Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 785 - Four Hundred and Ninety-Three: The End

Chapter 785: Chapter Four Hundred and Ninety-Three: The End

As the Will-spirit dispersed unrestrainedly, a terrifying darkness and deathly silence descended upon the eerie willow forest.

O’Reilly retreated.

In the blink of an eye, she withdrew dozens of meters, creating distance between herself and Xu Yuan.

Although he sometimes found it hard to stomach that guy who could show off even more than he could, Xu Yuan had to admit that he had a keen eye for judging the state of battle.

Perhaps O’Reilly had truly deceived Xu Changge with her exquisite acting skills and hidden plans, successfully concealing her true strength, but none of these affected Xu Changge’s judgment on the outcome of the battle between Xu Yuan and O’Reilly.

O’Reilly’s Spellcraft might be very powerful, and her defense spells might be hard to penetrate, but none of that changed the fatal weakness of her frail body.

And now, his body naturally countered her glass cannon’s nature.

Standing in place, Xu Yuan glanced at his shoulders, pierced through by ice spears.

There, something akin to flesh—the Black Death Mycelial Mat—was slowly writhing, stitching up his wounds.

It hurt, but the feeling of detachment caused by the piercing of his clavicles was gradually dissipating.

After a brief gaze, Xu Yuan’s eyes moved upward to the encompassing Thousand-Thorn Ghost Willow.

As the price for forcibly using the Black Death Mycelial Mat to heal his wounds, he would inevitably suffer agonizing pain after this battle, but now was not the time to worry about that.

Under the shroud of the Black Mist, the Ghost Willow that had been growing unconsciously around him suddenly reacted.

As if to comply, delight, or please, countless drooping willow branches started to ripple silently.

Xu Yuan felt as though through the Black Mist Spirit, he had become connected to this willow forest.

He was both the king of this Ghost Forest and a part of it.

With that thought in mind, Xu Yuan’s gaze once again fell upon that slender figure.

With the shift of his thoughts, countless willow branches shot towards O’Reilly from all directions.

As easy as moving his own limbs.

Just like when he had gone berserk, these Ghost Willows seemed to have become part of his own body.

Sounds like the wailing of ghosts filled the still, dark air, one after another.

In the moment she was engulfed by darkness, O’Reilly quickly regained her composure from her astonishment. At the instant she heard the sounds around her, points of starlight rapidly converged around her body, forming a honeycomb-like defensive light film.

The two collided in an instant, and the strong force mixed within the tough willow vines immediately created fine cracks on the light film, but they were just that—cracks. Not a single willow branch could penetrate O’Reilly’s defense.

Watching this scene, Xu Yuan revealed a trace of interest.

This kind of attack actually used the power of the Willow Ghost Blade. He merely needed to use some mental effort and Will-spirit to control it.

In other words,

O’Reilly was not facing Xu Yuan now, but rather a severely damaged Saint Level Ghost.

With that thought, a ghostly light surfaced in Xu Yuan’s pupil-less eyes, and he slowly lifted his hand towards O’Reilly.

In response to his movement, a skin-crawling rustling noise immediately arose in the quiet darkness, and countless willow branches began to grow, climbing from the ground and entwining around the honeycomb network of light surrounding O’Reilly.

Ten strands.

Dozens of strands,

Hundreds of strands.

Thousands of strands.

In just a few breaths, countless willow strands intertwined like a sea of snakes, enveloping the thin layer of honeycomb light into an airtight cocoon.

Xu Yuan’s raised hand slowly clenched.

"Crack, crack, crack," a grating sound of shattering came from within the cocoon, along with it came O’Reilly’s cool voice:

"Xu Changtian, this ominous power... are you really still human?"

"Who knows?"

Perhaps affected by the Black Mist and Ghost Willows, Xu Yuan’s voice was a bit hoarse, "But I think you don’t have the time to delve into that right now."

As he finished speaking, Xu Yuan’s figure surged forward.

As he passed over the forest floor, the Willow Ghost Blade that was entrenched beside the water vibrated and burst forth from the earth, spiraling back into his hand.

Although the Willow Ghost Blade was filled with a vast amount of Yin Source, Xu Yuan could only use a fraction of its power for now.

Merely relying on the Ghost Willow forest summoned by the Willow Ghost Blade might suppress O’Reilly, but the thought of defeating her with that alone was wishful thinking.

For Xu Yuan, however, that was already enough.

Watching the light shield continue to crack, O’Reilly unconsciously bit her lip corner lightly, impatience showed in her eyes for the first time, her voice carrying a hint of murderous intent:

"Xu Changtian, if you remain stubborn, I won’t be able to guarantee that you’ll leave this willow forest alive."

In the previous exchange, she had held back because of concern for his brother. But the current situation made her realize that if she continued to hold back, she might not need Xu Changge’s intervention, as she could fall at the hands of Xu Changtian first.

Xu Yuan’s figure had already reached the giant cocoon wrapped in willow branches in a flash. The Primordial essence poured into the ghost blade, turning its surface instantly pure black. His voice was lighthearted:

"Anything you say now is already too late."

With that,

the Willow Ghost Blade thrust directly into the cocoon. At the instant the blade tip touched that honeycomb light film, a hissing sound of Origin Qi disintegration emitted, and then it stabbed straight in!

Seeing this, Xu Yuan smiled, clutching the knife handle, he said softly:

"It seems my Origin Qi can also destruct the structure of your Xi’en Spellcraft."

As he spoke,

Xu Yuan’s gaze seemed to penetrate the obstruction of the cocoon, looking directly at O’Reilly inside:

"However, it turns out you, your Highness the Princess, also have means of perception beyond ordinary sight."

O’Reilly slightly tilted her head and glanced at the wooden blade that nearly brushed her cheek, without concealing the truth:

"Indeed, I do."

"Through sound? Or by sensing the air currents around you?"

"Can’t you figure that out yourself?"

"Then it seems that you must have more than thirteen magic rings on you."

"Maybe."

"You’re quite aloof."

As the conversation between the two continued, the willow ghost blade kept being pulled out of the giant cocoon and stabbing back in, but each time O’Reilly managed to narrowly dodge.

Until the willow ghost blade got stuck between two pieces of ice crystal and couldn’t be pulled out anymore, a bone-chilling cold rapidly spread along the blade toward the outside of the cocoon.

The ice crystal formed through condensation of water vapor was not an energy body, so Xu Yuan’s Origin Qi couldn’t deconstruct it in reverse.

Realizing this, Xu Yuan simply let go of the willow ghost blade and said with a smile:

"You still haven’t given up? You should be very clear that you cannot defeat me within this Black Mist Ghost Forest of mine, and Xu Changge over there should be almost done by now."

"....."

This time, O’Reilly didn’t immediately respond.

After a few moments of silence, her voice faintly came from within the cocoon:

"If I could, I really wouldn’t want to face your brother head-on, but the current situation is unavoidable."

Xu Yuan let out a dumbfounded chuckle with a hint of sarcasm:

"You’re thinking about Xu Changge even though you haven’t beaten me yet?"

O’Reilly’s voice was calm yet serious:

"I will kill you directly.

"And then, face-to-face, I shall see for myself the strength of a monster at the same level as the Crown Prince."

Xu Yuan took a few steps back, slowly retreating as he spoke:

"It seems like you’re about to use your trump card?"

"......"

Inside the giant cocoon, O’Reilly slowly closed her eyes. The sound of the light shield cracking abruptly ceased, and the originally teetering honeycomb surface gradually became covered with a layer of ice crystal:

"To deal with you, there is no need for a trump card."

With those words,

she opened her eyes, which were shining brightly.

The seven magic rings by her side bloomed with light all at once, vibrating and swirling quickly, converging toward the central purple-black magic ring.

Threads of lightning arc instantly filled the confined space within the cocoon, with a black dot-like lightning arc gradually forming. The slight electric sparks dissipated around it turned the willow cocoon into black charred dust in an instant, the air within a hundred meters turned dry, and the crackling static electricity sounded like a chorus of a hundred phoenixes.

Seeing the changes around him, Xu Yuan opened his mouth, a strange look appearing in his pitch-black eyes.

In the meantime, on the other side.

The clang of metal on metal, dust flying, two figures rapidly interchanging within it, the flat terrain completely transformed, with pits everywhere and the ground riddled with scars.

Xiulun’s heavy helmet had gone flying, and bright red blood trickling down his forehead through his blond hair blurred his vision, while his gauntleted hand that gripped the sword trembled slightly due to a shattered palm.

He looked at the person in green robes not far away—the People of Yan.

He still stood there just as he did at the beginning, sword in hand, waiting indifferently for the next attack.

In just ten minutes, he completely understood the chasm-like gulf between them.

Even if he burned his life, even if he staked everything, he probably still couldn’t force his opponent to use his full powers.

But nevertheless, the determination of a knight required him to fulfill his lord’s command before he died.

Getting up once more, letting magic envelop his body, Xiulun, with his resolve to die, gripped the sword in his hand tightly.

However, this time, the man in the green robes didn’t look at him, instead directing his gaze toward the direction they had come from.

For the first time, a look other than indifference appeared on his face.

It seemed to be grave.

Grave for Princess O’Reilly.

But before he could think further, Xiulun was enveloped by a terrifying sensation.

His gaze, along with his unease, fixed upon the sword in the hands of the man in the green robes.

The moonlight fell down, and the man’s torn robes fluttered in the wind, the vast world seemingly reduced to just the sword in his hands.

In an instant,

Xiulun’s mind was filled with countless indescribable sensations,

and all those feelings eventually converged into one thought,

unavoidable,

undefendable,

unreturnable,

and,

death.

Even though they hadn’t even made contact, Xiulun already felt that even if Princess O’Reilly used the Spatial Magic Ring to teleport him away again, this sword strike would still behead him.

His throat bobbed up and down, and enveloped by the aura of death, Xiulun nevertheless moved.

The ground shattered, and he charged recklessly once again at the man in the green robes.

If he did not take this sword strike, the target of the other would surely be his sovereign, Princess O’Reilly.

But the next moment, within Xiulun’s field of vision, the man in green robes slowly turned his head to look at him.

And by then,

the seriousness on his face had dissipated, replaced by the gentleness in his eyes and a hint of a smile at the corner of his lips:

"I’m... in a good mood,

"So I’ll permit you to die under my strongest sword strike, Armored Warrior."