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Chapter 1

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When Flail Awn blasted away the thick miasma in the Miasma Stacking Gully, the giant miasma beast pounced at her.

Without the brown miasma obstructing her vision, Flail Awn's vision became clear again.

The Cloud Cannon on her shoulder, which was as tall as her, was emitting white smoke, which quickly dissipated along with the pungent miasma.

Flail Awn gripped the Cloud Cannon, and the giant cannon instantly disintegrated when her fingers touched the metal surface. The metal fragments quickly extended forward and connected together, forming a long whip with barbs in the blink of an eye.

Pa!

The sound of wind breaking through the air suddenly exploded. Flail Awn violently swung the whip, and the long whip immediately turned into a black lightning bolt, quickly striking at the miasma beast that had already leaped to within inches of her head!

Its flesh was fiercely hooked by the barbs, and the beast's claws slapped the ground. Its painful howl almost shook the entire area, and the mountain top's gravel rustled down.

Flail Awn did not hesitate to swing the whip again, and the metal whip tightly wrapped around the miasma beast's left forelimb like a snake.

Flail Awn bent her knees and heavily stomped her foot, and a large pit appeared under her feet. She raised her arm and forcefully swung the whip in a half circle. The long whip danced, and the miasma beast's huge and cumbersome body suddenly left the ground and fell far away.

A moment later, the miasma beast that no longer had any breath turned into pieces of cubes, silently dissipating in the gully.

Points received.

The miasma gradually showed signs of gathering. Flail Awn opened her fingers, and the Cloud Cannon consciously turned into specks of light, slowly becoming one with the air.

It was almost dinnertime.

Flail Awn exchanged for a teeth-grinding milk stick, lazily chewing it, and strolled out of the gully.

At this moment, a silver light suddenly flashed across the sky. Flail Awn squinted her eyes, and after discovering that it was just a common spaceship, she snapped off a section of the milk stick with a crunch, puffed up her cheeks, and looked away.

The blonde boy standing in the spaceship far away looked down at the white-haired girl below. He knocked on the high-quality glass window with one hand, and an unknown coldness flashed through his golden eyes.

"Good afternoon."

After exiting the ravine, the Flail Awn bumped into a black-haired girl. Her hair was messy, and she had yet to retrieve her longsword.

"Good afternoon." Freya sheathed her machete and glanced over the Flail Awn at the gully behind her. "Was that you?"

"Yes." Flail Awn generously tossed her a teeth-grinding milk stick. "This is a new elemental skill. Come and try it out."

"… The effect seems to be quite good."

"It's alright." Flail Awn chewed on her milk stick. She didn't think that her elemental skill, which could destroy half a ravine with a single shot, would have much effect. "But it's pretty handy."

How could it not be convenient? A few more times and half of the mountain would be gone.

"What about you?" Flail Awn asked, "Your spirit energy skills wouldn't be useless, right?"

"It's just so-so. It can't be considered useless." Freya shrugged her shoulders. "It's just a blade with potential. I don't have that kind of deadly battle talent like yours."

Flail Awn came from a battle planet. The inhabitants of her planet were all born with the potential to fight. Although there weren't many of them, their genes were excellent. So when people heard that Flail Awn came from a battle planet, no one dared to approach her.

Getting to know Freya was purely a coincidence.

Half a year ago, Freya wandered to Flail Awn's planet. Because she didn't understand the battle strength of the planet's natives, she got into a conflict with a few people. Flail Awn was passing by and saw a few men bullying a girl. She couldn't stand it and helped them.

After that, they inexplicably fell in love with each other and occasionally contacted each other. Only when they arrived at Flail Awn's planet did they find each other there.

"I'm hungry." Flail Awn finished chewing her milk stick and pulled Freya's sleeve to the hall. "Let's go, let's go eat."

After a while, the two walked to the front of the hall and stared at the ruins for a long time.

"This is the hall?" Freya muttered to herself.

"Trash hall."

Flail Awn said disdainfully. She reached into her pocket and took out two long strips of breast milk and gave one to Freya.

"Your pocket is probably a food pouch." Freya commented and bit on the meat strip.

Flail Awn bit on the meat strip and didn't say anything. After biting it, she took out the teeth-grinding milk stick and continued to chew on it.

"Something happened in the hall." Freya took two steps to the side. "Who's fighting in the hall? It's quite loud. "

"There." Flail Awn curled her lips and raised her chin to point at the blurry figure in the dust. She said vaguely, "Isn't the culprit there?"

Freya only glanced at it and wasn't very interested. "Didn't you say you were hungry? Why aren't you leaving? "

"Oh."

Flail Awn looked at the ruins thoughtfully. Just as she was about to leave, a long object flew out from the dust and went straight for her face.

Flail Awn reacted quickly and dodged to the side. The long object stabbed into the ground.

It was a yellowish-black stick.

"Contestant Gadros! Contestant Rede! Contestant Montezuma! Points deducted for destroying the hall! Points deducted! "

"Deduct all you want. We don't have a single point anyway."

The man's lazy voice came from the gradually subsiding dust. Then, a round thing was thrown out and rolled to the side at the feet of the frowning Freya.

The first person to appear from the dust was a blonde boy. His long scarf swayed slightly with his movements. His golden eyes glanced at the white-haired girl in front of him.

Flail Awn broke the teeth-grinding milk stick with her teeth.

"Gadros."

The blonde boy snorted and raised his hand. Daluo's staff obediently returned to his hand and he casually swept it out.

Flail Awn threw away half of the milk stick. When she put down her hand again, she was already holding an extremely long metal whip in her hand.

"Enemies are bound to meet on a narrow road." She raised her chin and a faint ridicule flashed in her scarlet eyes. "Just right, I'll take advantage of today to settle old and new debts."

The atmosphere was tense and on the verge of exploding.

Montezuma stared at Gadros closely. Rede was holding two small referee balls that were about to cry and tossing them up and down. His attention was focused on the black-haired girl not far away from Flail Awn.

Cardross and Jia Mang looked at each other expressionlessly. In an instant, a gust of wind rose as the two of them rapidly exchanged blows. Dazzling sparks would burst forth every time their origin energy weapons crossed each other in the air. Before one could fall, another would rise.

On the other side, Rede stared at Freya for a few seconds and then glanced at Flail Awn who was happily fighting with his boss in the air. He finally realized that he had seen this black-haired girl before.

"Fight, fight, fight." Freya stared at the two little referee balls in his hand with a complicated expression. "Why do I have to fight every time I see you? I don't like violence."

Just as she said this, the people in the sky and on the ground began to fight. The two little referee balls were thrown aside by Rede and no one cared about them anymore.

Flail Awn's whip landed on the ground and brushed past the little referee ball's head.

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