Chapter 109: The Superpower That Reversed the Tide of Battle

"Whoosh!"

A black-red destructive beam tore through the air with a momentum capable of obliterating everything in its path, as if intent on annihilating anything that stood in its way. The man who had suddenly appeared merely raised one palm to block it.

"Bang!"

A fountain of explosive fire erupted, triggering a powerful shockwave. The violent wind whipped his long hair and the disheveled platinum-gold hem of his coat.

Chu Xinghe’s handsome face remained calm. Even after being subjected to the shockwave of a point-blank explosion, he did not suffer the slightest injury. He did not even move an inch; his platinum-white uniform trench coat fluttered loudly, yet remained free of even a speck of dust.

The eyes of the crowd fell upon him, filled with immense surprise and delight.

"God Chu!"
"It’s God Chu who has come!"
"Why is God Chu here?"
"We’re sure to win now!"

Liu Shiyu was slightly stunned. Although she had heard before the mission that the Association was sending an ace-level member for support, she had never expected that the one to arrive would be the highest-ranking combatant of the Disaster Association, the strongest Chief Ace—Chu Xinghe!

Xu Ye’s eyes lit up. With his carefree personality, he ignored the fact that they were on a battlefield and ran straight up to him, excitedly saying, "God Chu, I’m such a huge fan! Can you give me an autograph after the battle is over?"

Another elite member could not watch any longer and grabbed Xu Ye as he ran past.

"This is a battlefield; be serious!"
"Damn it! Let me go!" Xu Ye shouted while struggling. "That’s God Chu! If I don’t get an autograph now, I won't have another chance!"

"It seems I am a little late..."

Chu Xinghe looked at the chaotic battlefield littered with debris—collapsed buildings, shattered trees, and injured demon hunters everywhere. Clearly, the Disaster Association had suffered heavy losses.

His gaze turned cold as he looked toward the black-grey armored figure.

Sensing the powerful aura emanating from this man, Black Yaksha felt a sense of threat for the first time. Its scarlet eyes narrowed, and their gazes collided in the air.

The strongest ace versus the Fourth Abyss Dweller!

...

On the other side.

This was a battle defined by speed—a contest between a whirlwind and lightning. Who was faster: the wind, or the lightning?

Cheng Feng had the speed boost of the Thunder Shadow Step, but He Moli, as a wind-attribute esper, had speed as her natural advantage.

He Moli’s ankles were wrapped in two tufts of cyan-green glimmer, like a layer of thin, exquisite silk, granting her the speed of a cyclone. Both strength and speed were against him, putting Cheng Feng under immense pressure in this fight.

"Why don't you answer me?"

Seeing the masked man in black remain silent, He Moli thought of something, and a smile of realization dawned on her stunningly beautiful face. "Could it be that you are someone I know?"

*'This woman... she figured it out so quickly?'*

Cheng Feng’s expression flickered slightly, but hidden beneath his pure white mask, his change in expression went unnoticed by He Moli. He could only pretend to be calm and focus on the fight; as long as he did not respond, there was no way this woman could guess his identity.

No... wait. Not speaking made him even more suspicious!

Suddenly, an idea occurred to him. Though he didn't hold much hope, he decided to try it. He asked in his mind, "Xueju, do you have any spirit arts that can change one's voice?"

"I do. Do you need my help?" Xueju's voice echoed in Cheng Feng's mind.
"Yes."
"Alright, but this spirit art can only last for one minute."
"That will be enough."

"You purposely stayed silent, thinking you could muddle through? Forget it." The corners of He Moli’s mouth curled into a beautiful arc.

Emerald wind elements drifted toward her at her command. He Moli sneered, "It doesn't matter if you don't show your true face. Once you become a corpse, I will take the mask off for you myself."

An emerald radiance lit up in the surroundings as wind elements gathered, condensing into a dense swarm of small, cyan-green wind blades. Countless frantic blades screeched through the air, leaving behind a dense trail of cyan-green light.

"Swish, swish, swish!"
Spirit Art—Wind Blade Torrent!

Cheng Feng leaped to the side. His timing was perfect, and under normal circumstances, he would have dodged the attack. However, the incoming wind blades seemed to be under someone's control; in mid-flight, they abruptly changed direction and pursued him.

Cheng Feng felt a jolt of alarm. He should have created a shield of blood to block them, but he could not use Blood Control. He Moli had seen him use this technique at the monster auction; if he used it now, it would be too easy for her to guess his true identity.

"Clang, clang, clang!"

Cheng Feng had no choice but to meet the attack head-on. He swung his spirit blade, 'Thunder-Cutter,' at high frequency, weaving a nearly airtight, incandescent web of steel that shattered all the pursuing wind blades.

A few stray blades slipped through, slicing into his skin and drawing a bit of blood from various parts of his body. However, white smoke quickly rose from the wounds, and they healed rapidly, restoring his skin to a flawless state as if no injury had ever occurred.

Seeing Cheng Feng fend off her blades, He Moli said flatly, "Not bad... you really do have some skills. But now, I’m going to get serious."

At that moment, Cheng Feng, who had remained silent, finally spoke. "He Moli, there is something I want to remind you of."

His voice was distinctly different—it had changed. It seemed the voice-changing spirit art cast by Xueju had taken effect.

"Yo, finally decided to speak, have you?" He Moli’s mouth curled up. She raised her blade, pointing it at the masked man in black. "And you know my name. You really do know me. But you are a monster, and it’s impossible for me to know you... This makes you even more suspicious. I must capture you and see your true face."

An idea occurred to him. Cheng Feng said calmly, "Who I am is not important. What is important is that I possess an ability capable of reversing this battle. If you want to run, now is your last chance..."

"Oh? Reversing the battle?" He Moli felt a flicker of interest. She felt no fear; instead, her fighting spirit surged.

"That's right." Cheng Feng’s expression was calm. "I’m telling you this in hopes that you won't be too shocked. I’m just giving you a fair warning so you can prepare yourself mentally."

"Is that so? It sounds like a powerful ability..." He Moli smiled softly, a smile that was captivating. "But given the vast gap in our strength, why do I feel like you're just bluffing?"

Cheng Feng was full of confidence. "No, if you think that, you are mistaken..."

"So confident, then fine. I’ll give you a chance." He Moli held her sword with both hands, bracing herself. "Bring it on. No matter what kind of ability you have, let me see how strong this trump card of yours really is."

"You asked for it." Cheng Feng flashed a smile. "My ability is... clairvoyance."