Why can't humans do it too?

With each punch and kick, Jibril seemed to see a pair of illusory eyes flickering behind this otherworldly creature, with six-sided halos residing in their pupils.

She had realized that she had been deceived. The damage to the weed was definitely not as serious as it appeared. Otherwise, it would never have expended so much energy to cast the spell, and the visible sprites were gathering together like silk threads.

Bang!

Arms clashed against arm, both Sull and Jibril felt the same pain, but neither of them showed any intention of stopping. For a moment, only dull sounds echoed in the ruins, the muffled thuds of flesh being struck.

Bang!

Aside from some dodging attacks on vital areas, it eventually turned into a monotonous exchange of punches, with both of them holding on and waiting for the other to fall first.

Even though she had already sensed the presence of the spell, Jibril had no intention of going beyond Sul to interfere with or kill Xinke. She seemed fixated on this point, determined to defeat this otherworldly creature head-on with her own fists.

Unable to understand, Suer blinked hard, trying to squeeze all the sweat that had gotten into her eyes, but to no avail. She could only shake her head vigorously to shake off the sweat and blood dripping from her face.

The Skywing species opposite was smiling.

He laughed in a way that Suer couldn't understand.

His face was covered in Sul's crimson blood, making his seemingly cheerful smile appear extremely distorted. However, Sul could clearly feel the joy of this Skywing creature at this moment. Even the anger from before had disappeared at some point, and only this chilling killing intent remained unchanged.

madman.

He was a madman he couldn't even imagine.

How much longer does he need to hold on?

Even though Xin Ke was already controlling the blood in his body and it wouldn't be wasted, Su Er didn't know how much blood he had smeared on the face of that Skywing creature during such a long entanglement. The words of the Forging God kept echoing in his ears—with the Skywing creature's elf quantity, could his blood really have any effect?

Unwilling to consider the worst-case scenario, Su'er, his consciousness numbed by pain, firmly believed that his blood could fulfill its mission.

Yes, it's definitely possible... even if it's just a little bit.

A silent blank.

After hesitating for a long time, Suer belatedly realized something: after temporarily separating from their entangled brawl, the pink-haired Skywing had not attacked again.

Unable to even maintain her buoyancy, Jibril knelt on one knee, panting heavily like Sull. But unlike Sull's numb cheeks, the pink-haired Skywing seemed to be intoxicated, her eyes narrowed and her smile widening.

“Interesting…this feeling,” Jibril opened her eyes and staggered to her feet. “Completely different from past battles…though it wasn’t even a proper warm-up.”

She was enjoying it.

"Although it was just physical exercise, I did feel a strange surge of excitement... This collision of souls, life-or-death struggle, and the splashing of blood was unexpectedly wonderful," the pink-haired winged creature sighed deeply, her eyes slightly narrowed as if savoring the moment once more. "One-sided torment is so boring, what's the difference between that and pouring water into an anthill and watching the ants struggle... Ah~, thinking about it that way, it seems kind of interesting? Hehehe~"

"..."

no respond.

Putting aside this set of values ​​that Suer could not comprehend at all, he was even afraid that if he opened his mouth, he would vomit a mouthful of blood, exhale his last breath, and then collapse.

Sul scoffed inwardly at Jibril's suggestion to move her body—no matter how you looked at it, the Skywing race's condition was far from good; she was just being stubborn.

"Not going to answer?" Sue's reaction seemed to bore Jibril. She tilted her head and said, "I don't see any sign of giving up in your eyes. Do you have any other trump cards up your sleeve?"

Hu~hu~

Her only response was still heavy breathing.

"I don't know what you and those weeds over there are up to, but this weakling—ugh! So annoying!!"

Talking to himself, then shouting at himself, the pink-haired winged creature stomped his feet in dissatisfaction and wiped away the tears streaming from his eyes with his arm—crying?!

This shocking fact even brought a jolt of clarity to Suer's numb mind.

"So annoying, so annoying, so annoying!" the pink-haired Skywing girl screamed, tears streaming down her face like a babbling brook instead of decreasing.

"It hurts!"

The more one tries to wipe away the tears, the more turbulent they flow, completely defying their owner's will—just like a real child.

The Skywing race...cried?

Why do life forms composed purely of energy also shed tears?

Chapter 149 Poisoned Wine

During this brief respite, the pink-haired winged creature's body seemed to finally cool down a bit from that excitement and agitation, and tears uncontrollably streamed down its face.

Sur was so shocked that he could hardly believe his eyes, and so was Xin Ke—in the records and information of the Forest Elves, they had never encountered such a young Skywing, nor had they ever killed a Skywing. So even Xin Ke didn't know how these monsters would react when they were in a disadvantageous situation.

Incomprehensible.

Suer thought that the instinct to cry was only for fragile mortals like herself. What was the God of War thinking when he created the Winged Race, that he gave them this ability?

Or is it just that this Skywing species in front of us is special?

The question remained unanswered, because while Sull was still in shock, the pink-haired winged creature charged towards him.

The fact that she was crying in front of the enemy because of her body's uncontrollable instincts made Jibril feel extremely ashamed. This inconvenience caused by her child form was simply humiliating. She wiped her cheeks haphazardly with her arm, and in a fit of rage, she stomped the ground and pounced on Sull.

"Hahahaha, come on! Let's fight! Use your fists! And this pain! I'll give it all back to you!! Hahahaha!!!"

Unlike her previous silence, the pink-haired Skywing seemed to have broken free of some kind of restraint. She was laughing wildly, laughing through her tears, which fell into the air as she was struck. She laughed and cried at the same time, like a mad beast.

He had been reduced to a situation where he could only desperately defend and dodge. Suer kept dodging, using his bent forearm to block the mad punches of the Skywing. The fists, which were not big, had amazing power and speed, as if nails were hitting his forearm.

Suer could almost hear his bones shattering. Even his body, strengthened by Xin Ke's magic, was on the verge of collapsing. At that point, even Xin Ke would be unable to make him raise that arm again.

He needs a machine change!

The more critical the moment, the calmer Suer became. He didn't just rely on Xinke to fill the gaps by forcibly manipulating his body. With his enhanced and sharpened eyes, protected by his arms, Suer stared intently at the pink-haired Skywing, waiting for that sliver of an opening to appear.

It's coming, it's almost here! Suer had clearly noticed that the high-frequency punches of the Skywing race had slowed down considerably. Limited by her physical strength, even she was feeling tired—and at this very moment!

Forcibly reversing the dodge command given by Xin Ke, Su Er gritted his teeth and endured the attack from the Skywing!

His heart seemed to stop for a few seconds from the impact, and all that was in front of him was darkness, but he had finally waited for it.

Using his arm to separate the Skywing's arm from the other side, Suer's outstretched hand had already passed through the Skywing's waist, and he used all his strength to grab the base of the small wing that extended outward from the waist. At this moment, there was nothing else in his world.

Tear it apart!!!

The screams that followed were from the Skywing race, but they quickly disappeared. The moment she relaxed her attack because of the pain was the horn of Sull's counterattack!

A punch to the winged creature's chin shut her up, and with a frequency no less than Jibril's earlier attacks, Suer mustered all her strength and pounded the pink-haired winged creature's face again and again!

It hurts! It hurts so much! I even feel dizzy!

Subconsciously, she closed her eyes tightly, even temporarily blocking out her tears. Jibril gripped Sul's shoulders tightly, her sharp nails digging deep into Sul's flesh.

She pounded her knees into Suer's chest and lungs, but after a few blows she felt it wasn't enough; her size was simply too much of a disadvantage. So Jibril simply kicked Suer's abdomen with all her might.

The suffocating pain made Su Er feel as if his internal organs were all tangled up, but even so, he never let go. Holding his breath, the two of them were locked in a tangle, mechanically striking each other until one of them finally collapsed.

"Aaaaaaaaaa!!!"

His eyes were bulging and bloodshot, and Suer's vision had become dim, so blurry that he could hardly see anything. Even his ears were gradually losing their ability to hear. He slowly returned to that blank world, where the hazy, colorful figures were those of the Skywing race.

Tearing at the wound on his palm, making the crimson blood flow even more freely, Suer pressed his palm forcefully above the pink-haired Skywing's mouth and nose, which were involuntarily wide open in pain, harder and harder!

A strange blood, unknown to the Skywing race, flowed over her lips, down her throat, and then dissipated into the ocean of elves.

Unaware of these subtle details, Suer tightened his grip on the Skywing's wings and pressed his other hand firmly against her cheek.

My blood, my soul.

Drink it.

If God truly exists—

Please let my flesh and blood have a purpose.

Let us...live on.

Praying in this suffocating world.

The palm seemed to be in excruciating pain, but it was nothing compared to the pain all over the body—was it that the Skywing creature had bitten off a piece of flesh out of anger?

That's really...wonderful...

live...

Let us live...

He didn't fall, and even though he was on the verge of fainting, he tried his best to maintain his consciousness. Suer knew that he couldn't fall here. After experiencing so much, his spirit was as hard as steel, and he stood up by holding onto an invisible thread.

I don't know when it started, but the pink-haired winged creature gradually slowed down its kicking, and eventually stopped moving altogether. Suer felt the ten fingers embedded in his shoulders gradually being pulled out, feeling cool and even a little empty.

As he loosened his clenched hands, Suer could clearly feel his blood eager to leave his body, yet guided by a mysterious force, it flowed back along its natural course.

Stunned, Su'er turned her head and saw Xin Ke still leaning against the ancient tree. The two looked at each other silently.

I wanted to laugh, but I had no energy left.

Freed from its restraints, the Skywing staggered a few steps before finally losing its balance and falling backward onto the ground. It then struggled to get up again.

"I won."

A flat, hoarse voice.

However, upon hearing this faint, almost inaudible sound, the Skywing, who was still struggling to get up, suddenly froze—but then relaxed abruptly a moment later.

He lay there on his back, motionless.