Chương 12: Chapter 12 Encountering a Powerful Opponent

Biên tập viên: EndlessFantasy Translation

On the platform, Guding's opponent appeared once again, this time it was a woman.

The woman wore a golden metal mask that covered the upper half of her face, leaving only her mouth visible. Her outfit was extremely revealing, with just a black leather bustier on the upper body and nothing else covering the rest. Below, she wore a black leather miniskirt and a pair of nearly twenty-centimeter high heels embedded with dozens of colored gems that sparkled under the lights. "Little brother, your match, I just watched it, it was brilliant."

"Thanks for the compliment." Guding looked at the information displayed by the opponent with curiosity, only to find it all showed as question marks. ID name, number of battles, number of victories, battle ranking... everything displayed as question marks. "Why does all your information show as question marks?"

"That's because I deliberately hid it." The masked woman slightly curled her lips, seemingly not intending to start a fight with Guding right away. "What, are you interested in your sister's identity?"

"No, it's just the first time I've seen this happen, I casually asked." Guding shook his head; this woman looked like someone he knew not to provoke easily.

The masked woman smiled leisurely, "That body technique, I've seen someone use something similar before. Seeing you use it this time seems a bit different, I couldn't help but feel a little itchy. How about we spar a bit and stop at a point?"

During the talk, Guding observed his opponent closely and drew a conclusion: this woman was extremely dangerous. Although she seemed to stand there casually, there wasn't a single flaw to be found, and Guding couldn't even discern the strength or weakness of her aura. This could only mean one thing: the opponent's strength was not on the same level as his. Even in this virtual arena, where both of their Cell Comprehensive Indexes were the same, it was easy to see the other was a true Martial Arts Expert.

"Alright." After silently assessing his opponent's strength, Guding decisively agreed to her request to stop at a point.

The masked woman casually took the black long whip hanging from her belt, gave Guding a slight smile, and then flicked her wrist, swinging the whip out. A black shadow flashed through the air, as quick as lightning. Guding stepped out with a Dark Step, dodged it, and was about to counterattack when he found that the black shadow, as if alive, chased after him once more with the speed of lightning. Guding was slightly surprised; the opponent clearly only made one strike, yet achieved such an effect. He stepped out with a Dark Step once more, but this time the dodge seemed to have no effect, as if the whip ignored his changes in footwork, breaking through the constraints of space to chase after him.

"Huh?" Guding realized the power of this move now, and after dodging six times and pushing the six Dark Steps to the extreme, that whip shadow was still relentlessly chasing him like a shadow. At this moment, he had an epiphany, "Take this opportunity to practice footwork. With this virtual body, the Cell Comprehensive Index is as much as 100 points, which should be enough for me to use some subsequent moves without letting the body collapse."

With that thought, he stepped out with the Seventh Dark Step according to the subsequent descriptions of the Extreme Body Technique in his memory. However, since it was the first time using it, the movement was slightly awkward. That momentary flaw was seized by the whip shadow, which struck Guding's back with a "snap." Almost simultaneously, the Vigorous Body defense activated, but the whip shadow directly tore through the Vigorous Body's defense, sending Guding flying.

With a "boom," Guding's body slammed hard into the Protective Shield, leaving a long crack on his back. This attack nearly knocked Guding out of the match, startling him into a cold sweat.

"It seems I was a bit too heavy-handed..." The masked woman seemed not to have done it on purpose and muttered to herself in a low voice.

Guding slowly got up from the ground, realizing from that last strike that the opponent could easily one-shot him. The back was one of the tougher parts defensively, and if that strike had hit a vital point, he might have been knocked out on the spot. Even so, a few more attacks of this magnitude, even if they weren't on vital points, would have likely resulted in his data fragmenting and being sent off the arena platform.

"Little brother, with you this injured, do you still want to continue?" The masked woman's lips curled slightly as she asked, with an indiscernible meaning hidden in her smile.

Guding grinned, "Of course, I still have many moves I haven't used."

Having finally encountered such a strong opponent to test his skills on, Guding naturally wouldn't let this opportunity slip by. Not to mention the opponent didn't seem malicious. Even if she were, he wouldn't easily pass up such a chance to try out his moves.

With his words barely fading, Guding's legs burst with power, executing the Seventh Form of the Dark Step; this time there was no awkwardness. Against an opponent skilled in long-range attacks, Guding went on the offensive, for once he was close, he would have a chance at victory.

"What terrifying comprehension, that move was so awkward just now, clearly used for the first time. This second time, it was flawless." The masked woman was a bit surprised in her heart, though her hands didn't stop, swinging another whip, this time with more restraint in power.

Seeing the whip shadow approaching, Guding stepped out with the Eighth Form of the Dark Step, executed perfectly. Then came the Ninth Form and the Tenth Form in quick succession. Yet, with the Eleventh Form, there was a return of awkwardness. Seeing the whip shadow about to land, Guding punched forward, meeting the whip shadow head-on.

"Boom!" Upon collision, Guding was knocked back several steps, a red mark left on his fist, unlike the crack that appeared on his chest earlier. With a sidelong glance at his fist, he knew the opponent had deliberately restrained her strength.

"Is she doing this deliberately to let me try my moves?" Guding raised an eyebrow, unsure of her intentions, but this move spoke clearly of her attitude—this was just a spar.

Aware of this, Guding naturally didn't hold back either. He clearly understood his strength was insufficient, and such an excellent training opportunity couldn't be wasted. He swung his fist and charged again.

Time and again, he got whipped, time and again, he was pushed back by the opponent. Their fight on the platform had lasted for more than two hours, leaving Guding panting heavily. Though he hadn't even touched a hair on his opponent, he made unparalleled progress.

He had learned Dark Step up to the Fifteenth Form, Iron Fist up to the Fourteenth Move, Ghost Kick up to the Twelfth Move, Thunder Elbow and Flame Knee both to the Ninth Form, and even the most difficult of the Vigorous Body moved into the Second Form of cultivation.

"Your spiritual power is too depleted; continuing doesn't make sense." The masked woman knew well that although this arena didn't consume physical strength, two hours of continuous fighting took a toll on the spiritual power. These two hours convinced her that Guding's Genetic Level was not above the Second Rank, allowing for an easy estimation of his spiritual power's intensity.

Guding knew she wasn't lying; his progress had reached a bottleneck. It wasn't a matter of comprehension, but that his spiritual power load had reached its limit. If he forced it any longer, he might be kicked out of the virtual arena. Yet, he didn't want to admit defeat.

Seeing his expression, the masked woman seemed to catch on, her lips curling again, "Little brother, you don't want to admit defeat, do you? How about this, let sister give you a kiss, and sister will concede. Plus, there's a gift too."

"I think her suggestion is good." The Sea Emperor, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke after hearing the proposal.

Guding was silent for a moment, disgruntled by the thought of being taken advantage of by a woman, "I con..."

Before he could finish his words, Guding found his body completely immobile and couldn't even make a sound. The masked woman lightly smiled, walked slowly up to Guding, and pressed an immaculate finger to his lips.

"Rather admit defeat than let sister kiss you, eh?" The masked woman leaned down, whispering amusedly in his ear, "Sister will not only kiss you but also..."

Speaking, she kissed his cheek, leaving a red lipstick mark. Then she straightened up, giving him a peculiar smile. She then wrapped an arm around the back of Guding's head and pulled forward. Guding's face was immediately buried between her two voluptuous breasts.

"Wow..." Almost simultaneously, all the male spectators in the stands let out gasps of astonishment, drooling with envy.

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