Simultaneous travel: Starting from returning to the main god space.

Chapter 240 Little Apple Has Grown Ugly (Seeking Monthly Tickets! Seeking Subscriptions!)
Brother Zhuikong...

Upon hearing this familiar yet unfamiliar address, memories long since lost flooded back to the clone Zhao Zhuikong, causing his eyes to glaze over and even the face before him to seem to have changed.

That was no longer his little apple, but another sister who had already died—Zhao Ruikong. Of all his brothers and sisters, only she would call him that, and even the tone was almost exactly the same.

But...how is this possible?

In a battle between masters, a moment of distraction can be fatal, and Zhao Yingkong would naturally not let this opportunity slip by.

The Golden Horned Beast's bloodline, which had already been upgraded to Double A-level, began to boil, frantically increasing her physical attributes. The Tiger Soul Blade in her hand pressed down sharply, forcing Zhao Zhuikong to kneel on one knee.

The blade, gleaming with a dark golden light, pressed against the blood-red dagger, seemingly about to sever his head.

buzzing-

With a flash of light, the blade left a deep trench in the ground, but Zhao Yingkong felt no sensation of hitting anything solid.

She wasn't surprised. She glanced to the side at a spot ten meters behind her, where the clone Zhao Zhuikong was standing, completely unharmed except for a trace of blood on his neck.

The Light of the Soul - Step by Step (Incomplete Version)

This is the rudimentary form of the Mind's Light in the Space system. Even though it has not yet fully awakened, it is already terrifying enough.

In the original work, whether it is the clone or the original Zhao Zhuikong, he can travel freely within a kilometer with just this incomplete spiritual light, which is much more convenient than ordinary teleportation ability.

At the same time, when this high-phase movement returns to reality, it causes objects to overlap directly, achieving devastating destruction at the spatial level, theoretically ignoring most defenses.

This is also why the two Zhao Zhuikongs, despite having almost no bloodline-related enhancements, could still be deeply feared by many fourth-tier beings.

"Little Apple, you're not the same as before..."

The clone Zhao Zhuikong narrowed his eyes slightly, looking the girl in front of him up and down, whose appearance had changed drastically.

At this moment, the other person was at least 20 centimeters taller than at the beginning, with a slender and graceful figure and perfect curves that made it impossible to look away.

But beneath that uniquely made black combat suit, there seemed to be intense energy fluctuations, like a volcanic eruption, with every tiny muscle and cell working frantically, radiating a violent aura.

Without a doubt, as an assassin, Zhao Yingkong's current state is undoubtedly a failure.

Even before making a move, he exudes such a strong presence, clearly telling others that he is up to no good. Rather than an assassin, he is more like a berserker.

Thinking of this, the clone Zhao Zhuikong couldn't help but shake his head, suddenly feeling as if his own little apple had grown up ugly.

"before?"

However, at that moment, Zhao Yingkong suddenly tilted her head, and her beast-like eyes revealed a playful look, with a touch more sinister than before.

"It is indeed quite different. After all, I am just a secondary personality created from the remnants of Rui Kong. Those memories were also given to me by you. No matter how similar they are, they can never be the real Zhao Ying Kong."

"?!!!"

Upon hearing this, the clone Zhao Zhuikong's face changed drastically, turning as white as paper, but his eyes simultaneously turned blood red.

He controlled the inner demons that were about to erupt due to the stimulation, staring intently at Zhao Yingkong, trying to discern something from her expression. After a long while, he asked with difficulty, "How did you know... no, who exactly are you now, a demon from the Van Helsing world?"

"Oh! You actually know about this?"

This time, Zhao Yingkong was somewhat surprised, but she quickly recovered: "I almost forgot, Wang Chaozong and the other two were copied into the Demon Squad after I killed them back then, so it's not surprising that you know this." "Answer me!"

The clone Zhao Zhuikong growled, "Who exactly are you?"

"I know what you're worried about..."

Raising her left hand, Zhao Yingkong pointed to her enormous conscience with her slender index finger and said, "She's still here, but she's sleeping even more soundly than before, thanks to that demon, and... my man."

"Your...man?"

The clone Zhao Zhuikong murmured the word repeatedly, even the red in his eyes faded a little, but he was still quite shocked by this sudden bad news.

"Yes, my man."

Zhao Yingkong's lips curled up again. Whether she had been influenced by someone or by the bloodline of the Golden Horned Beast, she had somehow learned to speak in a strange, untrained way: "Speaking of which, you should have fought him before. How was it? Was he strong?"

"Last time in the Van Helsing world, it was he who helped me destroy that demon and made me understand the meaning of my own existence. And shortly after that, I became one of his lovers, and we slept neck to neck every night..."

"Shut up!!!"

Amidst the roar, a storm created by the simple swing of a dagger swept across the surroundings, causing violent tremors in this unknown space.

Zhao Yingkong neither dodged nor avoided the blows. The bracelet on her wrist emitted a golden light that spread all over her body, allowing the wind blades, which were powerful enough to tear through steel, to strike her, sparking countless golden and red sparks.

That bracelet was a magical artifact created by Chu Xuan by combining divine craftsmanship with scientific methods. In the Main God Space, it was at least equivalent to a B-grade item. Apart from being usable only by the user, its defensive power was in no way inferior to the Heavenly Ring, especially against pure physical damage, where its upper limit was extremely high.

Without exaggeration, even if Zhao Zhuikong, a beginner with no prior experience, worked himself to death, he wouldn't be able to harm a single hair on Zhao Yingkong's body without using the Light of the Mind.

"You're getting angry? I haven't even told you about your little apple's current situation!"

As Zhao Yingkong said this, she raised the Tiger Soul Blade in her hand and placed it on her right side, preparing to sweep it horizontally.

Upon seeing this, the clone Zhao Zhuikong was already prepared to use the Inch Step technique to launch a fatal attack.

There's something wrong with his little apple; the one occupying this body now is just a corrupted and mutated soul that must be eliminated.

But just as the clone Zhao Zhuikong was on high alert, his vision suddenly became blurry, as if he had blacked out from drinking, and he was completely disconnected from the world.

By the time he realized what was happening, a tearing pain shot through his chest, and a powerful force swept over him, causing the clone Zhao Zhuikong to fly backward, coughing up blood, like a kite with a broken string.

Zhao Yingkong sheathed the Tiger Soul Blade, coldly watching the struggling figure get up, and laughed, "What a pity, you're just a clone, otherwise I might be happier right now."

"But it doesn't matter, just consider it a rehearsal, and I'll gain some experience from you!"

As she spoke, Zhao Yingkong raised her sword again, holding it high above her head: "Be careful, this time I'll use [Annihilation]. This is your little apple, Zhao Yingkong's spiritual light, don't die so easily!"

As the word "了" fell, an ominous gray blade of light burst forth, filling the entire field of vision of the clone Zhao Zhuikong.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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