A Technique of Descending Swordplay

It looked left and right, but Ning Yu had completely vanished.

Had it just grasped at nothing?

No!

Suddenly, it heard a powerful whooshing sound through the air - not from the front, not from behind.

But from above its head, from its blind spot.

Ning Yu was descending from the sky, the fierce wind violently whipping her black dress.

Her beautiful silver hair was blown upward, revealing her clean forehead now uncovered by bangs, and her delicate face.

White teeth slightly visible, red eyes bewitching.

Her face was filled with killing intent!

Have you ever seen a sword technique that strikes from the heavens?

The crimson katana gripped in both her hands slashed down furiously!

"Die!"

The blade's light traced a perfect curve along the Butcher's death line on its back.

It carved open a massive gash across its back.

The Butcher's black blood immediately gushed out like a freshly tapped mountain spring, staining the rain-soaked ground black.

"ROAR!!!"

It let out an anguished howl, clearly gravely wounded, trying to swing its giant cleaver around to counter-attack.

In Ning Yu's vision, that first strike had eliminated many death lines, leaving only one remaining.

This would be the final strike needed to completely kill the Butcher.

Without hesitation, she struck along that line again, thrusting the blade into the Butcher's body!

A righteous backstab!

The incoming cleaver suddenly froze, then lost all momentum and stopped moving.

The Butcher's bulging eyeballs also ceased their rolling.

Its legs could no longer support its massive frame. It fell to its knees, completely dead.

"BOOM!"

The enormous body collapsed onto the rooftop, its trickling black blood spreading as the rain washed it away.

Ning Yu flicked her wet silver hair, using her hand to brush aside the rain-soaked bangs blocking her vision.

Looking down at the crimson battle blade emanating an eerie red glow, it was already absorbing the Butcher's blood through Blood's Ancient Wish.

[Ding! You have killed a low-level mutant zombie Butcher, gained 500 points!]

[Crimson Battle Blade experience +100]

[Ding! Task completed: Kill Butcher 1/1]

[Rewards issued: 3000 points, 1x 50% discount chance for shop items]

A series of prompts rang in her mind - the final task at Heavenly God Elementary was now complete.

Ning Yu revealed a satisfied smile. She was almost completely soaked, with raindrops falling from the hem of her dress.

Looking at her black sleeveless dress, well, at least it was black.

She checked the Crimson Battle Blade's experience

[Experience: 160/1000]

It seemed that as weapons reached higher levels, killing normal zombies gave less and less experience. Even Fatty Zhao's corpse only gave 10 experience points.

Only mutant zombie corpses still gave steady experience.

Another glance at her points: 9810.

Finally back above 9000, plus she got a half-price purchase chance.

Ning Yu hesitated, wondering whether to buy another skill at half price, since she still had skill slots available and would still have over 7000 points left.

Or perhaps consider an RPG-7 rocket launcher - if she hit the Butcher with that, it would either die or be severely wounded.

This was truly a man's romance, even if she now had the body of a little girl.

However, this RPG-7 wouldn't come with rockets, unlike the titanium sleeve crossbow that came with 3 free bolts.

Ning Yu casually browsed through the compatible warheads in the shop:

[PG-7VR Shaped Charge Warhead x1: 2000 points]

[TBG-7V Thermobaric Warhead x1: 5000 points]

Impressive - they even had terrifying weapons like thermobaric warheads.

No matter how strong the Butcher was, it was still made of flesh and blood. Ning Yu really wanted to see what would happen if she hit it with a thermobaric warhead.

"Was it you who killed this Butcher?"

Who's there?!

A girl's voice came from behind Ning Yu.

The voice was languid yet world-weary, incredibly cold - just hearing it felt like drinking an ice-cold cocktail.

Someone had approached from behind without her noticing?

She didn't answer, quickly assembling the silver crossbow on her arm.

She spun around and fired!

"Whoosh!"

The silver light shot out through the downpour, flying toward the suddenly appearing figure in the rain.

Ning Yu squinted, making out the newcomer's features.

It was a beautiful young woman in a white combat suit, with ice-blue hair flowing almost to her waist, dancing in the fierce wind.

Most striking were the girl's equally ice-blue eyes.

Those eyes radiated a contempt for all things, as if their gaze could freeze one's very soul.

Ning Yu had never seen such exquisite eyes before - they were like the world's most perfectly crafted artwork.

The heavy rain continued, but the raindrops simply vanished when they reached above the girl's head, as if being diverted by something.

She had strange mechanical devices near her ears, with mysteriously complex tubes connecting between them, flickering with light as if performing some kind of calculation.

Facing the incoming silver bolt, she didn't even glance at it, as if it didn't exist.

What happened next made Ning Yu's heart tighten:

When the bolt reached the girl, it seemed to hit an invisible wall, creating a slight ripple in the air before immediately falling to the ground.

"Clink!"

It landed and rolled to the girl's feet.

"Who are you?"

Ning Yu stared at her as she asked.

Her blood-colored eyes met the girl's ice-blue ones through the downpour.

The Crimson Battle Blade, having finished absorbing blood, began to softly keen, trembling restlessly in Ning Yu's hand.

"Kill her! Kill her!!!"

The harsh whispers had become extremely agitated, but Ning Yu's heart sank.

This girl before her gave off an overwhelmingly dangerous aura, even stronger than when she first encountered the Glutton.

The girl showed no expression, staring coldly at Ning Yu without answering her question, mechanically mumbling:

"Are you... an Awakened One?"

Awakened One?

Ning Yu was stunned - what strange thing was this, some kind of chuunibyou?

[Ding! Emergency task triggered: Kill ???]

[Task reward: ???]

Before Ning Yu could speak, the system's prompt rang in her mind.

But this time, the prompt was far more bizarre than usual.

It didn't specify who the target was, nor what the reward would be.

But it clearly referred to the girl before her.

Even the system could only display ???, a strange situation she'd never encountered before.

Ning Yu was more on guard than ever as the girl slowly moved forward.

When she walked, there was no up and down movement at all.

Ning Yu saw that her feet weren't touching the ground - she was floating.

"You... are not yet one."

The girl didn't wait for Ning Yu's answer, instead directly stating her conclusion, her gaze fixed on her.

The silver-haired little girl fearlessly met her gaze, the killing intent in her eyes growing stronger.

"Must... eliminate..."

The girl spoke again, her voice slow, mechanical and cold.

Then, she raised her arm, as if activating something terrifying.

Ning Yu's eyes widened as she sensed extreme danger.

She waited no longer.

Raising the Crimson Blade, black dress flying, she charged at the girl with her sword.

Her speed was so great that her crimson eyes traced beautiful arcs through the air.

The torrential rain showed no signs of letting up.

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