Chapter 011: Arrogance Brings Down Thunder

Hearing this, Chenchen couldn’t help but smile. She gently adjusted her hair and said in a barely audible voice, “Saint rank? I’m not at that level anymore…”
Bruce’s expression suddenly turned strange, with a hint of fear in his eyes. He blurted out, “Then… you…”
“Is it important what rank I am?” Chenchen smiled. “There’s only one thing you need to know… that is… you, Bruce, are no match for me—neither in the past, nor now, nor ever in the future. Well then, it’s my turn to ask you a question. What are you going to do? Sir Bruce… will you flee in panic, or… continue fighting me?”
“You’re not at the Saint rank anymore?” Bruce’s expression stiffened. The fear in his eyes vanished, replaced by a nearly fanatical devotion. “Great! I just wanted to see what the Saint rank really is like! Since you’re not at that level, what rank are you then? Do you think you’re a domain powerhouse?”
“Again!” Bruce suddenly roared. His combat energy surged, and he vanished into the air once more.
But as soon as his words faded, countless Bruce figures appeared around Chenchen. Each held a long sword, attacking with thrusts, slashes, and blows—an endless array of techniques all aimed at Chenchen at the same time!
Bruce had poured every ounce of his strength into this move. As a peak-level ninth-tier warrior, he could barely glimpse the threshold of the Saint rank. Though he couldn’t manipulate the laws of power, his combat energy, strength, and speed had all reached their limits. At this moment, he relied on his entire combat energy to boost his speed infinitely before charging at Chenchen…
It seemed as though countless Bruce figures were rapidly attacking Chenchen in a series of assaults. To the naked eye, it appeared as if Bruce had turned into countless clones, but these were merely afterimages created by his speed.
Although the battle between Gannon and Spalitis before the Demon God Temple also involved similar scenes, it was different from this. Back then, both angels were Saint-rank warriors, and their attacks that resembled clone techniques were true clones achieved by mastering the laws of power.
Compared to Spalitis’s technique, Bruce’s move fell far short.

Seeing this move coming, Chenchen let out an “Eh—” and said, “What kind of move is this? It’s useless though…” As she spoke, she stretched out her finger, and a flash of combat energy shot out from the tip. Without even glancing at the dense crowd around her, she gently pointed at an empty spot in mid-air. But just that single touch was like someone suddenly turning off the power in a cinema. The strange figures around her disappeared almost in the blink of an eye, while at the spot Chenchen had pointed at, a figure suddenly appeared. Blood burst from all four limbs of that figure at once, followed by a scream as Bruce crashed to the ground. Covered in blood and with a face full of anguish, it was barely a moment ago that he had knocked someone else to the ground, but now it was him instead—a truly ironic situation. Struggling in fear, he managed to grasp his bloodthirsty sword and pointed it at Chenchen from afar, saying, “Is… is this the power of a sacred rank… or a domain?” “No,” Chenchen slowly landed on the ground. “Just as you said before, this is merely control over power… I’m only using level nine power. The difference is that I concentrate my power in one point, rather than spreading it out like you did… So even though I’m only at level nine, you’re still no match for me… You know very well that control over power is the true essence of power, but you can’t do that… Can you tell me why?” Bruce gave a bitter smile and said softly, “The true essence of power? I… I think I understand now…” Chenchen shook her head. “No… you don’t understand… You’re just pretending to understand. I think what you’re doing should be called… showing off… Yes, showing off. My master has many strange ideas in his head, but there’s one idea that always seems interesting to me… That is, don’t show off, or you’ll be struck by lightning… Although I don’t quite understand the meaning of this phrase, I’ll still strike you with lightning!” With that, Chenchen looked up at the sky. The previously cloudless sky suddenly filled with dark clouds, and a massive bolt of lightning struck down from the sky, hitting Bruce right in the middle.

Bruce shuddered as black smoke billowed from his body. He gasped in pain, but managed to glance at Chenchen and said with difficulty, “Level 9 magic… instant cast… You really have already…” At that moment, Bruce’s eyes rolled back, and he lost consciousness completely. Chenchen glanced at him and said indifferently, “What a pity about such a person…” Then she looked at the others on the ground and asked softly, “How are you? Can you stand on your own?” Nicholas forced a wry smile and stood up first. Though he was covered in blood, his injuries weren’t as serious as they seemed. Chenchen glanced at him and said, “Good. I’ll leave the rest to you… As for Bruce, I’ll take him away first. Du Fan said time is critical—you all need to hurry, otherwise this game won’t be fun anymore!” With that, Chenchen walked over to Bruce, grabbed his collar, and dragged this peak Level 9 warrior outside the castle like a dead dog. It wasn’t until Chenchen’s figure disappeared that Nicholas forced another wry smile and said, “It seems I’ve barely completed my task.” He clapped his hands, and two beams of holy light shot out from his palms, landing on Tasia and Ringo. The two slowly stood up. Though their faces were still pale, at least they could move now. Ringo frowned grimly and asked, “What should we do next?” Nicholas replied, “What to do? Naturally, take them back…” After hesitating for a moment, Ringo continued, “That woman… who exactly is she…” Nicholas sighed and said, “I don’t know who she is either, but we just need to know she’s one of Du Fan’s people… Even Bruce wasn’t a match for her. That woman… is probably at least at the Holy rank? Who would have thought our young master Du Fan has a Holy-ranked warrior under him… Hahaha… How ironic!” Ringo wanted to say more, but Tasia interrupted her, “Enough nonsense… Take that woman away… If Aldas comes back now, the three of us in this state aren’t a match for him…” The three exchanged glances. Though they were all Level 8 warriors, the situation didn’t allow them to fight. Nicholas sighed and said, “Let me do it then.”

With that, he slowly walked onto the stone platform, glanced at the person in the crystal coffin, and said, “Is this Aldas’s lover, Kris? I wonder what Young Master Du Fan wants her for?”
Tasia stepped forward to take a look and said, “Whatever he wants her for, as long as I follow the plan, there can be no mistakes.”
“Follow the plan?” Nicholas shook his head slightly. “Perhaps that’s also a way.”
As he spoke, he reached out and touched the magic circle surrounding the crystal coffin for a while, then said, “This is elven magic. I might be able to break it, but… it will take some time… Fortunately, no one will disturb me!”
After saying that, Nicholas gently closed his eyes. He slowly traced gestures in the air with his fingers. As he moved, a miniature magic circle appeared in midair, filled with the purest holy energy. This holy energy continuously tore at the elven magic below, as if trying to erase it completely.
Finally, the magic circle took shape. Nicholas seemed to sigh softly. He looked at Kris, his eyes glowing with a hint of holy light: “Wake up, sleeping girl… I am calling you…”
The two magic circles disappeared almost simultaneously, and the entire stone platform became pitch black. A faint blue tint appeared on Kris’s porcelain-white face, but it was quickly covered by a rosy hue.
With the magic circles gone, the factor that kept Kris asleep was no longer present. Her body felt weak, and she wanted to fall into a deep sleep, but a strong sense of danger forced her to open her eyes again.
She slowly opened her eyes, and several unfamiliar faces appeared before her. She was shocked and tried to sit up, but a sharp pain struck her. Her vision went dark, and she nearly fainted again.