While I was chanting a curse, the system said I was Xiao Yan?

Chapter 180 (5 points)

Duluf's smile stretched wider and wider across his withered face, and a light of almost frenzied excitement shone in his cloudy gray eyes.

He stood on the steps of the teaching building, his two withered fingers tracing lines in the air, as if he were conducting an invisible symphony.

"How many can you dodge?"

The two shikigami crisscrossed in the air, leaving invisible cutting lines that were imperceptible in the daylight. The lines sliced ​​across the ground, neatly leveling a patch of gravel, and then swept upwards, severing a crooked lamppost in half.

The sound of metal breaking was short and dull. The upper part of the street lamp slid down the fracture and hit the roof of a car with a loud bang.

Tianyan's figure weaved through the net, his footsteps landing precisely on the cracked tile floor, each step landing precisely in the gap between the two cutting lines.

He shifted three meters to the left, and a line cut across him at neck height, severing a lamppost behind him at its base.

He slid forward, and another line came from behind, grazing his back and cutting a neat slit in the back of his college uniform.

His steps were steady; his soul power was like a map unfolded, projecting the position and trajectory changes of every line into his consciousness in real time.

The cutting lines extending from the shikigami's flight path appeared in his mind as moving arcs of light. He moved through the gaps in those arcs, his body like a leaf blown by the wind, swaying between the impenetrable blades.

Doruf's fingers moved faster and faster, and the shikigami's flight path became denser and more complex, like drawing a net in the air that was being tightened continuously.

The number of cutting lines is increasing. Originally there was only one, now there are two, then three. They intersect at different heights, weaving together to form a three-dimensional trap with almost no blind spots.

Tianyan's body dodged the two lines that swept past simultaneously during a side spin. The soles of his shoes drew an arc on the ground, and his body flipped half a circle in the air. The line swept past the hem of his rolled-up clothes, cutting a neat notch in the edge of the hem.

He turned sideways the moment he landed, and the third line cut across him in less than a palm's width, splitting a dilapidated wall in the distance in two.

"Not bad, not bad."

Duluf's voice came from above the steps, with a hint of amusement as if watching a performance: "You're much more agile than those guys before; most of them couldn't even make it past the first round."

Tianyan did not answer. His body continued to move through the network of lines, but his gaze had shifted from the cutting lines to the flight paths of the two shikigami.

The flight paths of the shikigami are indeed very complicated, but after observation, their patterns become clear.

Their turning is rhythmic. After each intersection, they pull away a certain distance, then change direction simultaneously and rejoin each other. The turning timing of the two shikigami is almost synchronized, with an interval of about half a second.

That was the moment they were closest to each other, the moment the cutting line was pulled the tightest, and also the moment when the position of that line was most predictable.

Tianyan tapped the ground with his right foot, and his body slid sideways several meters away again. A cutting line grazed the sole of his shoe, leaving a thin, shallow mark on the ground.

He adjusted his center of gravity while gliding, raised his hands from his sides, palms facing each other, and then brought them together in front of him with his fingers interlaced. Pink light began to gather in the gap between his palms.

Duluf noticed the movement: "Hmm?"

The first shikigami was flying past him from the left, its wings leaving a blurry trail in the air. The second shikigami had just turned and was merging with him from the right in an arc in the same direction. The distance between them was decreasing, and the invisible cutting line was being straightened.

Tianyan suddenly spread his hands apart to the sides, palms facing outwards, and pushed them out simultaneously in the direction where the two shikigami were about to meet.

The two balls of pink fire that had gathered in his palms suddenly expanded the moment they left his hands, transforming into two roaring fire dragons. They were entirely pink and carried a unique, sweet scent. The fire dragons pounced on the two shikigami from two directions at the same time, so fast that they left only two pink afterimages in the air.

Duluf yanked his fingers back sharply, trying to pull the two shikigami back to a safe distance, but the shikigami needed time to turn around, while the pink fire was flying extremely fast.

Two fire dragons arced through the shikigami's flight path, striking them simultaneously at the moment when the two shikigami were closest to each other, which was also the moment when they were most vulnerable to being hit.

The pink flames engulfed the two shikigami.

Before the shikigami could even let out a complete cry, their bodies began to disintegrate the moment they came into contact with the pink flames. The membrane of magical power on their wings charred and shattered rapidly like paper that had been burned through. From head to tail, the entire process took less than a second. The two shikigami turned into two charred wrecks in the pink flames and then completely dissipated.

The invisible cutting line snapped at the same moment, making a very soft "snap".

Duluf's pupils contracted sharply. His fingers remained hooked, but the two shikigami had completely vanished. His body instinctively sprang backward, his hands crossing in front of him, trying to reassemble new shikigami.

But Tianyan's figure had already disappeared from the spot. His explosive step created a shockwave on the ground, sending rubble and dust flying in all directions. In that instant, his body traversed the approximately fifteen-meter distance between the two of them.

His right fist slammed upwards, striking precisely between Duruf's hands as he was re-forming hand seals.

"Bang!"

The sound was deep and resonant. The force of the punch violently shook Duruf's hands apart, and the half-formed shikigami outline he had just condensed silently disintegrated in mid-air. He staggered back two steps, his back slamming into the concrete door frame at the entrance of the teaching building with a dull thud.

Tianyan's second punch followed immediately, without any fancy moves, only pure speed and power!

The fist slammed into Duruf's chest, and the immense force poured into the withered body the moment of contact, seeping inward along the gaps in the bones and muscles, like a stream of water compressed to its limit bursting inside the shell.

Duluf's body arched backward suddenly, his feet leaving the ground, and he was like a cannonball launched into the air, flying through the dilapidated glass door of the teaching building, shards of glass flying everywhere!

His body landed on the tiled floor inside the corridor, slid for another two or three meters before stopping, lying on his back. There was a clear dent in the chest of his old robe, with several cracks along the edges. Blood seeping from the cracks left several fine streaks on the tiled floor.

Tianyan walked in through the broken door frame, his steps unhurried, the soles of his shoes making a slight crunching sound on the broken glass. He stopped two steps in front of Duruf, squatted down, stretched out his right hand, spread his five fingers, and precisely gripped Duruf's throat, lifting him off the ground.

Duluf raised his head, his cloudy gray eyes filled with anger and resentment, a trickle of bright red liquid seeping from the corner of his mouth, dripping down his chin onto the ground.

Tianyan's voice was calm as he looked at Duluf's face, which was slightly contorted with pain: "Add a rule using 100 points: players can freely transfer points between each other."

Duluf's lips slowly parted into a strange smile, a smile that seemed to hold the air of someone who had heard something amusing.

"I see, so points can be used in this way?"

"I received some good news."

"However, transferring points?"

A hoarse, suffocating laugh escaped Duruf's throat. His voice was broken and intermittent, though the mockery remained undiminished: "You went to all this trouble to come find me—just for this?"

He grinned, revealing a set of yellowed teeth, the black lines on his face contorting slightly with the movement of his muscles: "You want to save those ordinary people? Those insects whose magical power is so weak it's almost nonexistent?"

He chuckled, a sound that jarred in the empty corridor: "What disgusting mercy. The Death Migration is a feast for the strong; the more of those insects that die, the better. You want me to add this rule? Once I figure out how to add rules, I'll add one: 'Everyone except sorcerers dies instantly.' What do you think?"

His laughter grew even more grating: "Do you know how I got these hundred-plus points? Every single one of them I killed, I watched them die with my own eyes. Those ordinary people—they begged for mercy, they ran away, they didn't even know why they were dying—"

"You think I'd use my grades to save them?!"

Tianyan's fingers tightened slightly, interrupting Duluf's voice for a moment, but the smile on his face did not disappear; instead, a more dangerous light flashed in his gray eyes.

Just then, Tianyan's soul perception detected a slight disturbance behind him.

About a kilometer behind him, in the shadow of the ruins of the teaching building, two tiny fluctuations of magical energy were rapidly taking shape, like two miniature shikigami silently coalescing under the cover of broken bricks and steel bars.

They were only the size of a fist, but the cursed power structure within them was already complete. Two tiny cutting lines were extending from their sides, taut, silently slicing towards the back of Tianyan's head.

Duluf's smile widened, a triumphant glint flashing in his turbid eyes. He was stalling for time, waiting for Tianyan's attention to be fully focused on the direct negotiations, giving him enough time to deliver this blow from behind!

Tianyan didn't turn around. The moment he sensed the line approaching, he pushed off the ground with both feet, his body leaping up and flipping half a circle in the air, passing over Duruf's head and landing behind him.

The two miniature shikigami had reached their speed limit. They completed their final intersecting pose in mid-air, and the taut cutting lines sliced ​​straight forward.

Originally aimed at the back of Tianyan's head, but Tianyan disappeared, and the taut line lost its target in mid-air, continuing to extend forward, directly towards Duluf's face!

Duruf's pupils contracted sharply in that instant. He saw the line sweeping towards him and instinctively wanted to control the shikigami to stop. He could do that.

"Bang!"

Tianyan landed about half a meter behind Dulufu. The moment his right foot touched the ground, he had already gathered all his strength. Then, he twisted his waist and swung his right leg forward, hitting Dulufu's back precisely!

The force of that kick traveled through the withered body, propelling him forward!

Duruf's body flew forward, heading straight for the invisible cutting line that extended from his own spell.

"Pfft!"

The sound was short and muffled, like someone cutting into a damp wooden board with an extremely sharp knife.

Duluf's body stiffened slightly in mid-air, then slid down to the sides from the waist, his upper and lower body separating along that invisible cut, the cut as clean as if it had been laser-cut!

His upper body landed on the ground, slid forward a little, and finally stopped next to a pile of broken glass. His cloudy eyes were still open, the light in his pupils becoming empty in that instant. His mouth was slightly open, and before he could utter the last syllable, a mouthful of blood gushed out.

Then the body began to convulse and die completely.

Tianyan stood a few steps behind Duluf, looking at the two sections of the body that were slowly coming to a stop moving, his eyes filled with disgust.

What kind of class do you think you are, to die the same way as the King?!

The winged, skull-faced insect reappeared on his shoulder, its mouthparts opening and closing, its voice carrying that standardized, mechanical quality: "5 points added!"

Tianyan glanced at the insect. The Death Migration was indeed designed for mutual slaughter. No matter how many points the other party had, when it was killed, it was only worth 5 points.

Amidst the desolate ruins of the campus, a deep yet excited voice suddenly rang out, penetrating the collapsed walls and shattered window frames to reach Tianyan's ears clearly.

"What a fantastic performance, buddy."

The voice carried an undisguised excitement, like an audience member applauding after watching a great show.

Following the sound, Tianyan looked and saw a burly man standing on a pile of rocks about thirty meters away from the teaching building outside the school wall.

He was wearing a black leather jacket, worn over his shoulders, revealing his muscular chest. What was most striking was his hairstyle: an extremely exaggerated pompadour, with every strand of hair seemingly glued in a forward-facing direction, like the muzzle of a cannon.

His face had strong features, prominent cheekbones, and a wide smile revealed a row of neat white teeth.

He stood there, hands in his leather jacket pockets, head tilted, looking at Tianyan with bright eyes, as if he had discovered a prey that excited him greatly.

"Excellent, excellent!"

He spoke, his voice louder than before, filled with undisguised admiration: "I've been watching for a while now, and those moves you just made really had power!"

Tian Yan turned around to face him directly, his gaze lingering on the smiling face for a moment before he got straight to the point: "Do you deserve a perfect score?"

Shi Liulong blinked, as if he hadn't expected the other party to be so direct, and then his smile widened: "Yes."

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"Can you transfer it to me?"

Shi Liulong paused for a moment, then burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the empty campus, making the broken glass tremble slightly: "Hahahaha! Interesting! You're a really interesting guy!"

He finished laughing, took a deep breath, and looked at Tianyan again, his gaze even more intense than before: "Okay!"

"A little over a hundred points is nothing to me, it's a piece of cake."

He took a step forward, the weight of his foot pressing down on the gravel, making it creak and groan: "As long as you satisfy me!"