow struck her ribs.

GRUGHH!

And another, sending her sprawling.

"L-little... tiger..." Cloudia tried to speak, her voice hoarse and barely audible, "Stop... don’t... anymore..."

Her vision blurred.

Everything throbbed with pain.

’There’s... no way out. We can’t win... Not like this.’

She couldn’t even sense her master through their Spiritual Link. Too far.

’Master... can’t hear me... can’t come...’

Panic twisted through her thoughts.

What could she do?

’Should I... surrender? Go with them? But... no. They won’t let the little tiger go, even if I do.’

’And if I’m taken... who’ll tell Master?’

Then—

An idea sparked.

A small, desperate sliver of hope.

She spoke quickly through the Spiritual Link they shared as Companion Beasts of the same Master.

Her thoughts rushed into the white tiger’s mind.

The young white tiger nodded with a faint smile, though her body trembled from pain.

Yet, she seemed more resilient than Cloudia—more used to suffering, as if the pain from those blows was nothing new to her.

’Just hold on... a little longer, little tiger. I promise... I’ll return with Master.’

Cloudia closed her eyes.

A skill... one that had awakened when her bond with Reon had reached to the max.

A desperate skill, only usable under specific conditions:

First, she had to be far enough from her Master that the Spiritual Link could no longer connect.

Second, she had to be in a truly desperate situation.

Third, she needed to have absolute, unwavering trust in her Master.

And she had met all the requirements.

She whispered the words through bloody lips:

"Activate: Token of Bond!"

Miu Jiang sensed something was wrong and turned sharply to look—

Too late.

WHOOSH!

Cloudia vanished.

...

Present Time—

Cloudia’s head rested gently on Reon’s lap.

"I see... so that’s what happened," Reon said softly, his voice calm.

But inside, he was burning, twisting, and being torn apart.

"I am sorry, Master. It’s all my fault," Cloudia whispered. "If I’d just killed him when I had the chance... none of this would’ve happened."

Reon shook his head. "It’s not your fault, Cloudia. How could you have known he carried a Grade-4 Illusion-Dissipating Talisman?"

He looked at her, eyes sharp with hidden rage.

"But learn from this fight. Never underestimate your enemy—no matter how weak they appear.

Strike the moment you see an opening. Whether it’s through trickery or brute strength—make sure they’re dead. Completely. Got it?"

Cloudia nodded. "Yes, Master."

She hesitated, then said, "Master... we have to save the little tiger."

"No need," Reon replied coldly.

"B-But—!"

"They’re coming to us," Reon said, eyes narrowing as he looked ahead.

In the distance, figures began to emerge from the trees.

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