204: Chapter 204 A Stormy Night on the Rooftop, You Call This a High-Powered Massage?

In Lu Xingye's imagination.

It was the pinnacle of the world amidst a raging storm.

Jiang You was draped in a black robe, his body wreathed in an evil aura that devoured all things. He stood upon the bones of countless powerful experts, his eyes cold and hollow.

And he, Lu Xingye, as the "Light of the Righteous Path", the "Guardian of Order", the "Wielder of the Blade of Dawn", the "Sole Sealer of the Black Flame Dragon"...

Was holding the Blade of Justice, standing opposite Jiang You with tear-filled eyes.

"Jiang You! Turn back!"

"Do you really want to abandon our bond just to become stronger?"

"Look at what you've become! Devouring your own kind, using any means necessary! Is this still the boy who used to fight me for braised pork?!"

"Shut up! That weak Jiang You is dead! I am now the Demon King who will rule the world!"

"If that's the case... then don't blame me for executing justice!"

"Wuwuwu... Why! Why must we face such a cruel, fated duel..."

In reality.

Lu Xingye opened his eyes abruptly. In that instant, his gaze became incredibly profound and abstract.

He reached out a hand, grasping at the air as if trying to seize the lost innocence, and muttered in a low, magnetic voice:

"Is this the price?"

"Jiang You, my best friend..."

"Did you really sacrifice your soul to the abyss just so you wouldn't be left behind by me?"

"Is it the Star-Sucking Great Art... or the Heaven-Devouring Demon Technique?"

"Although this power is strong, it will eventually consume your mind!"

The surrounding Class A contestants had been terrified by Jiang You, but upon hearing Lu Xingye's words, they were all stunned.

"Wha... What Demon Technique?"

"What soul sacrifice?"

"Probably read too many novels, ignore him..."

Lu Xingye ignored the doubts of these common mortals.

He whipped his trench coat, turned his back to the crowd, looked up at the ceiling at a 45-degree angle, and left behind a lonely and tragic silhouette:

"It seems that day is not far off."

"One day, when we stand at the pinnacle of the world..."

"I will have to draw this Black Flame Blade of justice and cut off the source of your sin with my own hands!"

"The pain of fratricide... the choice between light and dark..."

Lu Xingye took a deep breath, and a tear even squeezed from the corner of his eye:

"It hurts so much!"

"It really hurts so much!"

"Isolde... pfft! Jiang You, why did you choose this path!"

Meanwhile.

Jiang You, who was unaware that he had been forcibly assigned the "villainous Demon King" script, was standing in front of the battle pod, looking at Lu Xingye with a confused expression.

"What is Old Lu going crazy about again?"

"Clutching his chest and looking at the ceiling, did he damage his brain during the previous fight?"

Jiang You shook his head and sighed with some concern:

"Sigh, it seems for the sake of his mental health, I should let him read fewer of those messy novels in the future."

After thinking this, Jiang You withdrew his gaze.

The leaderboard on the big screen refreshed again.

Jiang You: 5 wins, 1 loss.

Two more wins to rank up!

"Two more matches to go."

Jiang You loosened his wrists.

He walked to the operation console, not stopping despite Lu Xingye's madness in the corner, and pressed the red match button directly.

As Jiang You slashed through fourth-tier experts, his hidden score was now ridiculously high.

The system was calculating frantically in the background, trying to find him an evenly matched opponent.

"Ding!"

The crisp prompt echoed throughout the lounge, and the names on the big screen finally stopped scrolling, settling on two lines of golden data.

[Match Successful!]

[Red Side: Freshman Class F, Jiang You (5 wins, 1 loss)]

[Blue Side: Senior Class F, Qiu Yunan (6 wins, 0 losses)]

Whoa!

A slight commotion erupted in the lounge.

"Another Class F civil war?"

"My god, this is Mars colliding with Earth! Senior Sister Qiu Yunan hasn't lost yet, and her lightning Supernatural Ability is extremely destructive. Can Jiang You's Star-Sucking Great Art still absorb high-voltage electricity?"

Meanwhile, in the corner, Lu Xingye, who was immersed in his "cutting off fate" delusion, was struck by lightning when he saw the list on the big screen and stood frozen on the spot.

"No... This is impossible..."

Lu Xingye widened his eyes, watching Jiang You's silhouette as he walked into the battle pod, his lips trembling violently:

"Why must the gears of fate turn so cruelly?"

"My best friend, it's one thing to fall into the demonic path, but why... why must you extend your demonic claws to my goddess!"

"Are you going to devour even the last bit of light in my heart?"

...

Inside the virtual battlefield, random map: the roof of a skyscraper on a rainy night.

Above the high-rise, the gale carried bean-sized raindrops as they smashed down. The sky was as gloomy as ink, and purple lightning wove through the clouds like swimming dragons, illuminating the entire sky with flickering light.

This was not only an excellent scene for a battle, but also more like the climax background of an urban romance drama.

Qiu Yunan wore a capable black combat suit with a white trench coat draped over it.

She stood on the edge of the rooftop, the gale blowing her chestnut-colored wavy hair into a mess.

The thunder that should have been raging violently was now like docile purple butterflies, dancing gently between her fingertips and hair tips.

With a flash of light, Jiang You appeared at the other end of the rooftop with his hands in his pockets, yawning.

Seeing Jiang You, the beautiful face of Qiu Yunan, which usually exuded an aura of "strangers keep away", actually blossomed with an extremely gentle smile, as if ice and snow were melting.

"I didn't expect to be matched with you so soon, Junior Jiang You."

Qiu Yunan's voice sounded exceptionally clear in the thunderstorm, without a trace of killing intent, but instead carrying a long-lost intimacy.

"Yeah, Senior Sister. Fate is sometimes just so unreasonable."

Jiang You scratched his head, looking at Qiu Yunan, who was covered in lightning, and instinctively felt a certain organ in his body start to ache... oh no, it was twitching with excitement.

[Skin (Pleasure)]:

"Can I experience that tingling massage again?"

"Enjoyment! It's such enjoyment!"

Qiu Yunan pushed up the insulating glasses on the bridge of her nose, her eyes shifting as if recalling something wonderful. Her tone became somewhat emotional, even carrying a touch of ambiguous tenderness:

"Do you remember when we first met?"

"That morning, under the old locust tree."

Qiu Yunan lowered her head, looking at the electric arcs dancing on her fingertips, and said softly:

"In the past, no one dared to approach me, thinking I was a leaking monster, and that they would be electrocuted if they got close."

"I thought I would have to stay in a corner by myself for the rest of my life."

"But you..."

Qiu Yunan raised her head and looked deeply at Jiang You, her eyes flashing with strange brilliance:

"You actually dragged a chair and walked into my lightning field with a swagger."

"Not only were you not afraid, but you also asked me to give you... a massage with lightning."

"You were the first and only person who didn't treat my Supernatural Ability as a disaster, but as a pleasure."

"Jiang You, I've actually always wanted to thank you in person."

These words were spoken with deep sincerity, and combined with the thunderstorm background, the atmosphere instantly became filled with pink bubbles.

In the spectator hall outside, many viewers were stunned.

"Is... Is this a ranking match, or are they recording a large-scale dating show?"

"Senior Sister Qiu Yunan would actually show this kind of expression? Heavens, where did my cold lightning goddess go?"

"What kind of magic does this Jiang You have? Not only can he fight, but he's also a master at flirting!"

However.

As the person involved, Jiang You heard these affectionate words, but his thought process remained surprisingly peculiar.

He looked at the high-voltage electricity crackling around Qiu Yunan and recalled the ultimate experience of his whole body tingling, as if he had received a deep massage, and swallowed subconsciously:

"Senior Sister, now that you mention it, my shoulder is aching again."

Jiang You pointed to his left shoulder with a sincere expression:

"Um... when we fight later, can you try to strike these acupuncture points of mine?"

"Turn the voltage up a little, my body is pretty resistant now."

Qiu Yunan: "..."