"This is my fight, Zhao Yingkong. No matter the attack, the best method is simply to kill the enemy... My method of attack is the power of nimble evasion. Although I haven't overcome the inner demon state of the fourth stage of the gene lock yet, it is precisely because of this that I have pushed the strongest power I can currently achieve, 'Microscopic Precision,' to its absolute limit. Every minute degree of force, every direction of force, every change in force—this is the totality of the fighting style I can unleash. Unless the enemy I face is vastly, vastly superior to me, I have a chance of winning... For instance, Zheng Zha, your Primordial Chaos, splitting the heavens and the earth—I admit, under that power, I couldn't last a second. But against other powers, I believe I certainly wouldn't lose to you."

Zhao Yingkong spoke with a charming, ethereal smile.

Zhao Yingkong had fully reverted to her true personality, her strength transforming from that of an elite assassin to a rare prodigy nurtured over centuries in an assassin lineage. Her words revealed that beyond seeking a battle with Zheng Zha, she held other intentions, likely intending to instruct her negative personality in more combat techniques to lay the groundwork for their final confrontation.

Zheng Zha's wrist was neutralized, and he was thrown back more than ten meters, even dropping the Hu Po blade. Yet, his expression barely shifted; he didn't even shake his wrist, merely letting his hand hang loosely as he said, "Since you’ve come out to fight, then I should use my true combat strength too... Shall we start with 'Explosion'? What do you think?" Zhao Yingkong still held that charming, demure smile, but in the next second, she suddenly stamped hard on the ground. Using this force to retreat backward, she simultaneously hooked the Hu Po blade lying on the ground and swept it up into her hand. What an exquisite beauty; 'Beauty like jade, sword like rainbow' would describe her perfectly now, if only the 'sword' were replaced with a 'blade.'

Where she had just stood, Zheng Zha had stomped down, the force so immense that he cracked the ground beneath him. Although it was just an 'Explosion,' with his current physical conditioning and strength, the power of this move was many times greater than when he used 'Explosion' before. Every punch, every move carried the intent of wind and thunder, and with his comprehension of the fourth-stage inner demon state, his fighting style had developed its own signature: overcoming skill with brute force. Could any technique withstand a blow of crushing weight? It was precisely because Zhao Yingkong sensed his momentum that she managed to evade at the last possible moment; otherwise, that stomp would have landed on her instead.

"Good! Feel my momentum and move! Again!" After unleashing 'Destruction,' Zheng Zha's speed was nearly impossible to follow with the naked eye. Against enemies a tier below him, it was almost always an instant kill. Only individuals on the level of Zhao Zhuikong or the true Zhao Yingkong could cope, and there were barely a handful of people of that caliber in the entire Reincarnation World. Thus, Zheng Zha genuinely possessed the qualifications to shatter skill with sheer power.

Zheng Zha stomped the ground again, causing another large section of it to shatter. Using this leverage, he charged toward Zhao Yingkong once more. Despite having only one functional hand, his aura remained thunderous. His entire body transformed into a black blur, rushing straight at her, leading with a punch aimed directly at Zhao Yingkong.

The young girl, Zhao Yingkong, maintained her radiant smile, showing no panic. She brought the Hu Po blade in her hand down toward Zheng Zha’s attack. It was a seemingly weak slash, yet the angle was incredibly devious. If Zheng Zha insisted on delivering his punch, he would inevitably meet the edge of the Hu Po blade. While Zheng Zha’s physique was formidable, it was far inferior to the sharpness of the Hu Po blade.

Unexpectedly, Zheng Zha made no attempt to dodge. A faint white glow suddenly appeared around his hand—the result of compressing his internal energy onto his palm. At the initial stage of the fourth level's Microscopic Precision, such energy control was already second nature. Just as the blade's edge was about to slice into his palm, he grasped the glow surrounding the blade and dragged it toward him.

"Hee hee, take it!" Zhao Yingkong giggled, easily letting go of the Hu Po blade. Zheng Zha, indeed, had overcommitted his force and staggered back half a step. In that split second of retreat, Zhao Yingkong spun back and pressed forward, squeezing right into Zheng Zha's embrace. Then, her small hands reached toward his neck. There was no apparent force in the movement; it looked purely like the playfulness of lovers. But Zheng Zha broke out in a cold sweat. He had seen this move in Zhao Yingkong’s memories: one light move to overturn a thousand pounds of force, a mere jump to snap a person's neck bone. This wasn't a sparring move; it was a lethal assassination technique! Without thinking, Zheng Zha immediately retreated backward.

Zhao Yingkong was waiting precisely for this moment. Her action was a feint. While she was capable of ruthlessness, in a sparring match, she couldn't use an assassin’s killing move. She didn't fear a close-quarters fight with Zheng Zha; what she feared was his rhinoceros-like headlong charge. Therefore, when Zheng Zha retreated, that was her cue to attack.

Zheng Zha only managed to step back a few paces before Zhao Yingkong, moving even faster than him, effortlessly slipped to his flank. One palm lunged for the wrist he had just neutralized, while the other hand hovered near his chest, seemingly waiting for something. As his wrist was seized, a sharp pain shot up his arm. His other hand still held the energy emanating from the Hu Po blade. Without considering alternatives, he immediately dropped the blade and unleashed a punch at Zhao Yingkong.

The hand Zhao Yingkong had held near his chest finally extended, blocking Zheng Zha's strike. The blow, which seemed as heavy as thunder, landed on her palm like a feather. All the force was evenly distributed across her entire body, guided by Zhao Yingkong. The little girl was sent flying backward, but her other hand still clutched Zheng Zha's immobilized wrist joint. Under such tension, she spun in mid-air like a pendulum, then, with a sharp snap, she yanked Zheng Zha’s arm back over his shoulder and pressed it against his back. The power of 'Explosion' combined with her rotational force effectively snapped the arm completely.

Zheng Zha managed only a pained cry, but before he could react, Zhao Yingkong stomped hard beneath her feet and leaped up again, still gripping his arm, moving from behind him to land in front of him. The arm was already broken, and with the added strain of this movement, the limb was violently ripped away the moment Zhao Yingkong landed. With a sound like tearing cloth, Zhao Yingkong leaped nearly ten meters away, clutching the severed arm. Blood spurted relentlessly from Zheng Zha’s stump until, several seconds later, it suddenly ceased.

"Hee hee... A power level like this doesn't challenge me, Zheng Zha. I only have a few minutes, do you intend to stall until I fall asleep? Or shall we start the real fight? This pace is truly making me sleepy."

Zhao Yingkong chirped, though in truth, she was quite wary of Zheng Zha, which was why she had disabled one of his hands immediately. Only now did she feel confident enough to face Zheng Zha’s 'Destruction.'

Zheng Zha sealed the blood vessels in his severed arm and suppressed the pain. Only then did he finally look at the little girl standing ten meters away—still possessing that cute, smiling demeanor. Though her face and body were lightly smeared with blood, it only rendered her even more mesmerizingly captivating.

"Then... this is 'Destruction'!" Zheng Zha suddenly laughed. It wasn't because he had lost an arm, but because Zhao Yingkong’s strength exceeded his expectations. This development meant another advantage for the Central Team in the final battle, a thought that made him grin. As for how the ensuing fight would go, that depended on how long Zhao Yingkong could last.

Zhao Yingkong had been standing there smiling, but the next second, she threw up an arm to block in front of her. With a dull thud, she was sent flying backward. However, the girl was truly agile; as she fell, she stomped hard and rolled sharply to the side, narrowly avoiding a massive strike aimed at where she landed.

Zhao Yingkong inwardly groaned. Just blocking that single blow had nearly shattered her bones. This was the result even after she had employed the Microscopic state. Although she had dispersed most of the force into the ground, the remaining energy was still more than she could handle. And that wasn't all... As an assassin, Zhao Yingkong wouldn't have so many scruples when killing someone. To put it bluntly, the move that broke Zheng Zha's arm earlier had already presented a clear opportunity to end him, but she let it go because it was a spar. Now that Zheng Zha had unleashed 'Destruction,' she frankly admitted that without a weapon in hand, she could no longer kill him—unless... "Alright, stop. We agreed this was a contest. If you had activated the intermediate level of the fourth stage gene lock, you could indeed use that physique capable of absorbing all energy. But you haven't overcome your inner demon. Aren't you afraid of harming us?" Zheng Zha utilized the 'Shave' technique from his 'Destruction' state, appearing before Zhao Yingkong the instant she landed. He lightly tapped her forehead with a single finger, then said with a faint smile.

"...Yes, our Central Team is strong. Not just me, all of us are strong!" Jumping to...

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