Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

The fight in the arena became increasingly intense, with each collision sending surrounding gravel tumbling down.

Several cracks had appeared on Xiaoqing's water sleeves, and the flow of purifying energy gradually became sluggish. The continuous defense caused beads of sweat to slide down her cheeks, and her breathing became rapid.

Jumang's double fans continued their fierce attack, the silver-gray data streams on the fan surfaces flashing even more dazzlingly, and a sharp blade of energy slashed down, at such a tricky angle that Xiaoqing had no way to dodge.

"careful!"

Upon seeing this, Bai Tang exclaimed in surprise and hurriedly swung the Justice Bell in front of Xiao Qing. With a crisp "clang", the white light suddenly shrank, and Bai Tang was shaken and staggered backward, his palms going numb.

In that brief moment, Jumang suddenly unleashed a short blade from another fan, slashing fiercely at Xiaoqing's left shoulder while she was still unsteady.

"Hiss—" Xiao Qing groaned as the fabric on her left shoulder was instantly torn, revealing a deep wound that exposed bone. Purple blood dripped down her arm, splashing onto the ground and blooming into small blood flowers.

Her water sleeves suddenly fell down, the purifying energy became chaotic, and she staggered and almost fell.

"Xiao Qing!"

Wu Song and Xing Tian exclaimed in surprise at the same time, and their attack was thrown off track.

The moment Zhulong seized Xingtian's distraction, he thrust out both crutches, the spikes formed from chaotic energy aimed directly at Xingtian's lower abdomen. Xingtian hastily used the handle of his axe to block, but was still knocked back several steps by the impact, letting out a muffled groan.

Mo Zi, who was not far away, saw this scene clearly. Her heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly. The hand that Mo Yun had been holding down earlier clenched tightly, and her knuckles turned white.

"Brother, we can't wait any longer!"

Her voice trembled uncontrollably, and before Mo Yun could respond, she abruptly shook off his hand, the coldness emanating from her fingertips suddenly intensifying.

Mo Yun's hand froze in mid-air. Looking at her sister's resolute back, she only frowned slightly, a trace of helplessness flashing in her eyes, but she did not step forward to stop her. Instead, she scanned the scene with a deep gaze, her fingertips quietly gathering her energy, ready to deal with any unexpected situation.

Mo Zi had already leaped into the air, her figure streaking across the battlefield like a purple lightning bolt, letting out a soft shout:

"Ice Fan!"

Two icy blue fans, radiating a chilling aura, appeared out of thin air and landed steadily in her hands.

As the fan opens and closes, a chill permeates the air, and tiny ice particles instantly condense in the surrounding atmosphere.

"Jumang! Stop your insolence!"

Mo Zi's voice was filled with anger. With a flick of her wrist, she swung her ice fan, sending several ice shards flying like arrows toward Ju Mang.

Jumang sensed a strong gust of wind behind her and hurriedly turned around to block it with her fan. With a few clanging sounds, the icicles shattered on the fan surface, but the cold air spread along the fan surface, causing her movements to slow down for a moment.

Taking advantage of the moment, Mo Zi landed beside Xiao Qing, supporting her right arm with one hand and using her other hand to shield her with an ice fan. A continuous stream of icy blue energy flowed into Xiao Qing's wound, temporarily stopping the bleeding.

"You step back and rest; leave this to me!"

Xiaoqing looked at Mozi's resolute profile, then at the icy fan gleaming in her hand, and bit her lip:

"Be careful, her manipulation is very strange."

After saying that, he took a few steps back with the help of Mo Zi and leaned against a broken rock to catch his breath, while keeping a close eye on the battlefield situation.

Standing beside the sealing stone, Wuqing saw Mo Zi suddenly join in, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, which was then replaced by a cold smile:

"It's just one more person to die."

He flicked his fingertip, and a thin stream of silver-gray data flew towards Jumang.

Upon receiving the command, Jumang's eyes became even more vacant. He abruptly closed his two fans, and the data stream condensed into a black light blade at the top of the fans, sweeping towards Mo Zi.

Mo Zi dared not be careless. She spun her ice fan rapidly, and her icy blue energy condensed into a thick ice wall. With a "bang," the light blade struck the ice wall, instantly causing it to crack. Mo Zi was also shaken back two steps, and a layer of white frost formed on the ground beneath her feet.

On the other side, Wu Song breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Mo Zi had restrained Ju Mang, and then turned all his attacks towards Zhu Long. The flames on the staff burned fiercely, turning into several fire blades that shot towards Zhu Long's vital points at the same time.

Zhulong wielded his double crutches with impenetrable force, and the barrier of chaotic energy blocked the fire blades one after another, but gradually dimmed under the scorching heat of the flames.

Xing Tian seized the opportunity to launch a fierce attack, his giant axe unleashing layers of golden axe energy that forced Zhu Long to retreat step by step, with even more black blood appearing at the corner of his mouth.

Mo Zi had already figured out Ju Mang's attack rhythm. Suddenly, Bing Shan changed his move, no longer passively defending, but instead using his agility to quickly circle around Ju Mang.

Fine ice needles shot out from the fan, interfering with Jumang's judgment while searching for the node in the data stream at her neck. Frustrated by the constant interference, Jumang swung his fans wildly, sending blade energy flying everywhere, but he couldn't touch the hem of Mo Zi's robes.

"It's now!"

Mo Zi seized the moment when Ju Mang took a breath, and suddenly leaped up, her ice fan carrying a biting chill, and slammed hard towards the data stream node on her neck.

Jumang's pupils contracted sharply, and he subconsciously raised his hand to block, but he was still hit by the cold air of the ice fan. The data stream on his neck flickered for a moment, and his movements froze.

Seeing this, Wuqing's expression darkened slightly. He was about to manipulate the data stream again when Mo Yun's cold gaze swept over him, carrying an unyielding sense of pressure that made him instinctively stop. On the battlefield, cold air and flames intertwined, golden energy and chaotic energy collided. With Mo Zi's intervention, the situation finally took a slight turn, but it also became increasingly dangerous.

……

The data stream around Jumang's neck flickered violently due to the chill, and the empty look in his eyes revealed a hint of irritation. His originally smooth fan movements became disordered.

Taking advantage of the situation, Mo Zi waved her fan again, and the icy blue energy condensed into an ice chain that went straight for Ju Mang's wrist. Just as it was about to wrap around her wings, a sudden change occurred.

"Buzz—" Suddenly, the double fans in Jumang's hands emitted a piercing buzz. Silver-gray data streams surged wildly towards the fan surfaces. The original iron-feather double fans quickly closed in the light, and the feather blades at the edges contracted and reorganized, instantly transforming into a long sword with a chilling light.

The Winged Sword form appeared in response.

Almost simultaneously, Zhulong on the other side, having been repeatedly obstructed, crossed his two crutches in front of his chest. Chaotic energy and data streams intertwined and entangled, causing the staff of the Jingtang Crutches to continuously expand and thicken, with the staff head unfolding into the shape of a cannon muzzle. The cannon barrel was covered with black patterns—the Jingtang Crutches Cannon Form had been activated.

This sudden transformation caught everyone in the Star Luo Clan off guard.

Jumang gripped his longsword, spun around, and unleashed a fierce, chaotic sword aura that cleaved straight at Mo Zi. Mo Zi hurriedly closed her fan to block, and with a crisp clang, she was forced back by the sword aura, feeling a tingling sensation in her palms.

"Watch out for their enhanced forms!"

Mo Zi shouted a warning, but before she could finish speaking, Zhu Long had already aimed at the crowd.

He aimed his cannon at Xing Tian, ​​his eyes completely calm. After a muffled roar, a jet-black chaotic energy blast shot out.

Xing Tian had already exhausted most of his energy, and barely managed to raise his giant axe to block. The barrier hastily formed by the golden energy was no match for the energy blast.

"boom!"

The violent explosion instantly engulfed Xing Tian. Amidst the flying debris, his massive body was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily against the broken wall, his giant axe falling from his hand to the ground.

As the smoke cleared, Xing Tian, ​​clutching his chest, knelt on the ground. His once sharp eyes had become cloudy, and purple blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. He had reverted to his former simple-minded appearance, barely able to lift his hand.

"Ugh... I feel so dizzy..."

Seeing this, Bai Tang felt a pang of anxiety and wanted to rush over to help, but was blocked by Ju Mang's longsword.

Jumang's sword moves were fast and ruthless, with chaotic sword energy coming one after another. Baitang could only swing his bell to barely defend himself, and cracks had appeared in the bright white energy barrier—he had been fighting for a long time, and his energy was already on the verge of exhaustion.

Not to be outdone, Wu Song unleashed a powerful burst of flames from his staff, hurling a fire phoenix at Zhulong. However, Zhulong merely turned the cannon slightly and fired another energy blast, instantly shattering the fire phoenix. The shockwave sent Wu Song and Bai Tang flying, crashing to the ground and unable to get up for a long time.

In the blink of an eye, the entire Star Luo Class had suffered a setback, with only Mo Zi still holding on.

She looked at the fallen people, then at Zhulong and Jumang in front of her, one wielding a sword and the other a cannon. There was no sign of retreat in her eyes. She unfolded her ice fan again, the chill even more intense than before.

"You all take a breath and rest! I'll take care of this!"

As soon as Mo Zi finished speaking, she rushed towards the two of them. She nimbly dodged the energy blasts from the Candle Dragon, and with a wave of her ice fan, several ice shards shot towards Ju Mang's weakness.

Ju Mang parried with his sword, and as the ice shards shattered, Mo Zi was already close behind. The fan brushed against the blade, and the cold air spread along the sword, trying to freeze her wrist.

Seeing this, Zhulong immediately turned its cannon towards Mozi, the light from the cannon growing brighter. Mozi sensed the danger behind her, and suddenly rolled to the side. The energy blast grazed her clothes and exploded, creating a deep crater in the ground.

She had barely steadied herself when Jumang's longsword was already at her feet. In a moment of quick thinking, Mo Zi slammed her fan into the ground, and the icy blue energy instantly condensed into a smooth, icy surface. Jumang slipped, and his attack was temporarily halted.

However, Zhulong and Jumang eventually activated their enhanced forms and were subject to ruthless data manipulation. Mo Zi, facing two opponents alone, gradually fell into a disadvantageous position.

Her breathing became rapid, and cold sweat beaded on her forehead. Her movements with the ice fan slowed slightly, and several shallow sword marks appeared on her arms, but she still gritted her teeth and refused to retreat even half a step—she knew that she was the only shield for the Star Luo Clan at this moment.

Wuqing stood beside the sealing stone, watching everything unfold. A triumphant smile played on his lips as he lightly tapped the stone with his fingertips, patiently awaiting the moment when the Star Luo Clan would be utterly defeated. Meanwhile, Baitang and the others, lying on the ground, could only watch helplessly as Mozi fought alone, sweating profusely with anxiety, but their energy depleted, making even getting up extremely difficult.