The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human? Chapter 1361 829: Liu Zheng: You Really Are a Pair of Tiggers, Two Crispy Sharks

Feather by feather, the blackness swiftly consumed them all.

As Teresa's wings unfurled once more, her complexion grew even more pallid, verging on transparent. Her limbs and body also stretched, amplifying that unsettling, inhuman sensation. Only her pair of golden eyes remained luminous, catching the morning sun as if countless emotions swirled within their depths.

"I am ready, Little Pony," Teresa declared.

"I’ve told you, my name isn't Little Pony!" Ma Baoli exclaimed, stamping her foot in frustration. She shot towards Teresa like an arrow loosed from a bow.

Initiating the Lightning Five Whip, the Five Elements Divine Thunder lashed out like a dragon's tail, aiming for Teresa's chest. She harbored no belief that Teresa could have fully mended the wound in such a short span. A direct hit there would undoubtedly worsen the injury.

Indeed, Teresa dared not risk the Thunder Whip striking her; she shielded her chest with one wing, deflecting it like a robust shield. The dark wing met the Five Elements Divine Thunder, sending feathers scattering. However, the moment they detached from her body, they vanished, returning to the wing’s base as swiftly as swallows migrating home.

Through this repetitive defense, Teresa sustained minimal harm, and her peculiar power remained largely undiminished. Observing this, Ma Baoli's brow furrowed. She ceased the Lightning Five Whip and reformed it into a net of lightning, designed to ensnare Teresa.

With a soft command, her footwork shifted continuously. Walking step, Off-step, Evasion step, Jumping step, Scissor step… In mere seconds, Ma Baoli seamlessly executed dozens of footwork variations, showcasing the profound combat footwork of Xingyi Boxing.

Her hands were equally active, manifesting the twelve forms of Xingyi Boxing – dragon, tiger, monkey, horse, crocodile, chicken, swallow, kite, snake, bird stand, eagle, bear – with vivid precision. Ma Baoli's mastery of Xingyi Boxing, even without factoring in extraordinary abilities, had reached the pinnacle of Unity of Form and Spirit, and Unity of Heaven and Man.

Even Liu Zheng, who practiced Baji Fist, watched with rapt attention. He mused that had he been able to learn boxing from Ma Baoli in days past, he would have willingly endured any hardship, even resorting to consuming refuse from reality's sewers.

Under the relentless assault, Teresa found herself without a proper defense, relying solely on her four wings for passive obstruction. "Who do you predict will emerge victorious?" Liu Zheng inquired, attempting to prod the Yaksha, who elegantly sidestepped the gesture.

"Oh, there's something there," his eyes lit up. From that single evasive maneuver, it was evident that Yaksha possessed considerable martial arts prowess.

"I cannot say for sure. However, should Ma Baoli triumph, I would wish to extend an invitation for her to serve as the Martial Arts Trainer for the Dark Elf tribe," Yaksha responded.

"Hmm? You did not have one previously?" Liu Zheng questioned. While not intimately familiar with the intricacies of Dark Elf hierarchy, he could infer the responsibilities of a Martial Arts Trainer from its title.

"The former Martial Arts Trainer has rejoined the Lord of War, and for many years, I have filled that role myself. Yet, with current demands, it has indeed become somewhat taxing," Yaksha explained.

"Are you not rather insular? How would extending an offer to an outsider to impart training not challenge your pride?" Liu Zheng asked, curiosity piqued.

"Firstly, we are not insular; we simply reject the weak, the foolish, and men."

"Secondly, it will undoubtedly sting our tribe's pride, but that is precisely the outcome I desire," Yaksha stated.

"Ah, so you intend for Ma Baoli to act as that catfish," he surmised Yaksha's underlying motive.

"What do you mean by that?" Yaksha had not encountered this metaphor before.

"Fish confined to a pond tend to remain sedentary, often perishing. Thus, introducing a catfish is necessary to agitate them," Liu Zheng clarified concisely.

"Yes, that captures the essence of it. As expected from a descendant of the Zhen Dan people, even as a male, you possess a measure of inherited wisdom," Yaksha nodded in agreement.

"Thank you, and I'm not feeling praised at all," he replied, rolling his eyes.

"So, have you reached an agreement?" Yaksha inquired.

"If you can guarantee her personal safety, I see no reason to refuse. However, the specific terms would need to be discussed directly with her," Liu Zheng responded. The Dark Elves were quite affluent, and Ma Baoli had expended a significant sum for her father's treatment; perhaps she could recoup some of those expenses.

"Rest assured, I will present terms she cannot possibly refuse," Yaksha declared with unwavering confidence. These Immortal Species were particularly adept at saving coin, each surpassing the other.

Just as their discussion about Ma Baoli's potential new employment reached its conclusion, the dynamics on the battlefield finally shifted. Under Ma Baoli's relentless offensive pressure, a vulnerability finally emerged on Teresa's right flank.

As Ma Baoli prepared to exploit this opening and pursue aggressively, her Internal Breath abruptly faltered. "Oh no!" she inwardly exclaimed. In her exhilaration, she had forgotten about her existing injury.

While her previous strategy revolved around stored power attacks, sustained high-intensity offense presented new challenges.

"Got you."

A slight smile graced Teresa's lips.

Extending her left hand, she grasped Ma Baoli's right, drawing her forward despite the barrage of punches and kicks from her opponent.

Simultaneously, her right hand transformed, palm and arm rapidly morphing into a greatsword of flesh and blood, aimed at Ma Baoli's abdomen.

"Not good!"

A knot of tension tightened in Liu Zheng's chest as he instantly activated 'Eye Witness.'

His gaze traversed over ten meters, striking Teresa's eyes and shattering the myriad thoughts swirling within.

"Player wins in spiritual confrontation, 'Eye Witness' skill executed successfully."

The system's notification chimed. Teresa's fleshy greatsword pressed onward due to inertia but was seized by the quick-thinking Ma Baoli.