Doomsday Spiritual Artifact Master

Chapter 34.1 – Bloody Ferrara (6)
◎This sister is so fierce◎

 

Song Ke jumped from the 6th-floor platform, and almost at the same time, a black figure flew out from the opposite direction.

Both of them met unexpectedly in mid-air and were momentarily stunned when they saw each other’s faces.

Soon, they realized each other’s intentions: they were both here to snatch an A-level task!

Song Ke executed a mid-air somersault and swung her long knife down towards her opponent’s head. The fierce blade wind swirled aggressively, forcing the opponent to yield their position. Unexpectedly, this person was just as ruthless and intended to meet her head-on!

“Clang!” Her spiritual weapon’s blade struck the opponent’s arm, colliding with something similar to steel armor. The shadow absorbed the blow, inwardly rotated their forearm, and used the momentum to continue forward, maintaining their speed and even overtaking Song Ke by a step.

Song Ke wouldn’t let them have their way. She immediately followed up with her short knife in her right hand, swiftly and viciously slashing upwards.

“Clang!” The piercing sound of metal scraping against metal echoed once again as the opponent narrowly dodged by tilting their body to the side. Their movements momentarily slowed, allowing Song Ke to block their escape route.

Being repeatedly stopped, the shadow seemed to grow irritated. They grabbed Song Ke’s throat with their right hand and kicked her knee with their left leg, attempting to end her with a lethal blow!

Song Ke raised both knives to defend herself and agilely dodged.

However, her opponent was clearly skilled in close-quarters combat, with elusive and deadly strikes. They only attacked when they were certain to strike a lethal blow.

In terms of combat skills alone, this was the most formidable opponent Song Ke had encountered so far.

Unfortunately, they were still not a match for her.

Song Ke lowered her waist, performed a 360-degree backward flip, and kicked the shadow in the chest, pushing them back. Taking advantage of the recoil, she grabbed the collar of the zombie Zhang Lei before the space manipulator could teleport again.

Fighting was one thing, but she hadn’t forgotten her true objective.

Just then, a beautiful song inexplicably echoed in Song Ke’s ears.

“Let me~ accompany you to sleep~ gently withdraw my hand~”

Even more strangely, with each line of the song, her spirit grew more tired, and her desire to attack was gradually disarmed.

So tired… She wanted to rest…

Her eyelids grew heavier and her fingers loosened. In the midst of such an intense battle, she was almost falling asleep?

“Hot tears~ in my heart~ gather into a river~”

Song Ke uncontrollably shed two clear tears.

“!!!”

Why am I crying?

The black shadow who had been grappling with Song Ke suddenly flashed, and a cold light flickered at their fingertips. They wielded a gleaming dagger with a green tint, aiming for her throat. Not good! This person was just as cunning as Yang Bo; the dagger was clearly poisoned!

Song Ke raised her knife again to block, but her arm’s movement was slightly slower. She felt sluggish all over and had a strong desire to lie down and take a nap. This inexplicable thought distracted her, and she was momentarily caught off guard as the black shadow severed a few strands of her hair.

In just half a minute, they exchanged dozens of moves. Meanwhile, the awakeners on the 4th-floor platform finally realized that there were intruders causing trouble.

“Damn, there are thieves!”

“They’re so damn sneaky, they hid until now!”

“Stop! Don’t fight each other! Take them down first!”

Seeing the imminent threat of their victory being stolen, the group grew furious, launching a barrage of powerful attacks at them.

The spatial manipulator hidden in the shadows made another move, causing Zhang Lei the zombie to teleport a few times like a bouncing ball, disappearing and reappearing in different spots.

Song Ke and the black shadow were left isolated, instantly surrounded on all sides.

“Sister!” Xu Xing clung to the railing, tiptoeing to peer down, his palms sweaty with nervousness.

Across from them, deep within the empty corridor, a soft and coquettish voice suddenly sounded.

“Friends on the opposite side, how about considering cooperation?”

Zhuang Qingyan’s wheelchair slid forward, exposing half of his handsome face to the bright overhead light.

He chuckled, “How do you propose we cooperate?”

“Hehe~” the female voice giggled sweetly, “Of course… if you all stop right now, I’ll let you go.”

In the chaotic battle below, with Song Ke surrounded and experiencing the mental disturbance caused by the mysterious singing, their situation was far from favorable.

Zhuang Qingyan lightly tapped his wheelchair’s armrest, producing a rhythmic “clatter, clatter” that seemed to convey a certain special melody. He remained calm and didn’t speak for quite some time, making the waiting individuals increasingly anxious.

The woman couldn’t help but urge, “Aren’t you going to decide? Your companion doesn’t look like she’s doing well.”

Zhuang Qingyan raised an eyebrow casually and replied, “Is that so? Perhaps you should take another look.”

…

The eerie singing surrounded her from all directions, and its lingering notes, like hooks, penetrated Song Ke’s ears relentlessly. Countless supernatural ability attacks came at her, and she found herself unable to move her feet, as if she were a helpless target.

No, she couldn’t continue like this.

Song Ke closed her eyes, rapidly guiding her mental power through her body, and then…

She decisively blocked off her own sense of hearing, shutting out all external sounds.

The world fell silent.

She suddenly opened her eyes, her twin knives emitting a blue brilliance, and she released them forward. It was as if she were cutting through rows of harvested wheat stubble, ruthlessly severing the thorns that emerged from the ground. When those incredibly resilient thorns touched the azure blade wind, they instantly decayed and dissipated into fragments.

At a distant staircase, Duanmu Qi took a large step back in disbelief, covering his mouth as blood trickled from the corner.

“Aqi!” His teammates abandoned their opponents and rushed back, their faces filled with worry. “How are you?”

Duanmu Qi swallowed a mouthful of blood foam, his veins throbbing with pain, his spiritual energy running rampant, and his blood surging uncontrollably.

He looked up in astonishment. “What’s that weapon she has in her hand?!”

What in the world was that thing that could so effectively suppress his ability?!

The twin blades, after clearing the area, returned to Song Ke’s hands. She clanged the hilts together, merging them into a jagged and elegant saw. With one hand, she raised the large blade and executed a “Mowing the Grass” technique, swinging it roundly. The black shadow was forced back step by step, unable to get close at all, and their previous slight advantage was completely gone.

Instead, Song Ke pressed her advantage, and the broad attack range of the elegant saw was particularly effective. She swung the blade at her opponent’s back, and with each strike, “crack, crack,” the protective armor shattered, sending metal fragments scattering all over.

How could an ordinary “shield” withstand the power of a “blade” that could pierce through anything?

The power of metal manipulation was indeed this domineering!

…

The situation downstairs suddenly reversed, and there was a subtle shift in the negotiations on the 6th floor.

The soft female voice hadn’t spoken for a while, and her shadow companion, now without the steel armor protection, probably couldn’t withstand a single blow from Song Ke.

Zhuang Qingyan casually leaned against his wheelchair. “It seems like we need to reconsider the terms of our cooperation.”

The soft female voice, sounding somewhat resigned, asked, “What do you want?”

“Cooperation is based on mutual benefit. I just need to make sure that what we want doesn’t conflict with each other, right?”

Zhuang Qingyan remained composed and deliberate in his speech, showing no signs of urgency.

However, under Song Ke’s relentless onslaught, the black shadow sustained more and more injuries, clearly unable to hold out much longer.

The soft female voice eventually couldn’t hold on any longer and played her trump card first. “You can have the zombie… we just want the crystal.”

Zhuang Qingyan’s eyes flickered, and he smiled faintly. “Deal.”

In the silent world, Song Ke was completely focused on her opponent, and her attacks grew even more fierce.

In the midst of the heated battle, she noticed a familiar ice shard in her field of vision. It circled around her twice before hovering in front of her. Song Ke instinctively looked up toward the platform where Zhuang Qingyan was.

Perhaps knowing that she couldn’t hear at the moment, Zhuang Qingyan made two hand gestures they had previously communicated, indicating “prioritize capturing the target” and “withdraw quickly.”

Song Ke understood and ceased her attacks on the black shadow. Her gaze swept around and quickly located the position of the zombie Zhang Lei.

The black shadow also stopped moving, his ears twitching as if he had heard something. He turned the direction of his dagger and followed Song Ke as they charged toward the crowd.