94: Chapter 94 Holy Light Resonance

On the way back from the Myriad Races Market to Guangming Village, Wang Sheng kept thinking about those two words.

"Inside man."

Who?

One hundred and eight transmigrators, all from the same university, theoretically knowing each other inside and out.

But those three words, "theoretically," were even less reliable than the Shadow Clan's poisonous fog on the Savage Continent.

Theoretically, the Myriad Races Market was safe, yet the Shadow Clan still set up a liaison point inside; theoretically, the Peace Barrier was inviolable, yet Chief Shi Ba still dared to openly humiliate him at the Ten Thousand Races Assembly.

In the Savage Continent, theory is the most worthless thing.

Shen Xun'er welcomed them at the south gate.

The Moonlight Priestess stood at the entrance of the primary defensive wall, her moist, apricot-shaped eyes filled with tenderness and a trace of imperceptible concern in the sunset's afterglow.

Her gaze first fell upon Wang Sheng, and after confirming he was unharmed, she breathed a slight sigh of relief. Then, she swept her gaze over Murong Xue.

Shen Xun'er's gaze lingered on Murong Xue for one breath longer.

Just one breath.

But in that one breath, a subtle light flashed in the Moonlight Priestess's apricot eyes.

It wasn't hostility, nor was it wariness, but a kind of woman-to-woman understanding—the kind that only appears when moonlight shines upon silver armor.

The tips of Murong Xue's ears still retained the lingering crimson of the sunset.

Shen Xun'er said nothing, just smiled and walked forward to straighten the collar of Wang Sheng's shirt, which had been ruffled by the night wind.

Her fingers were slender and fair, nimbly refastening the buttons of his Savage Beast leather armor. Her movements were like moonlight falling upon the surface of the Lingxi River—gentle, quiet, yet carrying a silent declaration.

She was the main wife.

This position did not need to be declared; a single action was enough.

Murong Xue saw this, and a complex emotion flashed in her brown eyes, but that emotion was quickly replaced by the determination characteristic of a Holy Light Knight. She strode toward the training ground, her silver armor appearing like a flowing silver mirror in the sunset.

"I'm going to train."

Her voice was as brisk as usual, and her footsteps were as agile as usual, but her back moved half a beat faster than normal, like a silver spear carrying a hint of urgency when retracting.

Guangming Village · Training Ground.

The evening sunlight slanted down from the west, coating the Savage Beast bone posts and the sandy ground of the training ground in a layer of dark golden light.

The Lingxi River flowed quietly to the north of the training ground, reflecting the evening glow in the sky like a stained copper mirror.

Wang Sheng stood at the edge of the training ground for a moment.

He watched Murong Xue.

The Holy Light Knight was wearing silver training armor. Unlike her formal full-body silver armor, the training attire only covered her shoulders and forearms, exposing her long, powerful arms and waist.

The silver shoulder pauldrons accentuated her upright shoulder lines, and the forearm guards fit snugly against her strong forearms. The muscle lines looked like steel wires wrapped in silver velvet; beneath the soft surface lay indestructible power.

Her brown ponytail was tied high, fluttering in the evening breeze like a small flag, revealing her slender neck and exquisite jawline.

Sweat trickled down her temples like fine silver threads, flowing past her earlobes—the tips of which still retained a faint redness—and dripped into the hollow of her collarbone, like dew drops falling upon silver petals.

The silver training armor was soaked with sweat, clinging to her fit and powerful body. The lines of every muscle were faintly visible through the gaps in the silver armor, and the abdominal lines at her waist looked like meticulously carved patterns, resembling silver streams between the gaps of the training attire;

Her full, upright chest rose and fell slightly with her breathing, and the curve of the silver armor precisely fit those plump contours, like silver mountains rising and falling in the sunset; her buttocks were round and firm; wrapped in the training attire, they resembled two peaches meticulously covered in silver velvet, each turning motion carrying a brisk elasticity.

She herself was like a silver spear repeatedly forged in quenching; her sweat was the quenching water, and training was the forging hammer.

Every swing of the spear, every thrust, was honing herself to be sharper.

"Again," she wiped away some sweat, her determined face full of seriousness, her brown eyes like burning amber. "The coordination just now was half a beat off."

Wang Sheng walked onto the training ground.

"Where was it off?"

Murong Xue stopped, holding her long spear horizontally in front of her, silver Holy Light flickering slightly at the spear tip.

Her breathing was slightly disordered, her chest rising and falling, and sweat dripped from her chin like fine rain.

"When I thrust my spear, your Holy Light Slash was 0.3 breaths slower than my spear tip."

Her voice was no longer its usual brisk self, but carried a near-obsessive seriousness, like a Holy Light Knight reviewing a failed battle.

"If this were real combat, those 0.3 breaths would be enough for Chief Shi Ba's fists to smash into my face twice."

"Then train until it doesn't take 0.3 breaths," Wang Sheng said.

He walked up to her, and the two stood five meters apart—this was the coordination distance for a Holy Light Warrior and a Holy Light Knight.

His golden Holy Light and her silver Holy Light surged slightly in the air, like two rivers about to converge.

"Start."

Both exerted their strength simultaneously.

Wang Sheng's Holy Light Slash, golden light like a scorching whip, swept horizontally from right to left.

Murong Xue's Holy Light Thrust, silver light like cold lightning, pierced straight from left to right.

The two Holy Lights converged in mid-air.

"Hum!"

An unprecedented phenomenon occurred.

The moment the golden and silver Holy Lights merged, it wasn't a simple superposition, but rather like two flames of different temperatures meeting, producing a violent agitation akin to a chemical reaction.

A brilliant platinum light exploded from the convergence point, as if a miniature sun had suddenly lit up above the training ground!

A platinum-colored pillar of light shot into the sky—three zhang, five zhang—disappearing into the evening clouds, appearing like the brightest lighthouse on the Savage Continent!

After the light dissipated, the two looked at each other.

The training ground was silent for three breaths.

"This is…" Murong Xue's brown eyes were full of shock. The silver Holy Light was still trembling slightly in her palm, like a silver snake that had been startled awake.

"Holy Light Resonance." Wang Sheng looked down at his hand. The golden Holy Light was mixed with silver light spots, like a silver tributary merging into a golden river. The two types of light blended and rotated in his palm, like two snakes entwining.

Golden light spots also appeared on Murong Xue's palm. Her silver Holy Light had merged with Wang Sheng's golden light, as if golden sunlight were reflected in silver moonlight.

"There is a 'Holy Light Combo' in the Holy Light Knight's skill tree," her voice was no longer its usual brisk self, but carried a hint of trembling—not a trembling of fear, but an uncontrollable excitement like discovering a new world.

"But it requires resonance with a Holy Light Warrior-level class to trigger. There has never been a second Holy Light-type class on the Savage Continent."

She looked up at Wang Sheng.

The sunset's afterglow gilded his silhouette in gold and red, just like his figure standing in the rain of rubble at the Ten Thousand Races Assembly. That golden light always surrounded him.

"Until you appeared."

These four words spoken by Murong Xue were not loud, but their weight was like a silver spear striking the ground—resolute, clear, and unquestionable.