Chapter 479: The Cruelest Thing is Complete Indifference, Not Even Qualifying to be Hated

"This is an all-encompassing attack!"

"It doesn’t matter how fast Zhu Zhuqing is now, right? The entire arena is covered; where can she hide?"

Everyone did not believe that Zhu Zhuqing could dodge Dai Mubai’s fourth spirit ability.

Zhu Zhuqing remained calm.

The fourth spirit ring lit up.

Purple light enveloped her entire body.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh—

Several figures branched out from Zhu Zhuqing’s body.

Every Clone was exactly the same as her original body.

Same black hair, same cat eyes, same cold temperament.

And these Clones were not ordinary phantoms.

They all possessed physical attack power.

"Scatter."

Zhu Zhuqing spat out a single word.

The group of Clones and the original body exploded outward simultaneously, weaving through the gaps in the meteor shower at high speed.

Every Clone charged forward against the attacks.

The group of Clones wove through the meteor shower to intercept, each one precisely locking onto a ball of light and shattering it.

The penetration attribute collided with the structure of the light balls, exploding into clusters of golden light fragments.

The impenetrable meteor shower was torn apart, gap by gap.

Meanwhile, under the cover of the Clones, Zhu Zhuqing’s original body charged forward in a straight line.

"No!!!"

Dai Mubai saw the figure charging straight at him through the gaps in the meteor shower, and he panicked.

He desperately increased his output.

But the group of Clones immediately adjusted their formation, blocking the vast majority of the attacks for the original body.

The few that slipped through were easily dodged by Zhu Zhuqing’s original body with strange footwork.

The White Tiger Meteor Shower was completely dismantled by the group of Clones.

Dai Mubai’s face completely lost its color.

His ultimate trump card, into which he had poured a massive amount of spirit power, was gone just like that!

"It’s over..."

Ma Hongjun plopped back into his chair.

Flender shook his head with a sigh; the outcome was already beyond doubt.

The last ball of light from the White Tiger Meteor Shower shattered in the air.

Golden light fragments drifted down slowly.

Zhu Zhuqing’s Clones dissipated simultaneously, leaving only her original body standing on the arena.

And her current position was less than three steps away from Dai Mubai.

Dai Mubai was still maintaining his White Tiger Vajra Transformation state, black tiger stripes covering his entire body.

But his spirit power had been mostly depleted in the meteor shower, and his arms ached unbearably from the previous collision.

He panted heavily, his eyes staring fixedly at the woman in front of him.

Those cat eyes looked back at him, cold, calm, and condescending.

"Are you not going to admit defeat yet?" Zhu Zhuqing asked indifferently.

Dai Mubai gritted his teeth: "Don’t underestimate me!!!"

He roared and charged forward.

Although the Spirit Ability had consumed a large amount of spirit power, he could still move, he could still fight; the Evil Eyes White Tiger would never kneel to admit defeat!

His fist, wrapped in remaining strength, swiped toward Zhu Zhuqing’s face.

This punch was hysterical, full of emotion, and completely without technique.

Zhu Zhuqing dodged it with a light, side-stepping slide.

Dai Mubai’s tiger claws grazed past her ear, not even touching a single strand of her hair.

Zhu Zhuqing circled to his side.

She slowly raised her hands above her head, clasping them at the highest point.

The Hell Civet’s claws fused in her palms, condensing into a pitch-black blade a foot long.

Black light illuminated her cold profile.

Third Spirit Ability · Hell Decapitation!

All spirit power was injected into the pitch-black blade, the penetration attribute was infused, and the strength bonus of her arm bones was superimposed.

All the amplifications converged onto a single point in this instant.

Dai Mubai caught that arc of black light in his peripheral vision.

He used the last of his strength to raise his arms to block.

All the spirit power he could muster was piled onto this final line of defense.

Slash!

The pitch-black blade of light fell.

The White Tiger Vajra Transformation’s prideful reinforced defense was cut in two before Hell Decapitation.

The black blade of light pierced through all the defenses on his arms, and a massive impact force exploded from the cut.

"Boom!"

Dai Mubai was blasted away.

His body rolled in the air two and a half times, smashing heavily onto the far end of the arena.

He lay on the ground, his vision blacking out in waves.

The black tiger stripes on his body faded rapidly; the White Tiger Vajra Transformation was forcibly dispelled by this strike.

The dissipation of the White Tiger Vajra Transformation was almost the final straw that broke the camel’s back.

Dai Mubai wanted to stand up.

But his legs were as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

"Cough, cough..."

He used all his strength, barely managing to support himself half-kneeling on the ground.

His arms hung powerlessly at his sides.

Fresh blood seeped out simultaneously from the corners of his mouth, the webs of his hands, and the wounds on his ribs, winding along the shattered arena floor.

He slowly raised his head.

Zhu Zhuqing stood in the center of the arena.

Black hair hung over her shoulders, her cat eyes were cold, and her entire appearance was not messy in the slightest.

She wasn’t even panting!

This woman hadn’t been serious from start to finish!

This realization hurt more than all his wounds combined.

The entire arena was silent.

In the Spirit Fight arena of ten thousand people, it was so quiet one could hear the wind passing through the gaps in the stands.

The Evil Eyes White Tiger, Dai Mubai, had been crushed by the Hell Civet, Zhu Zhuqing, from the first second of the Spirit Fight to the last.

It didn’t even count as an evenly matched fight.

This was a dimension-crushing blow that had no suspense from beginning to end.

Zhu Zhuqing withdrew her combat stance.

She walked slowly toward the half-kneeling Dai Mubai.

The eyes of the entire audience were gathered on these two people.

Everyone was waiting, waiting for Zhu Zhuqing to say a harsh word, a taunt to put a period on this crushing defeat.

But she said nothing.

She just watched quietly.

In those vertical pupils of the Hell Civet, there was no hatred, anger, or contempt; even the coldness had faded.

It was thorough indifference.

Like looking at a stranger or an object that had nothing to do with her.

Dai Mubai’s pupils contracted violently.

Being defeated at this moment, being crushed, losing all face in front of ten thousand people—he wasn’t afraid of that.

But this look made him feel fear in his heart.

Because he couldn’t find anything related to himself in that gaze.

Even if it were hatred, that would be fine.

That would at least mean she still had a place in her heart to hate him.

But absolute indifference meant he didn’t even qualify to be hated.

"You lost."

Zhu Zhuqing stated this fact indifferently, then turned around cleanly.

Dai Mubai watched that retreating back.

He opened his mouth, wanting to call her name.

But his throat was dry, and he couldn’t utter a single word.

"Damn it!!!"

In the end, he could only roar in impotence, slamming his fist hard into the rubble beneath his feet.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!"

One punch after another.

Until the skin on his knuckles split, and fresh blood seeped from the bone joints, staining the rubble at his feet red.

He couldn’t feel the pain.

Or rather, compared to the pain in his heart, this physical pain was not worth mentioning.

The referee shook his head and sighed, raising his hand.

"Imperial Team’s Zhu Zhuqing defeats Shrek Academy’s Dai Mubai."

"Imperial Team wins."

On the Shrek side.

Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath, pulled a small notebook from his bosom, and began recording rapidly.

He was re-evaluating the combat power ceiling of every member of the Imperial Team.

He was re-evaluating the threats they might face in the semi-finals and finals.

The pen tip scratched across the paper.

He wrote one page, then turned to another.

Flender walked over, looked down at the dense analytical text in the notebook.

"Xiaogang..."

"I know what you want to say."

Yu Xiaogang didn’t look up, his voice calm but firm.

"Mubai lost this match, but it cannot be a loss in vain."

"I will not waste a single word of the intelligence he exchanged for this crushing defeat."

Flender was silent for a moment, then patted Yu Xiaogang on the shoulder: "You’ve worked hard."

(End of Chapter)

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