Three Towers Game

But now, Wen Xishu is already capable of combating such a presence on his own. Especially—Wen Xishu’s aura is visibly stronger than his opponent’s.

"After this battle... even those climbing the Slaughter Tower will feel his terror, won’t they?"

Matthew Jones did not participate in the fight. As an elder, he certainly has the ability to end this assassination attempt on Wen Xishu.

But at the moment, he has already seen the outcome.

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"Ha!"

The immense Power of Destruction seems to have weight. Qing could feel that her Destructive Divine Power had accumulated to the limit.

Any item, any life, mission defense! After withstanding such a terrifying Destructive Divine Power, it will inevitably be destroyed!

This is a punch that even she fears.

She no longer held back and finally threw the punch.

At the same time, in the Three Towers Academy, Matthew Jones unfolded a huge Barrier, aiming to minimize the aftermath of the clash affecting the academy.

Wen Xishu was fully focused, not noticing any of this.

Because he treasured the power of this moment, he wouldn’t allow himself to be distracted.

When the fist imbued with terrifying destructive power came at him, he calmly pushed the murderous ball of energy, compressed to the point of explosion, toward Qing’s fist.

At that moment, Wen Xishu didn’t have that kind of frenzied, seemingly all-exhausting sense of shattering.

Nor did he have that feeling of exhaustion, fully drained of energy.

Although both sensations were bound to come.

But facing Qing’s strike, in the instant he unleashed his Profound Meaning, he was so calm.

He only felt that he could win, control this power, and dismantle his opponent’s attack. This was his limit, yet not his limit.

He could handle even stronger forces, and with the aid of Profound Meaning, defeat even more formidable beings.

Though Profound Meaning could not be used frequently, he would soon fall into the longest, most severe period of weakness in history...

But he knew that once he unleashed Profound Meaning, even on the Three-Tower Battlefield, he already had the power to intimidate one side.

That was enough.

This was what he had sacrificed greatly to verify—the limit of his power. With clear self-understanding, Wen Xishu believed the price paid for unleashing the Profound Meaning could be reclaimed.

Silent energy devoured everything, and Wen Xishu began to feel that everything in his sight was a vast wave of energy.

The murderous ball seemed to break free of its spherical constraints, its energy form akin to a giant beast swallowing the universe, engulfing Qing’s fist that should have destroyed everything.

Everything was so calm, and everything was so silent.

Although from the perspective of the Five Elders at the Three Towers Academy, like Matthew Jones, the power was astonishing, and the aftermath like a storm, like a disaster...

But Wen Xishu couldn’t feel it.

He only felt that fatigue and pain were beginning to breed wildly.

And that girl, the excitement in her eyes finally turned hollow, and after the smile at the corner of her mouth disappeared, that emptiness exposed the most primal, subtle emotions deep within her heart.

She lay dying on the ground.

Life Force, Life Recovery Power, defensive power, all the abilities that should have allowed her to rise again seemed to have been swallowed in one gulp by the beast that the murderous ball had become.

Above Qing’s head, bullet screens appeared.

At this moment, it was as if the two had exchanged identities.

[Why won’t you take me? I don’t want to die.]

This bullet screen began to slowly become dense, but unfortunately, she was not the owner of a sequential Spiritual Bullet Screen.

She was like a beached, dying fish, her mouth opening and closing slightly, perhaps wanting to say something, but due to organ damage and life-threatening injuries, she was on the brink of death.

Yet even to this extent, there seemed to be a faint hint of a smile visible.

Memories of the past began to surface, and the run of life signaled the approach of death.

When one of the bases of the Destruction God was overthrown by Leo, she once asked Leon:

"Why won’t you take me..."

At that time, Leo had conquered many people, and some were incorporated under Leo.

But not Qing. Clearly, she was an excellent experiment subject,

She killed many people, among them her companions and relatives. She should have been the most perfect warrior.

In an apocalypse, those cities with order, where people could survive, were always the most dangerous, as you never knew if there were cruel rules set by some Outer God.

The rules of the Destruction God were the most brutal. She lived best under these cruel rules.

She fought for the Destruction God and killed many of Leon’s subordinates but was defeated by the Guard.

She thought she would be killed, but she wasn’t. She thought she would be taken in, yet she wasn’t.

"Why won’t you take me?" She was actually afraid of death.

But she still asked, managing a smile twisted and strange due to fear.

Leon said:

"My team doesn’t need someone with emotional deficiencies. If you want to pledge allegiance to me, find your fear first. Get lost."

Those without fear have no reverence for their own or others’ lives. Leo did not need such people.

Leon let Qing go.

Afterward, Qing always longed to meet Leon again, but she never did. She occasionally heard some rumors about Leo, yet they were just rumors.

Later, Qing joined Hunter City and began to complete missions frantically, becoming the third Legendary Hunter in Hunter City.

But she never found a way to regain her fear.

Perhaps once or twice, she experienced a trace of fear between life and death due to death or the strange abilities of her opponents...

Just like not long ago facing Wen Xishu, and as she faced the imminent death now.

But she... could only feel a very slight, very faint fear.

Faced with such extremely subtle fluctuations, she seemed only able to laugh.

She grinned, welcoming her final death with her broken body and already fragmented spirit.

But at that moment, she seemed to recall something, what seemed to be the only... fear in her life.

In this instant, Qing erupted with immense Life Force, as if borrowing power from the Death God. She used her last strength to write down a few words.

Finally, her gaze began to dim, and she no longer moved.