Four Split Personalities

Ya Ya rolled her eyes and snapped her "Ateer Split Blade • Giant Smasher" in half, weighing the transformed "Ateer Split Blade • Violent One" and "Ateer Split Blade • Flesh Cleaver" — a one-handed hammer and a one-handed drill in her hands. She smirked and said, "I was just joking, but of course, if you really want something to happen between us, I won’t mind..."

"Save the jokes for later."

Motan flashed in front of Ya Ya, smacking his dragon wings and landing a punch on Sergei, who had just dispersed a Dragon Breath. Suddenly, he felt a surge of energy within him, his mouth tasted sweet, and he nearly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

He wasn’t being reckless or showing off. He had roughly gauged that Ya Ya was in a relatively good condition at the moment. However, whether she could withstand Sergei’s fierce assault was another matter. Having fought side by side with Ya Ya on Sky Pillar Mountain when she had Frenzy and Dog Claw all activated, Motan was well aware of her physical fitness. Though she was stronger now than when she had fought those hens, from a constitution perspective, she was still somewhat inferior to him in his "Scale Against" state. Facing Sergei’s relentless attacks without holding back, she could be easily heavily injured if she got hit even once.

"I’m not here to slow you down. Duck down first!"

Ya Ya bared her small sharp teeth and, stepping forcefully on Motan’s broad back, leaped into the air, smashing both the Violent One and the Flesh Cleaver down at Sergei’s head.

Boom! Boom!!

Two visible shockwaves spread out. Sergei, who tried to use a soft force to deflect the blow, ended up at a slight disadvantage. Although he managed to shake off the heavy hammer with his rapid hand movements three times, Ya Ya’s hand that swung down the ’Flesh Cleaver’ drill was half a beat too slow, causing it to smash hard onto the hammer after Sergei blocked the first strike. This instantly dissipated the protective Qi Force around his body and pushed him back several steps.

"I’ll try my best to hold him off. Ya Ya, you focus on moving around and striking."

Motan hit Sergei with another Dragon Breath and then surged forward, following the lingering heat in midair.

He wasn’t afraid of Sergei hearing him; such a shallow tactic was something Sergei could guess even without being told. With himself facing the enemy directly, bolstered by his physically strong constitution and the burst of speed from his dragon wings, and the powerhouse Ya Ya wielding heavy weapons and focusing on strength, waiting for the opportunity to deliver heavy strikes, this was the most effective battle strategy at the moment. Even if Sergei knew what was coming, he couldn’t break this simple tactic immediately. Both Motan and Ya Ya had now initially acquired the ability to injure him. Unless Sergei was willing to risk being hurt or even severely injured to force a battle against one of them, he simply couldn’t break their strategy — and evidently, he wasn’t the type to put himself in jeopardy.

Compared to the utterly unscrupulous "schemes" of his ’Tan Mo’ persona, the current Motan’s personality was more adept at using straightforward "stratagems" to deal with various situations.

As for him under Absolute Neutrality, it was neither cunning nor noble. Most of the time, he just went with the flow, using whatever came to mind without violating his principles, and didn’t really have any distinctive traits.

Ya Ya quickly caught on and started to continuously move around to exploit dead angles in Sergei’s vision and attacks.

Meanwhile, Motan confronted Sergei head-on as before, completely fearless of death. Under the "Scale Against" state, his Health Points wouldn’t drop below 1%, a trait that indeed emboldened him greatly.

In conclusion, after Ya Ya joined the battle, the situation did see a slight change. Simply put, it went from Sergei overwhelming Motan alone to Sergei overwhelming both Motan and Ya Ya.

"It makes sense, if Ya Ya in a frenzy state could change the situation, then Motan wouldn’t have struggled so much before.

Strength is strength, Sergei’s supreme power hasn’t changed.

But at least it wasn’t as one-sided as before...

Ji Xiaoge heaved a long sigh of relief and shifted her attention away from the talent "Charming Kingdom" for the fourth time. Although she hadn’t thought much at the beginning, as the situation eased a bit, this girl was actually quite nervous. After all, the system of The Realm of Innocence is famously intelligent and humane, not endlessly repeating the same reminders. Even when Motan had repetitively covered her mouth to stop her laughing (actually preventing her from bursting out laughing), the system thoughtfully asked whether to add him to the whitelist, instead of constantly asking whether to report this shameless scoundrel.

From this it can be seen, the talent "Charming Kingdom" is indeed a bit weird...

"And those eyes he gave me just now...um...though not lecherous, they still made my face heat up. Could Mor really be thinking about starting some online romance or something with me? No way, no way, that definitely can’t be. He should be as purely romantic as I am, never mind whether I could accept it; my dad and Xiao Island would probably ride the WIFI and kill him?!"

Selectively forgetting the several moderate jokes she had previously made with him, Ji Xiaoge was lost in thought, irresponsibly equating her own dear father and sister with Sadako, who invades otaku screens through various electronic devices. After letting her mind run wild for a good few seconds, she re-tied her simple and plain headband, then gently patted her cheeks to forcefully stop her spiraling thoughts.

Just then, a dry hand quietly appeared behind Ji Xiaoge and gently patted her slender shoulder.

"Ah!"

The girl exclaimed in surprise, instinctively pulling a tea egg from her bag, poised to throw.

"Don’t panic, it’s me."

Jadka, who had somehow managed to get up from the ground, coughed twice with his pale face and leaned on his smoking magic wand, smiling wryly, "I didn’t expect that scumbag to strike so hard. The hit just now knocked me out, and now there’s no place in my body that doesn’t hurt. At least twenty bones are dislocated."

Ji Xiaoge’s eyes widened, and she asked with concern, "Ah, that sounds serious. Are you okay now...?"

"It’s fine, just needed to catch my breath."

Jadka gently pushed away Ji Xiaoge, who tried to support him with one hand, and shook his head: "I’ve already fixed the dislocated parts. Luckily it was me who got hit. If it had been you or Ya Ya, probably even two lives wouldn’t have been enough."

Ji Xiaoge swallowed hard, unable to figure out how to respond."

However, Jadka didn’t seem to intend to let her continue, instead casting his gaze toward the nearby brawl involving Motan, Ya Ya, and Sergei. In a grave voice, he said, "We need to help them, otherwise if that Martial Monk even thinks of harming them when they’re injured, Mor and Ya Ya will be in trouble."

"Uh..."

Ji Xiaoge subconsciously recalled her talent, which she had failed to activate numerous times, and asked somewhat awkwardly, "How can I help? Someone at my level can’t make any difference, I’d be lucky not to mess things up."

Jadka was taken aback for a moment, then rolled his eyes with unexpected vigor, "Well, not to critique you, Night Song, but you’re kinda selling yourself short. From a certain perspective, you’ve got the highest lethality among us."

Seeing Ji Xiaoge’s face turn red, he quickly added, "I’m not mocking your cooking. I’m serious. So hurry up and pick something from your food that could poison or blow that guy up."

Then the old man began chanting spells.

"You’re kidding me!"

Although she knew Jadka didn’t mean it that way, Ji Xiaoge still glared at the old man fiercely, then sighed resignedly and started rummaging through her bag.

"Tea eggs, buns, fried dough sticks, pies, noodles, sesame paste, bean buns... useless."

Pfft...

Ji Xiaoge muttered, Jadka’s spellcasting failed.

"Broth, tenderloin, ribs, sauced meat, meatballs, fried french fries, flour... useless."

Pfft...

Ji Xiaoge’s expression was dark, Jadka’s spellcasting failed.

"Biscuits, gluten, MSG, cake, cutting board, chili powder, kitchen knife... useless."

Pffft... pfft...

Ji Xiaoge was disheartened, Jadka’s spellcasting failed.

"Frying spoon, pickles..."

"Wait a minute!"

"Eh?"

"What did you just pull out?"

"Pickles?"

"No, not that!"

"This frying spoon?"

"No, no, before that."

"You want to lend me your knife?"

"Is this one of your cold jokes from before?"

"It can’t be this bottle of chili..."

"Yes, that’s it!!!"

"Ah?"

Chapter 496: The End