Chapter 1915: Chapter 1915: Uncertainty
Qin Feng Yi transformed into a gigantic skeletal centaur, fierce and overwhelming.
The centaur’s form just took shape as the massive Bone Scythe in its hand began to dance wildly.
Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish…
In the blink of an eye, dozens of crisscrossing blades shrouded the President of the Temple of a Thousand Gods.
These blades were incredibly swift, each spanning several yards. Some vertical slashes left scars on the solid ground, dirt and stones flying.
The speed of these blades was exceedingly fast, slicing the President of the Temple into countless fragments. Fire elements surged and scattered.
Her life force was drained, killed.
However, neither Qin Feng Yi nor the spectators relaxed.
Nowadays, any top expert usually has a skill triggered at the brink of death, and the President of the Temple certainly wouldn’t lack one.
For example, Qin Feng Yi could transform into a skeletal centaur, possibly a transformation skill, but many believe it could be a post-death transformation.
Many Necromancers, after being killed, can transform into liches, spirits, or even skeleton warriors, continuing to fight.
Although the skeletal centaur was gigantic, the explanation made sense. The battlefield had sufficient resources; if the fight weren’t so intense and there weren’t so many corpses on the ground, the transformation might not be as massive and awe-inspiring.
Though the President of the Temple used a transformation skill, it didn’t hinder the triggering of instinctual skills upon dying.
Thus, everyone paid extra attention to the battlefield, eagerly anticipating the President to reveal a new tactic.
Indeed, a flame gathered in the sky, followed by a meteor falling swiftly.
The centaur was about to run away, but a glowing Array beneath its feet seemed to bind its speed.
Those with specialized sight could see strands of runes flickering around the centaur’s hooves, resembling chains binding the centaur.
Roar!
The centaur roared again, swinging its sickle towards the sky.
A dazzling series of slashes hacked at the meteor, creating numerous cracks, but the meteor still descended.
The centaur raised its sickle to defend against the meteor, colliding fiercely.
Everyone was astounded, this scene was so reminiscent of the President’s transformation.
“How could this be? After activating the brink-of-death skill, it can still maintain its transformation state, this is too defiant! What level is this dying instinct skill?”
Everyone was shocked; aside from special careers, most professions lose their transformation state after activating skills, even if they become immune to death and regain full health.
Yet, not only did the President’s health return to peak condition, but she also retained her transformed state, truly having two lives. This skill alone made her incredibly formidable.
Of course, if struck at a critical point and instantly killed, the skill wouldn’t activate.
The blue meteor collided with the pale white centaur; even in near-perfect defense, a fifth of the meteor’s health was shaved off by the slashes, showcasing the centaur’s fierce power.
But the meteor was equally terrifying; as they collided, countless bones surrounding the centaur exploded under immense pressure.
Then, the bones forming its hooves burst apart, starting from the hooves, the centaur’s skeletal structure ruptured continuously.
They stalemated for a few seconds before the blue meteor fell.
As the shockwave scattered countless bones, it also left another crater.
“Using congregated bones for transformation is indeed powerful, but the structure is too fragile; as I suspected, it crumbles under heavy pressure.”
The President’s health also dwindled in the collision, now only at sixty percent, with her mana full.
Is it over? Everyone was shaken; the two meteor appearances changed the battle’s tide, with this one forcefully dismantling a vast figure, proving spectacular and overwhelming.
Everyone was still unsated; confronting top experts allows learning many things, not merely a technical struggle, but a clash of foundation and mid-combat wit, which are the true keys.
Take Mafei for example; his strength and foundation might not be lesser than Edward’s Brilliance of Ephemeral, and his profession is quite mysterious and formidable, with few rivals. Yet, due to lesser wit and tactics compared to the opponent, he was outplayed.
This battle was different; the conflict fully engaged both parties, with minds strategizing back and forth, even as commentary analyzed the moves.
Not only the combatants but the spectators felt exhilarated. Despite lasting half an hour, there was no fatigue or boredom, a rare battle that captivated all.
However, just as they thought it ended, a twist came—a frenzy gathered the scattered bones.
“So you guessed the instability, but did you foresee this form can reassemble?”
Rumble…
A whirling cyclone of bones emerged again, reshaping the centaur even faster than before, with only a fifth of the health reduced.
Finally, the President’s expression changed, but she was prepared for this, her amassed spell fiercely unleashed.
Furious fire spells bombarded the bone cyclone, yet the cyclone shielded all, merely causing a few bones to shatter once again.
“The outcome is decided!”
The centaur’s four hooves wrapped in a whirlwind, thunderous and spectral in speed, giving an eerie sensation despite its massive size.
Floating in the sky, the President relied on Blink and displacement to dodge initially, but soon was relentlessly pursued.
Especially, each attack from the centaur accompanied by blazing slashes; finally, half a minute later, the President was enveloped by several slashes, her body collapsing into elements once more.
This time, revealing her critically wounded true form, the enormous sickle descended swiftly upon her from the centaur.
This time, none of the spectators panicked, nor did the centaur, all awaited another reversal, but none came.
A healer among them cast a resurrection spell, finally reviving the President, declaring the battle’s result.
“Starfire, such a Starfire, indeed, none of the core members can be underestimated. It wasn’t unjust for me to lose this match.” The President’s expression remained composed: “It seems I’ve been too arrogant before, but it’s good for helping me recognize my path.”
Edward’s face shifted; she sensed the opponent’s change, knowing the future challenges this opponent would bring. If as the head of an assembly one were devastated over a duel’s loss, it would be laughable, as victory and defeat are routine matters.
“A pleasure, you are strong as well.”
Rumble…
The centaur disassembled into a heap of bones, while Qin Feng Yi’s silhouette emerged from the void, then returned to her original formation…