Published: February 10, 2025
“Colorful Buddha!”
Qinghua lightly uttered these two words, as if showing off. The halo behind her flashed, and Little Tiger felt a wave of white before his eyes, temporarily losing his vision.
He wasn’t flustered, swiftly retreating while simultaneously swinging his Horse-Slaying Blade three times at equal intervals in front of him.
More than a year after the apocalypse, evolvers had gained rich combat experience, and they no longer experienced the mismatch between their bodies and minds that Ye Zhongming had when he first revived. Little Tiger’s response was a testament to this experience.
However, before his vision had fully returned, Little Tiger sensed a searing heat appear behind him.
Startled, his body instinctively reacted. He exerted force with his legs, turning to the side, while the Horse-Slaying Blade spun with the momentum, not only protecting himself but also acting as a deterrent, attacking instead of defending.
Qinghua chuckled, likely because her spear clashed against Little Tiger’s weapon with a clear “ding.” But the next second, just as he thought the enemy's attack had ended, Little Tiger felt a sharp pain at his neck. In a moment of crisis, he turned his head and jumped back twice.
By this time, his vision had returned, and Little Tiger saw Qinghua smiling at him in front, feeling the warmth of blood flowing down his neck.
He had been injured in one strike!
“Not bad, you managed to dodge my attack,” Qinghua said, her beauty undeniable and her smile radiant, yet she exuded a chilling aura. “People often say that without Ye Zhongming, Cloud Summit will collapse in three days. Perhaps that was true before, but now, you all possess impressive strength…”
“So, die early.”
After finishing her words, the pair of steel forks in her hands slowly ascended into the air. Her fingers elongated and hardened, forming sharp “claws” as the halo behind her cast shadows on the ground beneath her feet.
“After my mask was taken away, everyone thought I was done for, including those in the zero commerce association. I felt like I was an abandoned child, left unseen.”
A vengeful expression appeared on Qinghua's face, as if seeing Little Tiger, her opponent, allowed her to vent her pent-up resentment.
“But the world is unpredictable; who could have imagined I would gain the Colorful Buddha profession?” Qinghua continued to smile. “First Buddha—Buddha Buta!”
With her words, Qinghua’s body suddenly charged toward Little Tiger at an incredible speed, making it impossible to gauge her movements. Meanwhile, the two floating steel forks began to spin violently, and there was no doubt that they would swiftly descend to pierce Little Tiger when the moment was right.
“Trash talk!”
Little Tiger cursed, not knowing where he had pulled a black spherical object from, and threw it in front of him. With a bang, a cloud of white erupted.
In an instant, Qinghua, who had suddenly accelerated, dashed into the white cloud.
“White Mist Cloak!”
What Little Tiger had thrown was a treasure he had obtained that specifically countered fast opponents. Activating this item would cause countless white willow catkins to explode around the user, with the covered area depending on the user’s mental energy expenditure.
Any life form entering the range of the mist would be restricted in speed, including the user.
Although this item seemed to have the same effect on everyone, it depended on when it was used. Clearly, using it now was the right choice for Little Tiger, as he only needed one glance to realize his speed could not keep up with Qinghua's sacred seat, and the difference was significant.
Bringing Qinghua's speed down to his level was undoubtedly the best option.
To his surprise, Little Tiger did not evade or counterattack but chose this somewhat cowardly method. Qinghua, caught off guard, entered the range of the White Mist Cloak.
It was easy to enter, but difficult to exit, as Little Tiger not only expanded the area of the mist but also took the initiative to attack and ensnare Qinghua.