Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

On the other side, Wu Song was locked in combat with Zhulong. Zhulong wielded his double crutches with consummate skill, sometimes thrusting straight like a spear, sometimes sweeping horizontally like a club, each attack imbued with a dense aura of chaos.

With his agile movements, Wu Song dodged constantly, the fiery energy on his staff striking Zhulong's weaknesses like a viper's tongue.

"Zhulong! Look at me! I am Wusong! Have you forgotten what you said?"

As Wu Song fought, he shouted loudly, hoping to awaken Zhulong's consciousness through his voice.

Zhulong remained unmoved, and suddenly two black beams of light shot out from his crutches, heading straight for Wu Song's face.

Wu Song's pupils contracted slightly, and he hurriedly turned to the side. The beam of light grazed past his ear and struck a huge broken monument behind him.

"Boom!"

The broken monument was instantly blasted to pieces, sending debris flying everywhere. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Wu Song swung his staff, his fiery energy condensing into a long tongue of fire that lunged towards Zhulong's chest.

Zhulong suddenly raised his crutches to block in front of him, and the chaotic energy condensed into a barrier on the crutches.

"boom!"

The flames struck the barrier, causing it to shake violently, but it did not break immediately.

Zhulong stepped back slightly, his eyes still empty and unmoved, as if the impact had had no effect on him.

He then crossed his crutches and swung them sharply at Wu Song, sending a black cross-shaped wave of energy sweeping towards him.

Wu Song dared not be careless. He immediately held his staff horizontally in front of him and activated his flame energy to the fullest extent, forming a thick wall of fire in front of him.

The shockwave crashed into the wall of fire, the two forces tearing at each other with a dull thud, and the surrounding air seemed to be distorted by the heat.

Wu Song gritted his teeth, fine beads of sweat seeping from his forehead, his arms trembling slightly from the exertion—the power of the Candle Dragon had not only become stronger, but also gained a strange resilience, making it difficult for his flame energy to completely defeat it.

Standing to the side, Wuqing quietly watched the fierce battle unfold. His gaze lingered on Zhulong and Jumang for a moment before turning to Xingluo Ban, who were being held back. The emotions in his eyes gradually became complex.

The confident smile he had initially worn had vanished, replaced by an indescribable depth, as if he were pondering something or reminiscing about the past.

His fingers unconsciously rubbed the corner of his sleeve, where a small, gleaming silver fragment was hidden—the very one left behind by the man in black robes a few days ago when he appeared.

He was well aware of Zhulong and Jumang's situation—they were not simply controlled by chaos, but manipulated by the black-robed man using special data streams. These data streams traveled along their meridians, forcibly suppressing their consciousness, leaving only their fighting instincts, and even temporarily enhancing their power.

The man in black robes had only said beforehand that he would send people to assist him. He hadn't expected it to be these two. But then he thought that using people who had been "saved" by the Star Luo Clan to restrain them was indeed the most ingenious way—the Star Luo Clan would be hesitant and wouldn't dare to kill them.

Thinking of this, Wuqing's lips curled into a faint smile again, this time with a hint of mockery. It was a mockery of the Star Luo Class's "womanly compassion" and also a mockery of his own helplessness in having to rely on others at this moment.

He withdrew his gaze and looked again at the groove on the sealing stone. The black light from the wooden box was still flashing, resonating more and more closely with the black aura of the stone tablet. If he waited just a little longer, until the Star Luo Clan was completely worn down, he would be able to break the seal without any hindrance.

In the arena, the battle between Xiaoqing and Jumang intensified. Xiaoqing's water sleeves, like two long blue snakes, swirled around her body, and waves of purifying energy surged toward Jumang, attempting to dispel the chaotic energy within her body and decipher those strange data streams.

Jumang's double fans opened and closed continuously, unleashing alternating attacks of blade energy and air waves, forcing Xiaoqing to constantly defend.

"This can't go on; we must find the source of the data flow!"

Xiaoqing thought to herself. She carefully observed Jumang's movements and found that whenever Jumang waved her double fans, the data stream on the fan surface would become exceptionally active, and there seemed to be a fine data stream pattern on her neck, which was flickering slightly with her breathing.

"found it!"

Xiaoqing's eyes lit up, and she suddenly changed tactics, her water sleeves suddenly wrapping around Jumang's fan, seemingly to snatch the two fans, but in reality to attract her attention.

Ju Mangran fell for the trick, snapped his double fans shut, and aimed them at the water sleeves.

Just then, Xiaoqing's body suddenly sank down, and her other water sleeve, carrying a rich purifying aura, precisely brushed towards Jumang's neck.

"It's now!"

Xiaoqing's voice carried a hint of urgency; she hoped to temporarily interrupt her control over Jumang by attacking the source of the data stream.

But Jumang reacted faster than she expected. Just as her water sleeves were about to touch her neck, she suddenly tilted her head back and swung her double fans downwards, sending a blade of energy straight toward Xiaoqing's head.

Helpless, Xiaoqing could only hastily pull back her sleeves and retreat, missing the best opportunity.

"What a quick reaction..."

Xiaoqing was somewhat annoyed, but also even more certain that the power controlling the two was not to be underestimated.

Seeing that Xiaoqing was being blocked, Baitang immediately pounced on Jumang, and the Justice Bell in his hand turned into a white light, smashing towards Jumang's fan handle.

"Jumang! Stop being manipulated! Think about your past regrets!"

His voice carried a hint of pleading, and a pure white aura surged forth from the Bell of Justice, attempting to purify the double fans in Jumang's hands.

Jumang dodged to the side and attacked Baitang's sides with his double fans.

Bai Tang nimbly dodged the Justice Bell as it rang out, and a protective shield of white light formed around him, deflecting the blade energy one by one.

He seized the opportunity to strike again, his palm blade aimed straight at Jumang's shoulder, but Jumang easily deflected it with his fan. The two exchanged blows, locked in a fierce and evenly matched fight. Although Baitang gained a slight advantage with her agile movements, she was unable to break through Jumang's defense, let alone awaken her consciousness.

The battle between Xingtian and Zhulong was more of a clash of strength.

Xing Tian's giant axe cleaved with immense force each time, golden energy surging towards Zhu Long like a tide, while Zhu Long's crutches remained as steady as Mount Tai, the barrier formed by chaotic energy blocking the attacks time and time again.

Zhulong suddenly changed tactics, rapidly tapping his crutches on the ground as his body spun around Xingtian, simultaneously unleashing multiple black beams of light that formed a dense net of light that enveloped Xingtian.

Seeing this, Xing Tian remained calm. He suddenly raised his giant axe above his head, and golden light surged forth.

"drink!"

With a loud shout, he swung his giant axe down, unleashing a massive golden axe aura that slashed towards the net of light.

"Crack!" The net of light was instantly cleaved in two, and the axe energy, still strong, rushed towards the Candle Dragon.

Zhulong's pupils contracted slightly, and he crossed his crutches in front of him, channeling his chaotic energy at full power, further increasing the thickness of the barrier.

"boom!"

The axe energy crashed into the barrier, and the violent impact caused Zhulong to stagger backward, leaving two long drag marks on the ground with his feet. A trace of black blood even spilled from the corner of his mouth—a mark of the backlash from the chaotic energy. Clearly, forcibly increasing his power had also put a burden on his body.

Even so, there was no trace of pain in his eyes. He simply steadied himself, raised his crutches again, and prepared to launch another attack.

"He was clearly injured, yet he continued fighting..."

Xing Tian felt a pang of pity upon seeing Zhu Long's appearance, and his attack was delayed by half a beat.

Just then, Mo Zi, who was standing to the side, finally couldn't hold back any longer.

As she watched the Star Luo Clan gradually fall into a disadvantageous position, she was filled with anxiety. Even though she knew that Zhulong and Jumang were being manipulated, she felt that the stalemate could not continue.

But just as her hand touched the arrow feathers, Mo Yun gently pulled her wrist.

Mo Zi turned around abruptly, her brows furrowed, her eyes filled with worry:

"Brother, don't stop me! If we don't act soon, they won't be able to hold on much longer!"

Her voice was urgent, and her tone was full of worry.

Mo Yun simply shook her head slightly, her gaze calmly sweeping across the arena before settling on Wu Qing standing beside the sealing stone, and the silver-gray data streams emanating from Zhu Long and Ju Mang. She slowly spoke:

"Now is not the time."

His voice was soft, yet it carried a resolute strength.

“Look at the data streams on their bodies. They are from the same source as the aura left by the black-robed man. If we act rashly, we will not only fail to save them, but we may also provoke the manipulator and make the situation worse.”

Following her gaze, Mo Zi indeed saw that the data stream on the neck of the Candle Dragon was becoming increasingly prominent during the battle, with silver-gray light intertwined with chaotic energy, exuding an eerie aura.

She bit her lip, her heart filled with struggle—on one side was the Star Luo Class in trouble, and on the other was the unknown risks Mo Yun had mentioned, making it difficult for her to choose.

"But……"

Mo Zi wanted to argue, but Mo Yun gently pressed down on the back of her hand.

"Trust me, wait a little longer."

Mo Yun's gaze was firm.

"We need to find the key to control them, otherwise even if we temporarily repel them..."