But just as that star was about to strike her, the figure that had been dodging passively all this time suddenly came to a halt.
She raised her head, the strands of hair over her forehead whipping in the fierce wind.
Su Yuehe gazed at the star crashing down upon her. Her vermilion lips parted, and she uttered a single word.
“Mirror.”
An invisible ripple silently spread outward from Su Yuehe. The phantom star descending with the force of ten thousand tons bizarrely froze in midair the instant it touched the ripple.
Then, under the horrified gazes of everyone present, a gigantic mirror materialized before Su Yuehe.
Within it, An Changqing’s magnificent star map—formed from countless stars—was reflected in every detail.
“This is…”
An Changqing’s pupils contracted violently.
The next moment, the mirror shattered, erupting with a radiance that soared ten thousand feet into the air.
The star map within the mirror came alive.
One false star after another tore free from the shattered mirror, carrying an aura completely identical in origin to An Changqing’s star-domain, and charged head-on into the real stars raining down from the heavens.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The entire arena instantly transformed into a battlefield resembling the birth of the universe. Real stars and mirrored reflections collided in a frenzy, erupting with blinding light so intense that tears sprang to the eyes of everyone watching.
An Changqing’s star domain trembled violently amid this incomprehensible internal conflict, showing signs of collapse.
His body swayed. The domain had been forcibly disrupted, and as the person linked to it in mind and spirit, he suffered the backlash immediately.
He stared at the slender figure below in disbelief.
How had she done it?
This was absolutely not something that could be copied with ease. The fact that she had reproduced it so completely meant that, in just a few minutes, she had seen through the foundation of his star domain—and then used his own power to fight against him.
Inside the viewing box on the presidential platform, Santai stared blankly at the miraculous scene on the screen, her jaw practically hanging loose.
“I… I’m not seeing things, am I?”
“She… she copied An Changqing’s domain?”
Southern Dipper remained as precise as ever. “It’s a reflection.”
“She created a mirror world that exists only as a concept. When An Changqing’s attack enters that concept, it generates an identical reflection—but one governed by completely opposite laws.”
“That’s not fair! Why does she get such an overpowered ability?”
Santai fumed indignantly.
She had originally thought her Myriad Images Scroll was already absurdly overpowered.
After all, it could draw the opponent’s future form, turning their future self into an enemy in the present.
But now, she felt that even her future self wasn’t all that excessive anymore.
Her ultimate technique had become someone else’s sub-ability.
On the field, the starlight receded like a tide. An Changqing’s star domain finally collapsed under the strain of this internal attrition.
The fighting spirit in An Changqing’s eyes had not been extinguished. Instead, it burned even more fiercely.
If the domain would not do, then he would use his sword.
The purest swordsmanship—and the most impossible to predict.
“Yuehe, be careful.”
He gave her a quiet warning. In the next instant, the long sword in his hand shattered inch by inch, transforming into billions of glittering fragments that gleamed with cold light.
The fragments had no fixed form. They were like a living river of stars, spiraling and dancing around An Changqing.
“Go.”
At his command, the torrent formed by billions of star fragments surged into motion. It wove together into a terrifying storm of sword qi that swept across the entire arena, rushing toward Su Yuehe at the center from every direction, leaving no blind spot.
There was no fixed trajectory and no unified technique.
Every fragment was an independent flying sword. Their paths were chaotic, their speeds constantly shifting between fast and slow. Their only common trait was the razor-sharp edge that could tear through all things.
This was no longer the dignified, magnificent swordsmanship An Changqing had displayed before. Instead, he had compressed the power of his domain to the extreme, broken it into countless fragments, and unleashed the most unreasonable kind of saturation attack.
Faced with this overwhelming assault, Su Yuehe’s expression grew solemn as well.
“Guard.”
An invisible barrier expanded around her. The dense star fragments slammed into it, bursting into clusters of tiny sparks and producing a cutting sound that made one’s scalp prickle.
Under the relentless assault, the barrier trembled violently, its light flickering between bright and dim.
“Slow.”
She spoke again, attempting to hinder the fragments’ speed.
But there were simply too many of them. Some were slowed, while even more bypassed that area and continued to fire wildly from other angles.
Su Yuehe began moving rapidly across the arena, each step landing on the most precise point possible as she narrowly avoided the densest waves of sword rain. Even so, thin tears appeared across her clothes.
For the first time, she found herself in such a battered state.
“See that, boy?” Baal’s voice echoed through Chen Guan’s mind, carrying a hint of admiration. “Now this is a real battle. That kid An Changqing is finally using his brain.”
“He’s given up on ending the fight with a single move. Instead, he’s using this sustained, high-intensity pressure to wear down that little girl’s mental strength.”
“Wordcraft may be powerful, but every activation consumes an enormous amount of mental energy. Once she can’t keep up, her defenses will collapse.”
Chen Guan said nothing. The two of them had too many tricks up their sleeves, and he truly didn’t dare make any premature judgment.
However, he could feel that Su Yuehe’s breathing had already grown labored.
On the field, An Changqing hovered in midair. His complexion was far from good, but his eyes remained locked on his opponent like those of a hawk.
He controlled every star fragment, constantly sealing off Su Yuehe’s avenues of movement and trapping her tightly within the sword net he had woven. He was simply waiting for her to reveal the first opening.
Su Yuehe understood her situation as well.
She could not continue defending passively like this.
Her mental strength was indeed approaching its limit.
She looked at the figure in the sky gazing down upon her. A trace of resolve flashed through her clear eyes.
Since she couldn’t defend, then she would… attack.
Using the method she was best at.
She stopped dodging, allowing several stray star fragments to slice across her arm and draw out a few bright beads of blood.
She raised her head and met An Changqing’s gaze. Then she slowly spread her arms, as though embracing the sword-qi storm sweeping toward her.
Her vermilion lips parted.
“Decay.”
The instant the word fell, no earth-shaking phenomenon appeared.
Yet the billions of dazzling star fragments—each one containing sword qi of the utmost sharpness—began to dim rapidly the moment they entered a three-foot radius around Su Yuehe, as though they were weathered stones that had been eroded by ten thousand years of time.
Then, silently and soundlessly, they crumbled into dust.
An Changqing’s pupils suddenly contracted.
He could feel his connection with the fragments being forcibly erased by a power he could not comprehend.
Without hesitation, An Changqing moved his thoughts. All the remaining fragments instantly returned to his side and re-formed into the silver long sword.
Light flowed across the blade, making it even more dazzling than before.
He gathered all his strength into this final sword strike.
Since scattered attacks were ineffective, he would concentrate everything to the utmost degree and use a single strike powered beyond the limits of her wordcraft to decide the winner.
“Starfall.”
An Changqing’s voice sounded like a divine proclamation descending from the highest heavens.
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