Jackie Chan Adventures: I, the Mirror God, Master of Fear

Chapter 106 This is the right kind of counterattack!

Beneath the magnificent moon palace.

Amidst the faint, black mist resembling willow catkins, a white aura gradually emerged.

A girl holding a staff, with pure white eyes and hair that moved without wind, emerged from the white aura.

She silently gazed at the high throne.

On the throne, that imposing figure looked down at her, his eyes seemingly showing some surprise, but mostly silence.

The girl lowered her eyes, seemingly avoiding the old king's gaze, or perhaps simply out of pity for the desiccated corpse at her feet.

The mummified corpse had white hair, a Taoist robe, and extremely wrinkled skin. Its cracked eyes seemed to still hold a hint of disbelief.

Before the mummified corpse, fragments of longswords lay scattered across the moon's surface, which was covered in sword marks, seemingly telling the story of the intensity of that battle.

Saint Touyu looked at the staff in his hand, then at the shattered longsword on the ground.

A hint of dissatisfaction appeared in his silent yet pure eyes.

She raised her hand and tossed it away.

The staff in his hand flew out.

Then make a grasping motion with your hand.

The divine sword trembled slightly, its immense aura of justice surging and roaring.

But the next moment, what flew back was the discarded staff. The peach wood staff trembled slightly, as if it were dissatisfied or aggrieved.

Saint Touyu looked at the staff with even more dissatisfaction. It was clear that she really disliked the wooden staff and preferred the ornate longsword.

On the throne, Zhou Lan had already stood up.

His four hands were tucked into his sleeves, and his gaze toward the girl was devoid of emotion.

He approached step by step, while a wave of uncertainty swirled behind him.

The stars throughout the entire universe are twinkling, guarding the king of the moon.

However, the prevailing trend of uncertainty could not suppress the purest form of justice.

Saint Totama seemed to be deep in thought, gripping his staff with both hands and then beginning to exert force.

The wooden staff trembled incessantly, gradually softening and bending under the influence of a pure will.

It trembled with extreme reluctance, and finally dissipated into scattered points of green light.

These rays of light rushed toward the longsword on the ground, turning back every few steps, and gradually enveloped it.

Boom~
An immense amount of righteous energy erupted from the ground.

A blue phantom seemed to rise from the ruins, staring at the demon in front of it as if to say that it could fight again.

The longsword was continuously pieced together and gradually became complete. The wood grain slowly enveloped the longsword, shortening its 1.3-meter blade to better suit the girl's size.

In the void behind the throne, the crimson light screen reappeared, and the demons within were all watching this scene. The blue hippopotamus, the blue and white serpentine, and the brown minotaur kept cursing and mocking, spewing vulgarities at the figure.

At this moment, Zhou Lan also had some disappointment in his eyes. It seemed that the new era did not have anything of its own. It always tried to use the old gods to seal the old king.

Just as she was thinking about it, the disappointment in Zhou Lan's eyes lessened and replaced by a hint of interest.

Because, before the figure in the blue Taoist robe could solidify, a white hand grasped it and crushed it.

The longsword trembled suddenly, and the longsword, which already lacked spiritual energy, was now completely 'dead'.

The longsword was also completely wooden.

It flew back into the girl's hand.

A hint of satisfaction appeared in the girl's pure white eyes. Very good, this was the exclusive weapon she wanted.

Behind the girl, in a short time, an old man and a young man in blue appeared.

Saint Totama glanced back, stared at the young man for a moment, and then raised the ornate wooden sword in his hand.

This wooden sword is ninety centimeters long, with a peach blossom blooming at the end of the hilt, making it look like a finely crafted toy.

'Xiaoyu'

Sound cannot travel in a vacuum, and magic did not grant him the power to speak.

But the girl's pure white eyes curved slightly, as if she was happy to receive a response.

In this world, Saint Seiya only recognizes the brave.

"Go away, demons and monsters! Go away, demons and monsters! Go away!"

Voices filled with a sense of justice rang out continuously.

Zhou Lan tilted her head slightly, her scarlet eyes sweeping across the arena.

The second round of backlash was greater than he had imagined.

but
not enough.

Wilderness descends.

The moonlight grew increasingly piercing.

The crisis on the field suddenly escalated.

The lotus bud was the first to transform into petals, carrying the aura of the gods as it instantly attacked Zhou Lan.

As the lotus bud passed over the girl, it drew near.

Zhou Lan raised her hand and squeezed.

Touch~
Justice has been shattered.

The lotus buds turned into pollen and dispersed.

The same trick, no matter how many times it's used, has no effect.

Zheng~
The longsword struck, and a powerful force of righteous magic suddenly drew near.

The girl charged forward at lightning speed, the longsword in her hand devoid of any divine aura; Saint Seiya has never relied on gods.

To be precise, Saint Seiya are the successors of the gods, the leaders of justice, and the embodiment of the hope of all races.

Hope, however, does not need the power of others; it represents a miracle in itself.

Zhou Lan's gaze remained indifferent.

The will of the devil has descended.

The two auxiliary arms on his abdomen opened simultaneously, and a strange power suddenly descended.

At this moment, the gravity on the entire moon increases infinitely.

The speed of the Saint's Jewel dropped sharply.

Not far away, Jackie Chan and his father suddenly collapsed to the ground, their bones cracking and popping, as if they were about to die at any moment.

Saint Doyle noticed this, and despite the gravity being hundreds of times stronger than Earth's, she didn't hesitate at all. She turned around instantly and appeared in front of her father and Jackie Chan as if nothing had happened.

A surge of pure righteousness erupted, and both of them simultaneously coughed up blood, their auras rapidly dissipating. A hint of anger flashed in Saint Doyle's eyes. This was the second time; why did these demons always target her Hero Killer?

With a raised hand, the auras of the father and Jackie Chan that had vanished so quickly returned.

Her pale face gradually regained its rosy hue.

'Dad? Dad?'

Despite his discomfort, Jackie Chan hurriedly shook his father, who was lying motionless with his eyes closed, his eyes filled with confusion and fear.

Saint Totem quickly healed the two, and after their injuries were completely stabilized.

She spoke with some difficulty, "I'm dizzy."

oooo~
Just then, a wolf howl rang out.

Saint Totama suddenly turned his head.

The silent monarch had already ascended into the sky. On his purple and red Taoist robe, the wolf king was worshipping the moon. Behind the monarch, a full moon appeared.

Above that full moon were countless pavilions and palaces, which looked like the legendary Guanghan Palace. Countless phantoms came and went in the palace, making it look extremely prosperous.

An overwhelming sense of crisis enveloped Saint Doyoku's heart.

She met the demon's gaze.

I could clearly see a kind of weariness, and also a kind of indifference, in his eyes.

It felt as if they were about to execute some insignificant ants, making one feel suffocated and fearful.

Saint Doyot ignored her and drew a circle on the surface of the moon with her longsword.

"Don't come out."

She seemed to speak very little.

He always speaks with some difficulty.

She turned to look at Zhou Lan, her eyes filled with rage: "You bully the weak...you'll die!"

Listen to the words brought by the authority of hope.

Zhou Lan silently looked down at these guys who carried 95% righteous destiny, without any response, raised his hand, and pressed down.

That newly appeared full moon, carrying with it palaces and pavilions, the oppressive aura of demons, the majesty of monarchs, and the barbarity and grandeur of the demonic age, fell.

The entire starry sky seemed to brighten at this moment, shimmering with its own light behind Zhou Lan.

The power of the stars, following the illusory moon and representing a barbaric era, slammed into the Saint Jewel.

At this moment, a powerful surge of righteous energy converged wildly, drawing a straight line across the moon as the Saintly Jade raced forward, hurtling straight toward the moon.

The two sides are getting closer and closer.

Behind Saint Dot, the radiance of civilization seemed to appear, and her power surged infinitely at this moment.

She has always held the power of hope. After the Age of Demons, whenever the world is plunged into darkness, the Saints will always appear to bring light and peace to the world.

The moment when the brilliance of civilization resonates with the ancient stars.

Civilization and order, the past and the wilderness, collide at this moment.

Zheng~
A sword light collided with the bright moon.

The lights of civilization echo the stars.

Saint Totama gritted her teeth, staring intently at the guys behind the moon. These damned demons always bullied her hero; they were simply unforgivable!

A powerful, milky-white light burst forth as she slowly walked into the moon, a symbol of past glory.

The incredibly sharp sword light gradually pierced the moon, sliced ​​through the starlight, destroyed pavilions and towers, and struck the old king.

hum~
The gravity around us was becoming increasingly intense.

Saint Dojutsu's longsword struck Zhou Lan, tearing his robes, and then...
boo~
Saint Totama was stunned, watching the longsword in his hand turn into bubbles and disappear, and looked up with some confusion.

She saw a pair of indifferent yet dignified eyes. Some of the weariness in those eyes had faded, but they remained silent.

"good."

With a brief assessment, Saint Touyu felt an increasingly powerful will suddenly descend upon her, and all images vanished from her sight.

"Xiaoyu."

hum~
Not far away, Jackie Chan's voice broke the silence and spread across the moon.

His eyes were filled with tears. His father was still unconscious, and Xiaoyu was floating in the void, her fate unknown.

He disregarded everything else and stepped out of the circle drawn by the Saint Seiya.

hum~
The gravity, hundreds of times stronger than that of Earth, made his body tremble, but he still took another step with difficulty. He glared angrily at Zhou Lan, who ignored him and reached out to Xiao Yu.

His steps quickened, and the shattered justice around him suddenly surged back.

It was frantically poured into Jackie Chan's body.

Wow.
A sound like the ocean echoed across the moon.

Jackie Chan's eyes gradually filled with gray, and the emotions in his eyes quickly disappeared.

He left behind afterimages under hundreds of times the pressure.

Flying kick.

hum~
Almost all the righteous energy gathered on him at this moment.

Zhou Lan raised her hand in surprise.

A small moon appeared.

But the next moment, a flying kick destroyed the moon, and with immense force of justice, it slammed into the real moon.

thump~
The entire moon trembled.

Countless grains of dust rose up, but under immense pressure, they transformed into bullets and fell rapidly.

The young man in blue gently picked up the girl and stepped outside the circle drawn by the Saint Seiya, placing Tama inside.

He turned to look at Zhou Lan, his expression still gentle, his gray eyes devoid of any killing intent.

Wow.
But at this moment, a thin layer of gray liquid appeared on the entire moon.

From within the liquid, figures bound by chains and wearing wide-brimmed hats emerged and surrounded the circle.

Behind Zhou Lan, within the crimson curtain, Basha suddenly broke down, cursing wildly, but her words couldn't reach the battlefield.

But a hint of satisfaction appeared in Zhou Lan's eyes.

That's right, that's the kind of counterattack we should be doing; that's the power of the new era.

How can one use the power of the past to refuse the return of past glories?

(End of this chapter)