Chapter 27: A Girl's Heart Can Be More Dangerous Than a Stellar Beast

Facing Chen Xing’s sudden “victory declaration,” Tian Dao still couldn’t grasp the meaning behind her words.

After a moment of reflection, however, he managed to piece together one thing:

Chen Xing was furious—deeply, intensely furious.

As for the source of her anger, Tian Dao guessed it stemmed from being suppressed by him over the past two years.

After all, if not for him, the position at the pinnacle of the stars—that throne—should have belonged to her all along.

Thinking this through, Tian Dao straightened up and said with genuine seriousness:

"Xing, I have to say this—my success today is 99% talent and 1%"

"Shut up."

Before he could finish, Chen Xing suddenly cut him off.

Her crimson eyes flared with a sudden crimson glow, her expression shifting from resentment to rage.

"Tian Dao… So even now, you still think I’m just chasing after you? Like some desperate shadow?"

"...Huh?"

Tian Dao blinked, utterly confused, his mind completely blank.

He had no idea what she was talking about.

Before he could ask for clarification, Kalolin—sitting nearby—suddenly spoke up coldly.

"Idiot."

Tian Dao turned to her.

She was pretending to be focused on her Tactical Tablet, fingers flicking across the screen.

But her cat ears—those delicate, twitching ears—had slowly, subtly perked up.

That was a tell only she showed when she was hiding something.

When she was guilty.

Realizing this, Tian Dao raised his voice in annoyance:

"Kalolin, why’d you suddenly call me an idiot?!"

Kalolin, unaware she’d already been exposed, simply ignored him, burying herself deeper into her device as if nothing had happened.

Watching her stubborn act of denial, Tian Dao sighed in defeat.

Seriously… Did you two secretly form a private group chat behind my back?

Otherwise, why the hell do I understand nothing you’re saying?

Suddenly, a memory surfaced—Yun Meng’s words, spoken long ago:

"Little Tian Dao, a girl’s heart can be more dangerous than a Stellar Beast, you know."

Back then, he hadn’t understood.

Now, he did.

Because a Stellar Beast’s heart was nothing compared to the labyrinth of a girl’s mind.

With that realization, Tian Dao gave up trying to figure it out.

If he couldn’t understand her, then he wouldn’t try.

"Xing, enough talk. If you’re not going to fight, I’m heading to the cafeteria. Don’t waste my time."

Chen Xing didn’t reply.

With a sharp clink, her Demon Blade Xueyan slid free from its sheath.

Her red hair whipped wildly in the heatwave, and the hellfire coiling around the blade warped the air like a mirage.

Chen Kong, standing far away, instinctively took a half-step back to avoid the scorching blast.

He stared at his sister in disbelief—as if seeing her for the first time.

Just three days ago, she had needed blood to ignite her flames.

Now, she didn’t need it at all.

Thanks to the perfect synergy between Stellar Core · Xueyan and Stellar Source · Red Lotus Inferno,

even though she’d only possessed the source for three days,

she had already mastered it to a remarkable degree—integrating it flawlessly into her existing supernatural framework.

Boom!

Chen Xing vanished in a flash of crimson, a blazing meteor streaking toward Tian Dao in an instant.

She slashed downward—so fast the afterimage hadn’t even faded.

The ground where she passed was molten, carved into a deep, searing trench.

But Tian Dao didn’t flinch.

Because he had Vector Control.

And he wasn’t afraid of opponents like Chen Xing—Nature Class, close-range fighters.

Those were precisely the types his ability perfectly countered.

Clang!

Tian Dao raised his right hand.

At the moment his fingertip touched the blade, the wild fire on its surface instantly calmed—diverting like water flowing around an invisible hand.

Worse, the force of the strike twisted unpredictably.

Chen Xing, gripping the blade with one hand, suddenly felt a terrifying pull.

Her body twisted off-balance, nearly crashing to the ground.

But Chen Xing was no ordinary warrior.

She was the second strongest in Tian Dao’s eyes.

Just as her torso nearly hit the floor, she planted her left hand on the ground and spun with astonishing flexibility, swinging the blade in a perfect arc—aiming straight for Tian Dao’s ankle.

Tian Dao merely smiled.

He flicked his shoe forward, striking the back of the blade with pinpoint precision.

Again, the same effect.

The force twisted—her grip loosened.

The blade slipped from her fingers.

If this were a real battle, Tian Dao could’ve struck her now—unarmed and exposed.

But due to their earlier agreement, he could only watch as Chen Xing flipped mid-air, caught the falling hilt, and lunged at him again.

Yet despite her progress, her power was utterly outmatched.

Her flames—her pride—were meaningless against Vector Control.

Her swordsmanship?

Even that was no match.

Thanks to Star-Eclipse Eye, Tian Dao could predict every move Chen Xing would make in the next second.

Her attacks were already anticipated.

Stellar Source?

Overpowered.

Base stats?

Crushed.

Sword techniques?

Predicted and neutralized.

Chen Xing might be the strongest among everyone except Tian Dao.

But fighting him?

It was like trying to catch smoke.

With her only tools being close combat and fire, and Tian Dao’s Vector Control perfectly countering both,

she couldn’t even force him out of the one-meter circle in three minutes.

Every time she attacked, Tian Dao effortlessly sidestepped the flames.

The force of her strikes always rebounded—like a trap snapping shut.

And worst of all—she felt like she was fighting not Tian Dao…

But herself, in the future.

The relentless, flawless defense wore her down.

Three minutes passed in a blur.

"Time’s up."

Kalolin’s voice cut through the silence from afar.

Chen Xing instantly extinguished the flames around her.

Her expression cold, she slid the blade back into its sheath.

"Xing," Tian Dao said with a grin, "looks like I win again."

But to his surprise, she didn’t respond.

No outburst. No argument.

No fire.

She simply turned—silent, unreadable—and walked away, leaving Tian Dao standing there, stunned.

Watching her retreating back, Tian Dao turned to Kalolin.

"Kalolin… did I just break her spirit? She’s not even saying anything?"

Kalolin, still playing it cool, gave him a reply that left him utterly baffled:

"Nothing. She’s not broken. She just thinks talking to a log is pointless."

"…?"

Tian Dao’s head spun.

And then, just as suddenly as she’d appeared, Kalolin turned and left the training room.

Now left alone with two enigmas who’d vanished into the void, Tian Dao felt his brain short-circuit.

He glanced at Chen Kong, who stood nearby, just as dazed.

"Empty," he asked, "do you understand what’s going on?"

Chen Kong thought for a moment, then shook his head.

"Nope. I’m clueless too."

"Then you’re just as useless as a log," Tian Dao muttered, turning away.

He had better things to do—like eating.

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