Chapter 207: Just Sitting There, He Sent Shivers Down the Soul 【Monthly Ticket Bonus】

Clang!

Chen Xing violently drew her Yao Dao from its sheath, and at the instant of the blade’s release, a torrent of crimson flames erupted from her body like a volcanic burst.

The searing heat swept across the training arena, and as it did, a pair of dark red horns slowly formed on her forehead. Her sleeves, waistband, and hem instantly transformed into blazing crimson feathers of fire.

Exotic. Sinister. Powerful. Mad.

Though these were all negative descriptors, on Chen Xing they had become something entirely unique—her own irresistible, incomparable aura that no one else could replicate.

The Rakshasi born from the depths of hell, who had long suppressed the bloodlust within her soul—finally, in the presence of Yazuka, that singular, peculiar toy, she unleashed her true Strength.

And Yazuka? He didn’t retreat. Instead, he trembled with exhilaration.

Because from Chen Xing, he could smell death.

And that scent—pure, intoxicating death—was utterly irresistible to him. A man already diagnosed with Severe Quantum Psychosis, he craved it like a drug.

“Be careful,” Chen Xing said, pointing her Yao Dao directly at Yazuka. “I’m not bluffing. I will kill you.”

Her words only made Yazuka laugh—wild, manic, and grinning with a grotesque, toothy smile.

“Please! I’ve been waiting for this! Hahaha!”

Boom!

The clash of blades echoed like thunder across the vast, empty training ground, and before the eyes of the Dimensional Audience, a pure, unadulterated battle of slaughter—free of any moral or ethical restraint—began.

Meanwhile, Tian Dao watched the scene unfold on the Dimensional Screen, his eyelid twitching slightly.

Chen Xing had countless better ways to deal with Yazuka.

Yet here she was—engaging in the most primitive, brutal form of combat: face-to-face, standing still, hacking away at each other like savages.

And worse still?

Though the two were tearing each other apart in blood and fire, it was all just skin-deep. Superficial wounds.

Thanks to the insane combination of Stellar Core · Xueyan Beast and Red Lotus Inferno, Chen Xing effectively had a basic form of invincibility. As long as she wasn’t hit in the vital areas, or drained of her Stellar Energy, she wouldn’t truly be harmed.

And Yazuka—this Quantum Psychosis patient—wasn’t exactly weak either.

His Stellar Source was Trait Class · Pain Conversion: every blow he took, he could convert into equal—or even amplified—pain returned to his opponent. And worse, he could transform a portion of the imagined agony into real Stellar Energy, sustaining his endless, self-inflicted torment.

His madness wasn’t just mental—it extended into his physical combat style.

To savor more pain, to feel more suffering, he’d deliberately enhanced his cybernetic senses, allowing him to experience every cut, every wound, multiplied a hundredfold.

And instead of sharing that pain with others, he kept it all for himself—channeling it into even greater Stellar Energy, fueling his twisted, obsessive battle.

The more he was hurt, the stronger he became. The stronger he became, the more he could hurt himself.

A truly pathological warrior.

And now, a madman like that had met another—on the surface, sane, but in truth, just as deranged.

The sight was enough to make even Tian Dao feel a headache coming on.

Staring at the Dimensional Screen, he watched Chen Xing—drenched in blood, yet growing more ferocious with every passing second, her expression sharpening into a feverish, ecstatic glow.

Tian Dao rubbed his temple, sighing.

Xing was perfect in every way—except for one thing.

That wild, unbridled madness that took over whenever she truly fought.

She’d abandon all reason, all caution—nothing mattered but the kill.

But now, it didn’t matter.

Whatever happened next, Chen Xing’s role had already been fulfilled. His plan had succeeded.

So rather than dwell on the chaotic spectacle unfolding on the screen, Tian Dao turned his thoughts to something far more important.

How should he make his grand entrance… when Chen Kong finally stands before him, after overcoming countless trials?

Because a villain’s entrance—like a hero’s—was an art form.

After careful consideration, Tian Dao settled on a pose: quiet, composed, yet radiating undeniable villainous presence.

To perfect the moment, he even altered the environment—commanding the massive, fully fused Brass Gear Steam Furnace to be reshaped into a throne-like centerpiece, and upon it, a sleek, black single-seater armchair, exuding opulence.

“Go ahead! We’ll handle this!”

In the replicated Yujin Base training space, Lias, the Second Squad Captain of Steam Branch, turned sharply to the group behind him—Chen Kong, Yu Chen, and the others—and shouted.

Before him, Chen Xing had already fully awakened the Red Lotus Stance, filling the entire space with the scorching heat of Astral Flame, turning the area into a terrifying red lotus inferno.

Under the relentless burn of the Red Lotus Inferno, even the fragile quantum data began to sizzle and crackle. And for those inside—Chen Kong and the others—surviving the heat was a constant battle.

To hold her back in this state, the captains of Steam Branch’s First, Second, and Third Squads had all joined forces.

Only captains and deputy captains could endure the immense data pressure of the Quantum Space. Otherwise, the Dimensional Audience might’ve witnessed a spectacle of dozens of Association Stellar Envoys swarming Chen Xing.

But even so, three elite fighters—two Third-Rank, one Second-Rank—could barely hold their ground against her.

Chen Xing’s power was undeniable.

And the Dimensional Audience finally understood—when Chen Xing had first found Chen Kong, she had seriously held back.

With such overpowered strength, how could she have swung her blade so many times in a row and still not landed a hit?

Was she even trying?

As the audience flooded the chat with sarcastic remarks, Chen Kong felt unease gnawing at his chest.

But he clenched his jaw and kept moving.

Because only by pushing forward through this terrifying “mountain of hell” could he reach Tian Dao—and try to talk him out of his plan.

Yes, even now, Chen Kong didn’t intend to stop Tian Dao.

He simply wanted to persuade him.

No one knew better than he did just how powerful Tian Dao truly was.

A force so immense that even Chen Xing—his own sister—could only chase after him, never catching up. The undisputed strongest among all Stellar Prodigies.

Chen Kong didn’t believe he could stop someone like that. Not even with all the allies at his side.

[Gear Central – Core Quantum Space]

A green-and-black data rift split open.

Chen Kong, Yu Chen, and the other Steam Branch Stellar Envoys stepped through—and arrived at the heart of the space.

But the moment they did, every one of them froze, their expressions stunned.

The very fabric of reality here had been twisted, as if carved by an unseen hand.

Rooms—shattered, broken—hung suspended in midair, above, below, all around.

And as they stood there, Chen Kong looked up—and saw, with chilling clarity, Chen Xing being attacked by three squad captains, high above them.

But that wasn’t what truly gripped them.

No.

It was the figure sitting just ahead—on a massive, towering Steam Furnace fused with Brass Gear.

Tian Dao sat alone on a black, luxurious single-seater armchair.

His head slightly bowed, left leg resting atop his right knee, right elbow propped on his thigh, fingertips gently touching his chin. His entire body was shrouded in shadow, barely revealing the outline of his face.

He wasn’t moving.

He wasn’t breathing—so faint it was nearly silent.

Yet, the moment the newcomers stepped into the space, time itself seemed to freeze.

All of them—Chen Kong, Yu Chen, the others—were locked in place, their bodies rigid.

Then, slowly, Tian Dao lifted his gaze.

The shadows slipped from his face.

And the world froze again.

Two eyes—pale, piercing, and icy blue—gazed out from the darkness.

“Kong… you’ve finally arrived.”

The words were soft.

The voice, calm.

But the moment they heard it—and met those eyes—a cold sweat broke out across every one of their backs.

Just one sentence.

Just a man sitting still.

But from him, they felt something—something deep in their souls.

A shiver.

A tremor.

Unbearable.

Though they refused to admit it, they were terrified.

Terrified of the silver-haired man before them—face blank, emotionless, yet radiating a presence so vast, so ancient, it made the very air feel heavy.

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