Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 854: This Ends Here

With rainbow clouds serving as her attire and the gale as her mount, the Cloud Sovereign descended in rapid succession. The fourth sword technique, Mist Formed from Rainbow Clouds, grants the body the ability to dissolve into vapor, harmonizing perfectly with the surroundings. Though Xiahou Ji was undeniably cunning, and his First Battle Technique had successfully ensnared Li Qingran, this specific maneuver rendered his efforts futile. By dissolving into mist, Li Qingran effortlessly eluded his grasp, leaving him clutching at empty air.

Xiahou Ji stood frozen, his lips trembling in disbelief. "Impossible... how could you escape my First Battle Technique? Even if you shifted into an elemental form, you should have remained trapped within..." His shock only deepened a moment later. Gesturing to the World Ring beneath Li Qingran's feet, he stammered, "A b-black World Ring? A ten-thousand-year artifact! You are supposedly a mere Battle Venerable... how is such a thing possible!"

The surrounding crowd was equally paralyzed. Xiao Shihao rubbed his eyes vigorously, his mouth agape, even questioning his own sanity and color perception. Xiahou Yuan was similarly stunned, to the point where the presence of Su Luyao in his arms felt suddenly insignificant. A black World Ring on a Battle Venerable was far more shocking than any woman; if he possessed that kind of power, finding a lover would be trivial.

High in the spectator stands, Bixixi narrowed her eyes. "So, she truly has divine favor. A God-bestowed World Ring usually starts at a hundred-thousand-year level, but that requires passing a deity's trial—something only souls as powerful as mine can encounter. Yet, it seems the deity has already paved her way. Since she is only a Soul Venerable now, will her ring eventually evolve into a million-year treasure?" Even as Pope, she felt a pang of jealousy. Gaining favor from the Fallen Angel God was a perilous struggle against other talented contenders, but Li Qingran’s fate seemed already set in stone. The deity clearly intended to protect her at all costs.

"No wonder the Fallen Angel commanded me to foster a bond with her. To conquer the Canglan World alone is nearly impossible," Bixixi thought, a flicker of resentment crossing her face. She longed to rule supreme, but her master, Qian Yaoji, stood as a massive obstacle. Possessing the Seraphim Battle Soul and another divine favor, Qian Yaoji was beyond her reach. Perhaps, with Li Qingran's strength added to her own, she could finally challenge her master.

Back on the stage, the confrontation escalated. "Deception! Nothing but tricks!" Xiahou Ji spat, his expression darkening. "You only use these illusions to make me hesitant! How could a puny Battle Venerable hold a ten-thousand-year World Ring? I will shatter your parlor games!" Li Qingran remained silent, her form fading into a fine mist and leaving behind only a faint afterimage.

"More tricks? I'll find you! Second Battle Technique: Swarm Flame Explosive Bombs!" Xiahou Ji roared, his eyes bloodshot. Activating his second ring, he summoned a torrent of fireballs shaped like tiger wasps—an area-of-effect technique he had claimed from a Crimson Flame Tiger Wasp years ago. He flooded the arena with burning projectiles, but they passed harmlessly through the mist, detonating in useless sparks.

The spectators murmured in confusion. "Where did she go?" someone asked. "That cloud technique... it is truly divine!" whispered another. "And Xiahou Ji is just attacking empty space! How humiliating!" Sweat trickled down Xiahou Ji's brow as he activated his third ring: "Third Battle Technique: Purgatory Wall!" A ring of crimson-purple flames erupted, sealing him inside a defensive barrier. He watched the perimeter frantically, waiting for a sign of movement.

Suddenly, the mist flickered and solidified into Li Qingran’s silhouette, only to dance away on the wind again. "Got you!" Xiahou Ji swung his arm, launching a black-tinged blade of fire—his Fourth Battle Technique: Heaven-Scorching Slash. But the mist had already drifted behind him. He spun, unleashing a chaotic barrage of fire, but every blow landed on nothingness.

Exasperated and trembling as his Soul Power drained dry, Xiahou Ji screamed, "Show yourself! Fight me like a warrior!" The stands erupted in jeers. To the students, the scene was pathetic. Xiao Shihao’s face turned grim, his hands balled into white-knuckled fists. Even Su Luyao, watching from Xiahou Yuan’s arms, looked horrified, her nails digging into her palms as she wondered how Li Qingran had acquired such overwhelming power.

As Xiahou Ji reached his breaking point, Li Qingran solidified behind him. With the Su Xian Sword half-drawn, she whispered, "First Battle Technique: Long Wind Breaks Waves." A sliver of Sword Qi, sharp as a white rainbow, struck Xiahou Ji firmly in the back. He was launched through the air like a broken kite, crashing into the dirt with a thud.

Silence gripped the arena, followed by a deafening roar of applause. The Xiahou Family referee, though bitter, was forced to declare her the victor. However, refusing her a moment of respite, he shouted, "The rules have changed! Two challengers will now enter the ring simultaneously to improve efficiency!"

The announcement ignited a firestorm of protest. "What kind of biased nonsense is this?" a student roared, standing up in disgust. "You aren't even allowing her a breath! This is blatant corruption!" The crowds were furious, yet the referee ignored them, obsessed with the family’s pride. He shouted for the next challengers to emerge. Li Qingran simply stood in the center, her gaze growing frigid. She was no longer just fighting for a victory; she was standing against a system that had abandoned all pretense of justice.

Outside the Canglan Mirror, Chen Huaian’s initial amusement had evaporated. His fingers tapped rhythmically on the table, a cold, calculating aura radiating from him as he contemplated how to erase these troublesome clans once and for all. "Where is the Electronic Girlfriend System?" he thought, desperate for a power-up. "Any pay-to-win items available? I would pay any price for a Heavenly Thunder Sword Qi!"

Just as the tension reached its breaking point, a cold, authoritative voice cut through the shouting. It resonated like a clap of thunder, silencing the entire venue. "This ends here!" A slender figure rose slowly to her feet.