: Giving it my all and then becoming the scapegoat

Chapter 91: Giving it my all and then becoming the scapegoat

Cameron never knew that when a person is so shocked that they are truly speechless.

When Yuan Zhisheng, like Chen Motong, was able to unleash the power of words while under the protection of the precepts, he was already shocked that he had misjudged him.

This arrogant Japanese guy actually has real strength; he might be a hidden S-class!

After the initial shock came realization. He realized that Chen Motong wouldn't pay attention to a piece of trash for no reason. Sure enough, the strong only pay attention to those who are their equals.

Even now, he still finds it understandable.

While monsters capable of unleashing powerful words despite the prohibitions are rare, given Chen Motong's example, the sudden appearance of another one isn't so hard to accept.

But can anyone tell him what's going on with Chen Motong?!

Didn't she already use the power of words?

The bronze throne with serial number 87, her skin is even still bluish!

So, what exactly is this entirely new field?!

Not only Cameron, but the entire college was in an uproar at this moment.

From the moment Chen Motong entered this academy, everyone knew she was very strong. After all, someone who dared to go head-to-head with a dragon at the age of fifteen was no ordinary person.

But now, everyone suddenly realizes that their understanding of her is still somewhat superficial.

Accompanied by that ancient and grand language, the domain quickly enveloped the entire square, and strong ionization and magnetization effects appeared within it.

Countless students found the metal in their hands melting, and the molten metal droplets all floated up, swirling around the red-haired girl.

The bright droplets kept colliding and burning, impurities turned to ash and fell, and the remaining droplets became brighter and brighter.

Finally, these droplets collided and condensed, transforming into a bizarrely shaped, enormous weapon in front of Chen Motong, like a death scythe that reaps lives!

The moment the scythe took shape, Genjiro's domain was forcibly compressed, and the power applied to Chen Motong instantly receded by more than half like a tide.

Not only that, the two unfortunate souls who were completely unable to move also found that the force applied to them had been significantly reduced.

They suddenly regained their strength, struggled to crawl out of Genji's territory, and then collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, showing expressions of relief.

The clash of these domains has clearly been decided, and Genjiro's domain is crumbling!

Genjiro's eyes widened in disbelief, and for the first time, he lost control of his expression.

He stared at the girl in front of him as if he had seen a ghost, his mind a complete mess.

He is an emperor whose health exceeds the critical threshold, an emperor unlike any other.

But the power this girl has shown so far even surpasses his! Although it's because of the multiple Words of Power, there's no doubt that this girl's bloodline is definitely not weaker than his!

But normally, mixed-race individuals who exceed a certain blood level will turn into a monster like Deadpool. Why does this girl seem to have not changed at all?

Chen Motong slowly raised her head. Her dark red eyes had turned a molten gold color at some point. She reached out and grabbed the scythe in front of her.

Countless red-hot iron filings floated in the air, rising and falling like millions of sprites dancing.

These were all irons electrostatically converted by the domain, and under Chen Motong's control, they were forged into thin flying blades that covered the entire domain.

With just a thought from Chen Motong, these metal-forged flying blades would reap all life within the domain.

These things are so powerful that they can even cut into marble, and their numbers are completely uncountable. They can also be recycled and are endless, making them true life harvesters.

Countless molten steel swirled around Chen Motong, like a burning windmill, while the girl's long red hair bloomed like a lily.

As Chen Motong gripped the scythe, the metal blades simultaneously hummed, as if welcoming the king's return.

Words of Power: Heaven and Earth as a Furnace.

Serial number 96, forging and shaping metal out of thin air.

Without further ado, Chen Motong brandished her scythe and slammed it down on Yuan Zhisheng like the Grim Reaper descending from the heavens. This was her first attack since they began fighting.

She had been playing defense the whole time, but now it seems she was just toying with Genjiro.

The girl's movements were not fast, but they carried an irresistible force. Yuan Zhisheng felt himself locked onto by that aura, with no way to dodge.

He instinctively raised his sword to parry, but the moment they made contact, the alchemical weapon made by the equipment department in his hand crumbled into countless pieces.

The scythe, having cleaved through his weapon with unstoppable force, stopped just before it touched his skin.

No one doubted that if that strike had landed squarely, Genji would have been cleaved in two, with absolutely no chance of survival.

But the girl casually withdrew her strength, her weapon hovering at the last second. Her nonchalant demeanor made one wonder if she hadn't used her full power.

After all, it is common knowledge that someone who has used their full strength cannot easily withdraw their power.

The domain slowly dissipated, and the scythe in his hand turned into countless metal fragments before the domain completely disappeared, falling to the ground along with the other fragments.

Chen Motong clapped his hands, and the gold in his eyes slowly disappeared, returning to that dark red.

Genjiro stared blankly at the guy in front of him, frozen in place, speechless.

Seeing his appearance, Chen Motong lowered her voice and said in a tone only the two of them could hear, "Someone like you wants to be a demon slayer?"

"Even if a ghost is right in front of you, you can't kill it."

The soft voice carried an unspeakable mockery, and Genji's mind went blank, his reason exploding with a buzz.

His eyes widened, bloodshot.

He thought of the demon that Tachibana Masamune had told him, of his duty, and of Minamoto no Chizuru, whom he had killed with his own hands.

The girl in front of me is a ghost too!

When he realized this, he almost got goosebumps all over. He couldn't even imagine how many people such a dangerous ghost would harm in Kassel College.

Seeing that the girl was about to turn and leave, he almost instinctively picked up a piece of metal lying on the ground and stabbed it heavily into the girl's back.

This was entirely his subconscious reaction, a habit he had developed under the constant admonitions of Tachibana Masamune.

If you don't subdue a vicious ghost immediately, it could easily result in injury or death.

But when his senses returned, he immediately realized that the girl's behavior didn't seem like that of a ghost, but it was too late; the metal blade had already pierced through.

However, it shouldn't be a big problem. This girl's skin is as hard as steel. His completely subconscious attack didn't use much force at all, so it should be fine—

His train of thought was interrupted by the dull sound of a sharp weapon piercing flesh.

Genji looked down in disbelief and saw his hands covered in blood; the metal blade was completely embedded in the girl's back.

As Chen Motong let out a muffled groan, she turned around and gave him an ambiguous look before slowly collapsing to the ground and closing her eyes.

Yuan Zhisheng: "?"

Genjiro was stunned again, completely unaware of what had happened, and just stared blankly at the blood in his hand.

This sudden turn of events left the entire square completely silent, as if plunged into a deathly stillness.

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