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Urban fantasy, high-level martial arts [Top post][Top post] This is really good, don't miss it! It's a story about someone who should have been an NPC but became a player.
Zhu Ming roared, and the destructive red flames surged once more. He gripped his greatsword with both hands and charged towards Eve, who (controlled by Luo Hao) pointed her spear directly at him. Time suddenly froze. The flying debris stopped in mid-air, the dust billowed like a nebula, and Zhu Ming's sword swing abruptly halted. The raging red flames seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand, frozen in place. The space around him distorted unnaturally. "Now!" Eve seized this fleeting opportunity, her figure vanishing instantly. Instead of a direct thrust, she used 'spatial teleportation,' appearing like a ghost around Zhu Ming, each afterimage simultaneously thrusting out her golden-flamed spear! Front, back, above, ribs... Countless spear shadows enveloped the time-frozen Zhu Ming, leaving him with no way to dodge! Eve's true form transformed into a golden lightning bolt, her spear aimed straight at Zhu Ming's brow. Just as the spear tip was about to touch her skin— "Clang! Clang! Clang!..." The greatsword, seemingly out of nowhere, blocked all the attacks with an unimaginable angle and movement. Zhu Ming's lips curled into an arrogant smile: "Time stopped? No wonder your body lags behind for a few seconds. Interesting." Eve quickly retreated, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes. He used spatial teleportation again, this time launching attacks from eight different angles simultaneously, each afterimage real and authentic. Seeing the impenetrable attack around him, Zhu Ming abruptly plunged the greatsword into the ground. Instantly, centered on him, the destructive energy of dark red flames erupted like a volcanic eruption, forcefully repelling the golden spear's series of thrusts. The massive shockwave blew away all the surrounding debris, clearing a huge circular battlefield. Eve's chest was also slashed open by the sword energy Zhu Ming had just unleashed, revealing a deep, bone-revealing wound. She quickly used her ultimate healing ability to instantly heal the wound. Zhu Ming's attack followed immediately. He stepped forward, his sword slashing fiercely at Eve's head. Suddenly, a beam of light shone on Eve, blocking Zhu Ming's strike. "Holy Light - Full Counter!" Zhu Ming's greatsword struck the beam, sending her flying several meters away. His hands were split open, blood flowing down the hilt of his sword, which nearly slipped from his grasp. Eve pressed her advantage, her hands forming a fist, and a rift opened in the void. Countless golden chains, like giant pythons emerging from their lair, instantly bound Zhu Ming's limbs. Zhu Ming pulled on the chains, uttering a soft cry: "Child's play!" Suddenly, a burst of fiery red flames erupted from his body, shattering the golden chains. But after the golden chains shattered, translucent chains shimmering with an eerie light were revealed. These chains moved, ignoring the crimson flames protecting Zhu Ming's body, penetrating directly into his mind and coiling around his sea of thoughts, even... Touching his soul. This power hidden beneath the golden chains was no longer merely a chain binding his body, but a chain capable of entangling and imprisoning his soul. The chains tightened, emitting a trembling hum that resonated at the soul level. Zhu Ming felt as if his source of power was being forcibly stripped and suppressed by countless cold, venomous snakes. He roared in agony, struggling, the crimson flames erupting again and again, shattering the chains, but the broken chains were immediately replenished from the void, endlessly. The other end of the chains disappeared into nothingness, dragging Zhu Ming towards an unknown dimension. "Got you, Zhu Ming! How much longer can you hold on?!" Eve gasped heavily; using so many abilities simultaneously, she too had reached her limit. Zhu Ming roared, his muscles bulging like rocks: "I'll hold on until you die!" As soon as he spoke, a chain-like force ripped at his soul, causing him excruciating pain and forcing him to his knees. The greatsword supported his body, and he was surrounded by chains of ghostly light, red flames burning on his wounds and flickering erratically on his skin. The situation between the two had now become a contest of strength, like two evenly matched individuals locked in a desperate tug-of-war. Eve's breathing grew increasingly heavy, and fine cracks began to appear beneath her fair skin, like porcelain about to shatter. The energy output maintaining the countless void chains had exceeded the limits of her artificial body. Golden holy light and ghostly green healing light flickered violently around her, like an unstable light bulb—the different consciousnesses within her desperately trying to maintain balance, yet still unable to prevent collapse. "Damn it… my body… has reached its limit!" Bai Zhenghu's voice cried out in his sea of consciousness, filled with unprecedented panic. "Hold on! Just a little bit more!" Luo Hao roared, trying to squeeze out the last bit of strength. However, the critical point was breached. "Crack—" A soft yet chilling cracking sound came from inside Eve's chest. The light flowing around her suddenly dimmed, extinguished as if a power outage had occurred. The eerie chains of light that had been continuously shooting out from the void and binding Zhu Ming's soul, as if their source had been severed, instantly became illusory, and then—snapped with a bang! Dissipating into nothingness! The terrifying pulling force exerted on Zhu Ming's soul suddenly disappeared! "Ugh…!" Eve coughed up a mouthful of blood. Her knees buckled, almost collapsing to the ground, only able to support herself with her weapon, which had reverted to its staff form. Her body swayed like a candle in the wind, and the cracks under her skin multiplied, emitting a flickering, gradually dissipating light. Zhu Ming's restraints were gone. The battlefield fell into a deathly silence. Only Zhu Ming's heavy, suppressed breathing could be heard, like the whimper of a dying beast. He remained kneeling on one knee, his greatsword planted before him, his head bowed, obscuring his expression. But the crimson flames surrounding him did not reignite with the disappearance of the chains; instead, as if alive, they contracted, condensed, and settled inward… finally transforming into a dark red halo, like congealed blood, clinging tightly to his body and flowing slowly. It was no longer a raging, outward-flowing flame, but magma compressed to its extreme, containing destructive power. Suddenly, he moved. He slowly, extremely slowly, raised his head. What kind of eyes were those? The previous savagery and madness had almost vanished, replaced by an extreme, cold, pure killing intent that froze the soul. Deep within his pupils, it seemed as if two clusters of dark red hellfire were burning silently. He did not roar, he did not howl, but simply stared, without blinking, at the swaying Eve in the distance. Then, he grasped the hilt of the greatsword stuck in the ground. "Buzz—!" The greatsword emitted a deep, resonant hum that echoed throughout the battlefield. The dark red patterns on its blade glowed like veins, mirroring the radiance of the magma on his body. He straightened up. The movement wasn't fast, but it carried a heavy, oppressive weight, like a mountain collapsing. With each inch he rose, the surrounding space solidified, an invisible pressure spreading outwards from him, making it difficult for Eve, who was barely holding on in the distance, to breathe. He dragged the greatsword and began to walk. His footsteps landed silently, but the ruins beneath his feet instantly turned to the finest dust upon contact—not shattered, but directly "erased" by the destructive force that wiped everything away. One step, two steps.
[New author writing, author welcomes advice/suggestions] Author's note: A story set against the backdrop of an extraordinary urban martial arts world with two powerful protagonists and the Fourth Natural Disaster… (Single female lead) This is a world without nuclear weapons; the only firearms are handguns… Encountering the terrifying Emperor Ruyan at the beginning, what should our male lead do? (Click to read now) [PS: Fair, / The female lead is completely worthy of the male lead; a rich girl marrying a poor boy, this romance plot is fine, the female lead is like a virtuous wife]
