Chapter 49: Ning Xuan’s Weakness

Zhou Xiong cursed furiously, “What are you all standing around for? Get her! All together now! I remember now, the Arrogance effect can only be used once every five minutes—she can’t use it again! Quick! Go cripple her!”

“Die, you lunatic!”

“Heh heh heh, just surrender, little brat!”

The four students from Class B switched into their characters—three warriors, one mage! All of them had purchased character packs and were incredibly strong.

Fireball!

The mage gathered flames, condensing them into a fireball the size of a basketball. As expected from an advanced mage, even a simple Fireball was this powerful!

The fireball crackled and exploded through the air, hurtling toward Ning Xuan. The three warriors, showing no mercy, raised their greatswords and unleashed their combat skills, attacking Ning Xuan from three sides!

Damn it!

These people were too bold. Though night had already fallen and the street was nearly deserted, the few passersby who witnessed this supernatural battle had long since fled in terror.

Chen Mo had already linked his consciousness to his storage space, preparing to summon his vampire set and quickly deal with these people.

A chilling laugh escaped Ning Xuan’s lips—on a thirteen-year-old girl, such a sinister expression was all the more terrifying. “You think that’s my only spell? Pathetic fools!” She pointed the Arrogance Staff at the fireball.

A beam of frost, sharp as a laser, shot forth. The basketball-sized fireball instantly froze into a ball of ice and fell from the air. The frost ray then pierced straight through the mage’s chest, instantly freezing the wound solid, leaving no chance for healing—pain so excruciating that the mage wished for death.

All this happened in a flash, less than a second.

Ning Xuan swiftly redirected the frost ray at the three charging warriors.

One after another, the frost ray pierced through their chests; the warriors were utterly defenseless.

Thud, thud, thud!

The three warriors collapsed in agony, clutching their frozen wounds. One of the weaker ones burst into desperate sobs. “I was wrong! I surrender! We’re classmates, don’t kill me—please, call an ambulance! I don’t want to die!”

This was the power of the Frost Ray—an A-grade skill. A continuous spell, meaning it had no cooldown and could be cast as long as there was mana—draining a hundred points per second until depleted.

Zhou Xiong’s legs turned to jelly at the sight of Ning Xuan’s overwhelming magic. Even as the tenth-ranked genius of Class A, possessing two powerful defensive skills—Escape, which could forcibly break control, and Resolve, which instantly reduced damage by over fifty percent for a minute—he knew neither could save him. As long as Ning Xuan had mana, she could kill him with ease.

Chen Mo, watching from the side, was deeply shaken. He hadn’t expected his little sister’s combat prowess to have grown so formidable! Especially this Frost Ray—it sent chills down even his spine. If he were to face his sister, he doubted he could win. The freezing effect could lock him down, and the Frost Ray could deal continuous damage—an invincible offense.

Yet one thing surprised him: he’d thought his sister’s beastly persona would go on a killing spree, and he’d already prepared to flee with her. But Ning Xuan had clearly avoided fatal blows, only injuring the five of them with frost—no deadly wounds, though they likely wouldn’t be getting out of bed for at least half a year.

It seemed Ning Xuan understood—if she really killed someone, neither her beastly nor her optimistic persona would have a good end, so she held back.

Zhou Xiong was filled with regret. How had he ended up provoking such a terrifying enemy for some worthless girl? Helpless, he suddenly caught sight of Chen Mo, who was standing dazed off to the side. An idea flashed in his mind; with surprising agility for a two-hundred-pound man, he leapt behind Chen Mo and pressed his greatsword to Chen Mo’s neck, screaming, “Ning Xuan! Come here! Kill me if you dare! If you so much as move, I’ll kill your brother!”

“Brother? Hah, he’s not my brother,” Ning Xuan replied coldly, making Chen Mo’s heart ache a little.

Suddenly, Ning Xuan’s body went limp, collapsing to the ground like melting ice cream.

“Xuan!” Chen Mo called out in concern.

Ning Xuan’s previously sinister expression blossomed into a smile, her voice turning soft and sweet: “Brother! Let go of my brother! Or else… or else I won’t be nice anymore!”

Perhaps out of concern for Chen Mo’s safety, Ning Xuan’s optimistic persona seized control, pleading pitifully for her brother.

Zhou Xiong, believing victory was in his grasp, burst out laughing, “Idiots! I’m the clever one here. I should’ve dealt with this useless trash from the start—he’s Ning Xuan’s greatest weakness! Now that I’ve got him, we…”

Clang—

A crisp sound rang out.

Zhou Xiong hadn’t even seen what happened. His D-grade weapon had snapped cleanly in two. The “useless trash” beside him slowly turned his head and, in a calm, unhurried voice, said, “You’ve made me very angry, but I can’t kill you. So you have two choices: lose a hand, or lose a leg.”

Zhou Xiong didn’t know how his weapon had been broken, but as the tenth-ranked genius of Class A, how could he stand being threatened by an F-class nobody?

“Looking for death! Bear Might!” Zhou Xiong’s abilities were unusual—he had no attack skills, all his skills were defensive buffs.

Bear Might activated, and Zhou Xiong’s body expanded, a blue aura shimmering around his skin.

Through-Body Fist!

Though he lacked active skills, he had studied a set of Through-Body Fist techniques at school to compensate. With Bear Might’s buff, Zhou Xiong’s fists became like twin blades, slicing through the air with explosive power. Each blow was faster and stronger than the last.

Yet Chen Mo practiced Jeet Kune Do—obtuse angles, right angles, acute angles. Like a perfectionist, he instantly calculated the trajectory of each of Zhou Xiong’s punches. A 135-degree punch was intercepted by a 45-degree counter; a 60-degree punch met with a 120-degree block.

Fists collided, blow after blow.

Even as Pingli High’s foremost tank, Zhou Xiong couldn’t withstand Chen Mo’s terrifying strength.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The sound of breaking bones echoed—Zhou Xiong’s ten fingers shattered.

“No more! Please, stop! I give up!” By the end, Zhou Xiong was sobbing.

Ning Xuan’s beastly rage had vanished; now she was all giggles and applause, squealing, “Brother, you’re amazing! So cool! I love watching you fight!”

Chen Mo looked at his sister’s delighted face and smiled with the warmth of a proud father. He turned back to Zhou Xiong, who was curled up pitifully, and, ever the gentleman, said, “Sorry, my sister says she wants to watch me box. Let’s go again.”

Bam—

Chen Mo threw a flurry of Wing Chun punches.

Zhou Xiong, in tears, begged, “Please, no more! I’ll never do it again!”