Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

Ruthless stood firmly on the broken wall on the east side of the battlefield, his black robes clinging to his body as the battlefield wind blew, and his eyes held an unyielding coldness.

His fingertips were imbued with a pale gray aura, precisely guiding the flames of the Candle Dragon and the vine whip of Jumang. Each maneuver was swift and decisive, without the slightest unnecessary movement.

Although Mo Zi's sudden attack with ice-type energy did not pose a real threat, it did cause the energy at his fingertips to stagnate for a rare moment.

This pause was not out of fear, but rather out of surprise hidden deep in his heart—he clearly remembered that when he first noticed these little guys, their spiritual power was still so immature that they were easily defeated, and they even had to struggle to deal with ordinary monsters.

But now, Mo Zi was able to force out such skillful force with her not-so-top-tier rhythmic power, and the Star Luo Class members were even more perfectly coordinated, with each other's timing for their defensive reinforcements being extremely precise.

They had actually made it this far. From clueless apprentices to opponents who dared to face him directly, this rate of growth was something he had never anticipated.

A faint question flashed through his mind: What kind of power could enable these little guys, who should have been scattered, to break through one crisis after another? But he forcibly suppressed the question as soon as it appeared.

Bonds and growth are ultimately meaningless in the face of rules.

No matter how strong the struggle, it cannot stir up any waves.

His expression remained completely calm, his gaze not lingering on his opponent for even half a second longer, only uttering a single, indifferent sentence:

"It's actually more durable than I expected."

The power of the fingertips suddenly intensified, the flames of the Candle Dragon suddenly rolled into a pillar of light, and the vine whip of Jumang sprouted sharp wooden spikes. The net of fire and vine intertwined became denser and denser, covering Mo Zi and Xing Luo Ban with a heavier sense of oppression, but a seriousness that could not be underestimated was quietly added to the force.

……

Under the old locust tree on the west side of the battlefield, Mo Yun leaned against the thick trunk, his arms crossed over his chest, his expression indifferent like that of an outsider.

His silver-gray eyes were half-closed, yet he could see every fluctuation of energy, every attack and defense, every advance and retreat in the arena with perfect clarity. Even the strands of hair at his temples that were being whipped by the strong wind did not move at all—he deliberately concealed all his aura, and no one in the arena could detect this hidden figure.

He had always harbored the intention of observing and learning from others.

Recalling their first meeting, Bai Tang charged around recklessly with the Justice Bell in hand, his energy chaotic and without any strategy; Wu Song relied on his good foundation and only knew how to be strong, never considering his companions.

Xiaoqing's water-based power was weak and couldn't even form a solid defense; Dafei was even more hesitant and timid, always afraid of accidentally hurting others. But now, Baitang was able to use Dafei's earth-based power to lift her up precisely and avoid Jumang's vine whip attack; Wusong's fire-based power was controlled perfectly, just enough to restrain Zhulong's raging flames;

Xiaoqing condensed a delicate, water-like energy, quietly freezing the roots of the vine.

Dafei steadily supported Mo Zi, who was about to lose her balance; the powerful energy of the aura became the most reliable support.

A barely perceptible hint of approval flashed across Mo Yun's eyes, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly. This kind of growth and maturation under pressure had not been in vain.

For him, ruthless oppression is the best touchstone. Only by overcoming this challenge can the Star Luo Class truly solidify their spiritual power and mental strength.

Therefore, he remained unmoved, and even as the Star Luo Clan gradually fell behind, he only narrowed his eyes slightly, showing no intention of stepping forward.

But the situation on the field suddenly changed.

The gray aura at Wuqing's fingertips suddenly intensified, deliberately revealing a flaw that prompted Mo Zi to step forward and fill the gap.

As soon as Mo Zi regained her footing, he manipulated the Candle Dragon Flame to suddenly turn around and strike Mo Zi's back at a tricky angle—clearly, he had calculated the gap in her energy connection.

Mo Zi's expression changed drastically. The ice shield she hastily conjured was as thin as a cicada's wing. The moment the flames collided with it, it cracked with spiderweb-like patterns. The scalding air wave swept over her, causing her hair to curl slightly and her steps to falter.

"Sister Mo Zi!"

Bai Tang shouted anxiously, trying to rush over to help, but his ankles were entangled by the vine whip. Wu Song and Xiao Qing were also forced to their deaths by the flames of the Candle Dragon.

"!"

Mo Yun, standing under the old locust tree, suddenly narrowed his eyes, which had been half-closed.

The composure he had just displayed vanished completely, and the air around him seemed to grow colder with his anger. His hands, which were clasped to his chest, twitched slightly, his knuckles turning almost imperceptibly white—bullying his sister was his only bottom line.

But that's all.

He didn't move, but his cold gaze fell on Wuqing.

Although that gaze was silent, it carried an extremely strong sense of oppression. Even from several meters away, Wuqing on the broken wall felt a sudden tightness in his heart, and the gray energy at his fingertips faltered for a moment, even weakening the flames he was controlling.

He subconsciously glanced around but noticed nothing. He assumed it was just his own unease, frowned, and calmed himself down. Just as he was about to unleash his energy to attack again, he saw that Mo Zi had already steadied himself, and several ice shards carrying sharp energy were aimed directly at Zhulong's eyes.

Upon seeing this, Mo Yun relaxed her tense shoulders slightly and crossed her arms back to her chest, but the coldness in her eyes remained.

He still had no intention of intervening, but he was secretly on guard—if it really came to the point of endangering lives, he would naturally not sit idly by, but for now, it was up to the Star Luo Class to overcome the challenge themselves.

……

The battlefield winds, carrying the scorching heat of flames and the chill of ice, stirred up dust that filled the air.

The merciless fingertips on the broken wall tightened their gray energy once more, and the flames of the Candle Dragon surged violently, like a tongue of fire licking Mo Zi's ankle. Although the previous attack had failed, it had still depleted Mo Zi's energy even more. At this moment, she was half-crouched on the ground, barely managing to steady herself by supporting herself with the ice blade, her breathing already disordered.

"Sister Azi!"

Bai Tang broke free from the vine whip's entanglement and leaped over using Da Fei's momentum. The Justice Bell shone with golden light in front of him, but was blocked halfway by the vine whip suddenly lashed out by Ju Mang.

Wu Song quickly followed up with his own fire energy, but was forced back by the raging flames of the Candle Dragon. He gritted his teeth and shouted:

"Hang in there, sister! We're here to help you!"

Xiaoqing exerted all her strength to conjure a water wall, barely managing to block the second attack of the vine whip, and said urgently:

"Sister Azi, please step back and recuperate!"

Each cat guarded its own area, but they were all too busy to take care of themselves, and beads of sweat mixed with dust slid down their foreheads.

Under the old locust tree, Mo Yun felt the air around him was already bone-chillingly cold.

His previously relaxed demeanor turned completely somber, and his silver-gray eyes lost all trace of the indifference he had shown when observing, leaving only an icy coldness.

He nodded slightly, and his hands, which had been clasped in front of his chest, slowly opened. A silver-blue icy light condensed from his palm and instantly transformed into an ice spear half the height of a person. The spear gleamed with a chilling light, and its surface was covered with fine ice patterns. As soon as it appeared, the surrounding flames dimmed a bit.

He didn't rush forward, but instead slowly stepped forward, holding the ice spear. His jawline was taut, and his expression was cold and expressionless, yet every step he took exuded an undeniable sense of oppression.

The tip of the gun lightly touched the ground, leaving a thin, long trail of ice as the foot moved. The sizzling sound was particularly clear in the noisy battlefield.

With each step, a layer of white frost would appear on the ground, and the originally scorching air would be instantly replaced by icy cold.

The members of the Star Luo Class were all stunned. Bai Tang, holding the Justice Bell, forgot what to do and stared blankly at the figure slowly walking towards them.

"This, this is..."

Wu Song also withdrew his fire energy, his arrogance replaced by shock, and whispered:

"Such a powerful energy fluctuation..."

Xiaoqing instinctively gripped the water sleeves in her hands, momentarily forgetting to speak.

They had rarely seen him make a move, and at this moment, they felt that his calm yet imposing aura was even more unsettling than his merciless pressure.

Mo Yun walked straight past them and stood in front of Mo Zi, who was half-squatting.

He stopped, his tense brows softening slightly, his voice a few decibels colder than usual, yet carrying an undeniable calmness:

"Little sister, leave her to me."

Mo Zi looked up at his profile, her tense nerves suddenly relaxing, her eyes slightly warming, and she nodded:

"Brother, be careful."

As she spoke, she used the ice blade to slowly retreat to the side. Dafei immediately stepped forward to support her and whispered:

"Sister Azi, please take a breath and calm down. With Brother Moyun here, we can rest assured."

Just as Mo Yun stepped toward Zhulong and Jumang, the two puppets simultaneously let out a low growl.

The flames in the eyes of the Candle Dragon intensified, and Jumang's vine whip twisted wildly. The hostility that was originally under Wuqing's control was now mixed with excitement aroused by the powerful battle intent—even without their own consciousness, they could sense the power on Moyun that far exceeded their own.

Mo Yun glanced at them, a faint sneer playing on her lips, her eyes carrying a hint of mockery:

"They're more sensible than their master, knowing to offer themselves up proactively."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Jumang launched the first attack, dozens of vine whips with sharp wooden thorns shooting towards Moyun like a rainstorm. The vine whips were also covered with a faint gray aura power, which crushed the pebbles into powder upon touching the ground.

Mo Yun moved with light, nimble steps, her figure dodging all attacks like a willow catkin in the wind. With a casual flick of her ice spear, she froze the foremost vines into ice pillars, shattering them into fragments with a gentle touch. Her tone was somewhat nonchalant.

"You're not using enough force, try a little harder?"

Upon seeing this, the Candle Dragon suddenly opened its mouth and spewed out a huge ball of flame, scorching the ground wherever the flame passed.

Mo Yun remained calm and composed, flicking her wrist as the ice spear traced a semicircle in front of her, instantly condensing the silver-blue ice energy into an ice wall.

The flames crashed against the ice wall with a loud sizzling sound, and a large amount of water vapor rose up, but not even a crack was left in the ice wall.

He looked up at Zhulong, his eyebrows slightly raised:

"Is that all you've got? That's incredibly disappointing."

"Sister Azi, Brother Moyun is amazing!"

Sugar watched with shining eyes and couldn't help but cheer.

Wu Song clenched his fists and echoed in a low voice:

"This control over rhythmic energy is truly impressive."

Mo Yun suddenly flashed and appeared directly in front of Ju Mang.

Ju Mang hurriedly twisted his vine whip to defend himself, but Mo Yun gently tapped him with the shaft of her spear—a seemingly casual tap, yet containing extremely strong energy. The vine whip instantly lost its strength and collapsed to the ground.

Mo Yun flicked his wrist again, the ice spear sweeping across. Where the spear tip grazed, Ju Mang's body was instantly covered in ice, turning into an ice sculpture in a flash, motionless. He glanced at the ice sculpture, his tone flat:

"First."

Enraged by this, the Candle Dragon lunged forward with its massive body, its claws wreathed in flames as it lunged at Mo Yun.

Mo Yun lightly touched the ground with her toes, leaping into the air, her ice spear pointing directly at Zhulong's pupils, her gaze sharp as a blade:

"It's your turn."

Zhulong instinctively closed its eyes to block, but Moyun's wrist shifted, and the spear tip pierced the gray energy node in its neck—the key to Ruthless's control over the puppet.

With a "crack," the icy energy surged into the tip of the spear, instantly disintegrating the gray energy within the Candle Dragon's body. It let out a mournful roar, its massive body freezing in mid-air before transforming into countless sparks that dissipated into the air.

When Mo Yun landed, she was as steady as a mountain, her breathing never faltering. She simply said calmly:

"the second."

In just a few breaths, the two puppets that had previously left the Star Luo Clan helpless were easily dealt with by Mo Yun.

The members of the Star Luo Class stared in disbelief. Bai Tang stood there speechless for a long time, finally managing to shout:

"Brother Moyun is amazing!"

Wu Song also put away his arrogance, his eyes filled with admiration:

"This level of strength is truly impressive."

Mo Yun landed, gripped the ice spear, and slowly turned around, her gaze fixed on Wu Qing on the broken wall. Her silver-gray eyes shone with a cold light, devoid of any extra emotion.

He slightly raised his arm, holding the ice spear over his shoulder, then suddenly lowered it, aiming the spear tip at Wuqing. With a slight twist of his wrist, the ice patterns on the spear suddenly lit up, and a chilling glint flashed along the spear tip.

"ruthless,"

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly to every corner of the battlefield, cold yet carrying an irresistible aura.

"Next, it's your turn."