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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: FusionX
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“You know I’m a princess of the Black Dragon Clan, right?”
“That’s why I’m asking how a mere figurehead like you can be this strong.”
Vellus, a Level 97 player with the cheat-level Unique Skill ‘Rule of Law’ and deadly combat experience, was undoubtedly powerful. Few Grand Dukes were his match.
He frowned, unable to comprehend his current predicament. Li Chingwei looked at him strangely.
“You know nothing about the Seven Dragons Association, do you?”
“What are you talking about? ‘National Health Insurance Act, enacted.’”
“Exactly.”
Vellus transferred his law book to his left hand and flipped to a page, healing his injured right arm. Li Chingwei sent another shockwave his way and asked calmly,
“Even if you’re ignorant of our clan’s affairs, you should at least know the origin of psionics.”
“Isn’t it the power derived from those primitive lizards you worship?”
“Primitive lizards… that’s an interesting way to describe our ancestors.”
“Why, are you offended?”
Bang!
Despite his injury, Vellus dodged the attack effortlessly and asked sarcastically. Insulting the dragons was blasphemy to the Seven Dragons Association, an offense punishable by the annihilation of one’s entire family.
“Not at all. While your language is crude, it’s true that our ancestors were reptiles who lived before the dawn of creation.”
But Li Chingwei wasn’t angry. She simply sent another shockwave his way, her reaction so nonchalant that even Vellus was momentarily stunned, almost getting hit.
“Anyway, as you said, psionics is the power bestowed upon humanity by our ancestors.”
“So what? ‘Human Rights Protection Act, enacted.’”
“It’s simple.”
Rumble!
Vellus blocked the attack with a barrier created from another page of his law book. Li Chingwei continued calmly,
“Even warriors of the Seven Dragons Association cannot grasp the true essence of psionics.”
Psionics was the power of dragons, not meant for humans. That was why the Seven Dragons created the Seventy-Two Martial Skills, to allow humans to cultivate psionics by modifying their bodies to be more dragon-like. But even then, they couldn’t attain the true power of dragons.
“Even the Seventy-Two Martial Skills have their limits.”
The Seventy-Two Martial Skills, which modified the body, placed a tremendous strain on the user, limiting most humans to mastering only one style. And the psionic power gained from a single style was insignificant compared to that of the Seven Dragons.
Like trying to operate a complex machine with only one of its many gears.
“The Seven Dragons Association has strived to overcome these limitations, leading to the creation of numerous prestigious clans.”
Thump, boom!
They refined the Seventy-Two Martial Skills, developed elixirs and secret techniques to reduce the strain, and strengthened their dragon bloodline through intermarriage… For centuries, they had tried to transcend human limitations.
Those who achieved some measure of success became the prestigious clans, the core of the Seven Dragons Association.
“But ultimately, our efforts yielded little result.”
Despite centuries of research and countless sacrifices, they couldn’t grasp the true essence of psionics. A beetle, no matter how hard it tried, was still a beetle.
Psionics, inherently the power of dragons, was simply too much for humans to handle.
“And yet, there have always been those within the Seven Dragons Association who could wield the true essence of psionics.”
Crack!
As Vellus’s barrier finally shattered under the relentless barrage of attacks, Li Chingwei glided across the floor on the black mist, closing the distance between them.
“Seven exceptions who inherited the blood of our great ancestors and were unbound by human limitations.”
“‘Witness Protection Act, enacted.’”
Vellus split into five identical figures and scattered. Li Chingwei didn’t bother chasing the illusions. She instantly identified the real one and struck him in the back, smiling sweetly.
“Who do you think they are?”
Vellus, blocking her attack with his law book, frowned, not because she had seen through his illusion or because the impact reverberated through his body, but because he finally understood the point of her story.
“You don’t mean…”
“Yes.”
The warriors of the Seven Dragons Association couldn’t wield the true essence of psionics because they were human. But there were exceptions.
Those born with immense psionic power, who could master all Seventy-Two Martial Skills without strain, who wielded the essence of psionics as naturally as breathing, those known as Heavenly Martial Bodies or Heavenly Dragon Bodies… The seven descendants, closer to dragons than humans, inheriting the purest dragon bloodline.
“Being a princess of the Seven Dragons Association also means being its strongest warrior.”
“……”
Vellus finally understood.
The seven princesses weren’t just figureheads. They were the reason the Seven Dragons Association, once called a demonic cult, had survived for centuries, the reason they controlled the underworld.
They were the pinnacle of the Seven Dragons Association, its ultimate weapons, wielding power and inspiring terror. And one of those seven rulers was the girl smiling playfully before him. Li Chingwei’s threat wasn’t a bluff.
“…I’m screwed.”
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Bang!
“…Old man, weren’t you going to kill me?”
“I am.”
“Then why are we playing hide-and-seek?”
Eugene complained, frustrated that her attacks were hitting statues and decorations instead of flesh and blood, thanks to the black mist surrounding Yo Ouin. But Yo Ouin, hidden within the mist along with the Silent Dragon Unit, remained unfazed.
“I haven’t found a way to kill you yet. There’s no need to waste energy.”
“No! A true Sword Master fights fair and square, even at a disadvantage! It’s the Sword Master spirit!”
“Sword Master spirit?”
Yo Ouin looked at her strangely.
It wasn’t just absurd to hear the Black Dragon Clan, a group whose specialty was schemes and treachery, being lectured about fighting fair and square. Something about her words bothered him.
“…It seems you misunderstand what a Sword Master is.”
“Misunderstand? What do you mean?”
“A Sword Master isn’t someone who fights fair and square when at a disadvantage. A Sword Master is someone who makes everyone else disadvantaged, even when fighting fair and square.”
“Is there a difference?”
“There is. A very big difference.”
Yo Ouin smiled wryly.
It wasn’t entirely Eugene’s fault. In the Heroic Age, before players existed, Sword Masters were absolute beings, and they often preferred direct confrontations, simply because they could solve most problems by overwhelming force. But Yo Ouin knew better.
“A Sword Master will also resort to assassinations, ambushes, and schemes if necessary.”
“I don’t think such a Sword Master exists.”
“Oh, but they do.”
He knew how wrong it was to assume that Sword Masters only fought head-on, how terrifying a Sword Master who didn’t play by the rules could be. He was one of the few survivors of the Seven Dragons Association’s uprising who had experienced it firsthand.
He continued quietly,
“At least one. The most cunning and devious Sword Master.”
“Really?”
Eugene looked intrigued for a moment, then raised her guitar with a cheerful shout,
“Doesn’t matter, I’ll fight head-on anyway!”
Whoosh!
Her guitar swept through the air towards where Yo Ouin’s voice had come from, its force creating a gust of wind that swept through the lobby.
“Be my guest. We’ll fight our way.”
But the guitar didn’t hit Yo Ouin or disperse the mist. Instead, daggers emerged from the mist, striking Eugene, creating openings for further attacks. Unfazed by the injuries, thanks to her near-immortality, she continued her assault, but to no avail.
She couldn’t land a hit on Yo Ouin and the Silent Dragon Unit, who were completely focused on defense.
“Old man, if this keeps up, I might just bring the whole building down.”
“Try it.”
Yo Ouin didn’t even flinch at her threat, replying calmly,
“If you can escape the Great Black Heaven Soul Formation.”
He was confident that it was impossible.
Of the seven clans of the Seven Dragons Association, each with a different psionic specialty, the Black Dragon Clan specialized in mental manipulation: soul stealing, illusions, stealth, telepathy…
They were the weakest in direct combat, but they excelled at schemes and manipulation. And they had one advantage over the other clans, formations.
Secret techniques that amplified their psionics and granted special effects, allowing them to move as one.
The Great Black Heaven Soul Formation was one such technique, a powerful illusionary formation that could trap even an army within its mist. And Yo Ouin, a master-level expert, was using it with the support of the Silent Dragon Unit, within the Leviathan.
Even a demigod would struggle to escape, let alone Eugene, even with her immortality.
‘This might actually be dangerous.’
Eugene smiled, sensing the malevolent intent emanating from the black mist, like a spider watching its prey trapped in its web.
But both Eugene, trapped in the formation, and Vellus, cornered by Li Chingwei, were unaware of one thing, someone else was in even greater danger, thanks to a certain madman.
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