This Summoner Is Too Powerful

[Shhh!]

The cyborg knew that if this hit was as brutal as the last one, and landed on the exact same spot again, then its shell and even its chest would definitely get punched through.

But neither Li Pu nor Fufu had any idea it still had a little-known inherent ability.

[Vital Organ Evasion]: Temporarily and drastically adjusts the position of internal organs.

Because [Super Saiya] burns through energy like crazy, Fufu hadn’t kept [Sharp Eyes] active at this moment.

If it had turned on [Sharp Eyes] right now, it would have noticed that all those red dots on the cyborg’s body had already shifted around.

In other words, in that brief instant, the spots Fufu was locked onto weren’t actually the cyborg’s vital points at all.

That’s why Liu Jisheng was so sure they absolutely wouldn’t lose on his side.

Right now, Fufu was facing a completely unwinnable board state.

If it stopped attacking, [Super Saiya] would cut off due to energy drain.

If it kept attacking and kept hitting the same dented area, it would miss the vitals.

If it kept attacking and switched to new vital points, it’d be up against intact armor and spikes.

And clearly, Fufu hadn’t realized any of this.

Bang bang bang bang bang... Pfft!

On the tenth hit of the 15-hit combo, it completely punched through the cyborg’s chest.

And its own other hand got wrecked too.

[Pfft!]

It spat out another mouthful of blue glowing liquid, and this time it splashed onto Fufu.

[Be, be quiet!]

Fufu: Fall already! You purple freak!

Completely ignoring the pain of that blue glowing liquid slowly burning its skin, with both arms hanging limp, it could only stare at the cyborg.

On the ring it was already at the end of its rope; if the other side still didn’t fall...

Injury and exhaustion piled up, and a crushing drowsiness swept over it.

But Fufu still forced itself not to close its eyes.

Only, the cyborg was still standing there just fine.

Of course, its condition wasn’t exactly great either.

Even if the vital organs were intact, a hole through the chest was still a very real thing.

Under Fufu’s gaze, that purple half-crystallized heart inside its body was slowly shifting back to its original spot.

"What the..."

Seeing this, Li Pu was slightly stunned.

When that heart fully returned to its original position, it just so happened to plug up the chest hole from earlier.

He finally understood: Fufu hadn’t managed to pierce its heart just now—the strike had been avoided.

[NO quiet...]

Fufu, who had figured this out too, suddenly felt the drowsiness double down on it.

In the end it couldn’t control itself anymore and collapsed onto the ground.

Thud!

[This round, the Imperial Capital...]

"Wait."

But just as the referee teacher was about to announce the result, Li Pu spoke up and stopped her.

"Junior, just give up resisting. The match is already decided."

Liu Jisheng smiled.

"Senior, have you ever heard of Sleep Fist?"

Li Pu looked at him instead.

"Eh?"

Liu Jisheng was dumbfounded.

"Sleep Fist, a style even purer than Drunken Fist."

"It’s a set of techniques that can only be performed when the user enters a sleep state."

"More ethereal in awareness than Drunken Fist, and even harder for the opponent to grasp."

Li Pu directly copied what Little You had said back then.

"Drunken Fist? Sleep Fist?"

Liu Jisheng felt this was kinda far-fetched.

He’d seen Jackie Chan do Drunken Fist in movies and shows, sure, but Sleep Fist? What the hell was that, he’d really never heard of it.

The referee teacher beside them also showed a trace of doubt deep in her eyes.

Her knowledge naturally outstripped Liu Jisheng’s, but she hadn’t heard of Sleep Fist either.

It was just that she agreed with Li Pu interrupting her just now.

Because she’d thought that owl had gone down, but if she looked carefully she could sense a faint energy fluctuation.

Normal people might not notice, but as a referee from the Youyou race she definitely wouldn’t misjudge it.

The reason being, this kind of fluctuation was extremely similar to that of the Youyou race.

Sure enough, as the snoring started, a faint semi-transparent glow suddenly rose from Fufu’s body.

[So quiet~]

A ghostly Fufu was born just like that.

Its two little wing-hands were shrunk up in front of its chest, and its lower half was in ghost-form.

This change immediately sparked heated discussion among the audience.

"What’s going on now, so this match isn’t over yet?"

"This exchange student from the Imperial Capital, their summoned beasts have way too many transformation skills, right?"

"And it turned into a Youyou on top of that, I’ve never even heard of this!"

"Uh... look carefully, its body is still lying on the ground."

"So like, isn’t this just a very normal ’it died’ situation?"

For a moment, nobody really knew what the hell was going on.

"Junior, this is the Sleep Fist you’re talking about? You sure it’s not some kind of Youyou Fist?"

Liu Jisheng looked at Li Pu, slightly dumbstruck.

"Just keep watching, Senior."

Li Pu smiled.

[Shhh!]

On the field, the cyborg felt Fufu was just putting on some ghostly theatrics. Besides, it’s not like it hadn’t dealt with Youyou-type enemies before!

So it raised a hand and fired a beam straight at it.

S-rank skill [Purifying Light Spell], a balanced-type skill.

It had a lot of functions, for example: used to attack enemies, it had a light-attribute effect.

Or, under the cyborg’s control, it could be turned into a buff for allies, boosting nurturing effects and restoring Spiritual Power, among other things.

Used against Youyou-types and carrion beasts, its effect was extremely pronounced.

Every time Liu Jisheng ran into this kind of nether-type enemy, this skill was his absolute core trump card.

So facing ghostly Fufu, the cyborg wasn’t scared at all.

Whoosh!

But that ray of purified light passed straight through ghostly Fufu’s body without any obstruction... and didn’t cause any damage at all.