96: Chapter 96 The Right Hand, Let's End This Farce!

A terrifying shockwave exploded from the center of the two, instantly dispersing the dense fog within a hundred-meter radius!

The ground collapsed!

Teacher Shen Qing's lethal strike was actually, steadily blocked by this seemingly ordinary bamboo stick!

"What!"

Teacher Shen Qing's pupils constricted sharply.

She felt as if her strike had landed on a towering mountain; the recoil numbed her thumb-web, nearly causing her to lose her grip on the hilt.

Opposite her, the Faceless Man held the stick with one hand, his posture as upright as a pine, his black trench coat flapping violently in the air currents.

Beneath that pale mask, he exuded an air of absolute composure and arrogance.

That bearing was breathtakingly cool.

"Is that all the strength you have?"

Although Jiang You did not speak, Teacher Shen Qing clearly read this sentence from his movements.

"Arrogant!!"

Teacher Shen Qing roared in anger, forcibly twisting her body in mid-air, her long blade transforming into a sky full of blood-red shadows, pouring down upon Jiang You like a violent storm!

"Blood Rainbow Dance!"

Every strike aimed straight for a vital point! Every strike was as fast as lightning!

At this moment, framed by the blood-red light, Teacher Shen Qing was breathtakingly beautiful.

Her hair danced, her eyes were fierce, and every swing of her blade carried a sense of resolute beauty.

However.

No matter how fierce her offensive, no matter how tricky her sword technique.

The man in black standing in place only ever moved one hand.

He was like a king strolling through his courtyard, the purple bamboo in his hand waving casually, whether tapping, sweeping, or parrying.

"Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!"

The dense sound of impacts merged into one.

Jiang You's defense was airtight!

He even had the spare energy, in the gaps between parries, to use an incredibly dashing posture to jiggle the box in his arms, as if saying: This thing is a bit heavy, let me adjust my hold.

What an insult!

What a gap in strength!

[Internal Chat Group]

[Legs (Commentary)]:

"Tsk tsk tsk, this woman has good footwork, her Legs are quite long."

"Pity, her foundation is unstable, and her blade is too slow!"

[Right Hand (Laughing Madly)]:

"Awesome! So awesome!"

"This impact! This feedback!"

"Faster! Harder! I can still take it!"

"Come on! Polish this bamboo stick for me!"

In reality.

Teacher Shen Qing became more and more alarmed as the fight continued.

She had already activated the Blood Rainbow state, and both her speed and strength had been greatly enhanced.

Yet the opponent...

One hand!

Holding a broken bamboo stick!

Carrying a burden in his arms!

Yet he was fighting her with such ease? He was even suppressing her?

"Where on earth did this monster come from?"

Teacher Shen Qing was shocked, but the movements of her hands became even more ferocious.

"I refuse to believe I can't beat you!"

She suddenly retreated a step, gripped her blade with both hands, and the blood energy around her body gathered frantically onto the blade, forming a blood-red blade aura several meters long!

"Blood Rainbow, Severing Mountains and Rivers!"

With a delicate shout, Teacher Shen Qing merged with her blade, transforming into a streak of blood-red lightning, slashing down at Jiang You's head!

She had bet everything on this strike!

Facing this earth-shattering strike, the Faceless Man finally raised his head slightly.

Beneath the mask, a soft sigh seemed to drift out.

[Brain]:

"Too slow."

"Full of openings."

"Right Hand, end this farce."

"Let her see what real... power is."

The purple bamboo in Jiang You's hand suddenly stopped waving.

He stopped parrying.

Instead, he faced that terrifying blood-red blade aura, simple, direct, and brutally... thrust the stick forward!

"Break!"

No frills.

Only extreme speed and power!

The purple bamboo brought with it a purple thunderbolt, arriving after but striking first, piercing with absolute precision onto the stress point of Teacher Shen Qing's long blade!

"Crash!!!"

The blood-red blade aura shattered instantly!

Teacher Shen Qing felt an irresistible force strike her; the long blade in her hand flew out of her grasp, spinning through the air and embedding itself into the mud in the distance.

And she herself was knocked backward by this force.

She did a flip in the air, landed on one knee, clutched her chest, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

Though defeated, she was still tragically beautiful.

She raised her head, staring fixedly at the man in black who was still standing in place, not having moved his feet even an inch.

Jiang You slowly retracted the purple bamboo and shouldered it again.

He put one hand in his pocket, held the box in his arms, and his black trench coat fluttered in the wind.

He stood there quietly, like an insurmountable lone peak.

Although he didn't say a word.

But that figure, that posture, had already carved the word "Invincible" into this patch of mist.

Teacher Shen Qing knelt on the ground, clutching her chest, looking at the black-clad figure with complex eyes.

That stick just now was fast to the extreme, heavy to the extreme.

But just as it was about to shatter her ribs, that terrifying power suddenly... dissipated.

Although it had knocked her flying, it had only caused her some minor internal injuries; it felt more like... a "push" to move her aside.

[Internal Chat Group]

[Brain]:

"Stop."

"Target has lost combat capability."

"Although this woman is fierce, according to memory bank retrieval, she is our teacher!"

"If we hurt her, who will approve our leave slips in the future? Who will give us scholarships?"

"Besides, she seems quite protective of her students."

[Right Hand (Retracting Power)]:

"Tch, boring."

"Since she's one of us, let her off the hook."

"Let's go, let's go. Fighting doesn't pay, and there's no loot; it's a waste of time."

In reality.

The Faceless Man did not press the attack, nor did he spout any harsh words.

He just glanced at Teacher Shen Qing indifferently, then kicked the long blade that had been knocked away to her feet.

"Clang."

Afterward, he adjusted the position of the silver box in his arms, turned, and walked away with that arrogant, swaggering gait, disappearing into the dense fog.

Leaving Teacher Shen Qing alone, disheveled in the wind.

"He's not killing me?"

"He even... returned the blade to me?"

Teacher Shen Qing picked up the long blade, looking at the fog where his back had long since disappeared, her heart surging with turbulent waves:

"This Faceless Man... who on earth is he?"

"With my Peak Fourth-Order cultivation, I couldn't gain any advantage in front of him!"

"Could he be... a Grandmaster!"

...

The F-Class campsite was now a vast expanse of white; visibility was negative, and it was complete chaos.

But in the A-Class campsite a few hundred meters away, the vibe was completely different.

It was brightly lit here; several searchlights illuminated the camp as if it were broad daylight.

The ground had been leveled, and even moisture-proof mats had been laid down.

Students sat together in small groups, enjoying high-end self-heating hot pot and spiritual fruit platters prepared for them by their families.

"Boom—"

A muffled sound came from the direction of the F-Class camp in the distance, followed immediately by an explosion of dense fog.

Class Monitor Zhao Feilong, who was eating hot pot, looked up and scoffed, stuffing a piece of fatty beef into his mouth:

"Tsk tsk tsk, see that?"

"The F-Class side blew up again."

"Probably that little loli who plays with bombs blew up the toilet? Or it was done by those other lunatics in F-Class."

The sycophant beside him immediately chimed in:

"With that group of freaks gathered together, it's a miracle they haven't turned the camp upside down."

"It's better for us in A-Class; following Teacher Lei Bao, we have a full sense of security!"

Lin Ya, sitting in the main seat, was elegantly sipping on a bottle of expensive blueberry-flavored spiritual yogurt.

She glanced at the eerie fog in the distance; although she felt a vague sense of unease, seeing her fully armed classmates around her, she didn't pay it much mind.

Just then.

"Rustle, rustle..."

A sound of footsteps came from the edge of the fog.

A man wearing a black trench coat, a pale, blank mask on his face, and carrying a silver briefcase in his hand, walked slowly out of the darkness as if he were taking a stroll.

It was the Faceless Man, who had come out to "restock."