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Chapter 499 - 353: So You Call Yourself a Myth? (Seeking Monthly Votes)_3

Chapter 499: Chapter 353: So You Call Yourself a Myth? (Seeking Monthly Votes)_3

Qianqiu couldn’t help saying, "Hey, hey, that is a Mythical being, not just any Tom, Dick, or Harry."

"It’s a metaphor, do you get it? It’s all about that momentum!"

After speaking, Yiluo Xi turned to Citina, "You take your time to think, I’m going to make my entrance now."

With a wave of her hand, she headed towards the exit at the back of the venue.

Citina stopped her,

"Wait a moment."

"What is it, you’re not thinking of snatching my spot to fight, are you? I’m telling you, this lady reserved it first!"

Citina indeed wanted to.

Yiluo Xi was fighting for show in front of others, but she purely wanted to fight, to engage in true combat with an enemy of the same rank.

However, among the four guardians of the Oasis, she would avoid fighting if possible, as her instructor had advised her to do so.

She said, "This Mythical being specializes in poison attacks and should not be underestimated. If you accidentally get poisoned, it could be quite dangerous."

After all, Yiluo Xi was not yet a Mythical being.

The difference in rank was too great.

Facing a Mythical being alone, especially one skilled in poison clouds and treacherously cunning, was extremely dangerous.

"Let Mr. Xing accompany you. His Ability might be more suited to deal with this enemy. I and Lord Qianqiu will take care of guarding the Oasis, to prevent other Mythical beings from sneaking in."

No sooner had she finished speaking than a large hand pushed open the door forcefully.

The bright light from outside streamed into the backstage area. A towering and robust figure stood against the light, his cloak billowing and howling in the wind. He grinned, showing off his white and neat teeth, both his eyes and teeth sparkling with brilliance.

"I seemed to hear someone calling for me!"

...

Yiluo Xi was somewhat frustrated but ultimately agreed.

After all, she didn’t want her grand image of the Empress to be tarnished in front of so many people.

However,

why was she the one providing support? Damn it!

Lifting her body with an invisible hand, she soared into the sky, her striking wine-red hair fluttering in the wind. Without any divine aura, she held space ripples that spread out from behind her, casting an overwhelming presence like the vastness of the heavens.

"There she is, the Mythical Empress!"

The two deans, Sword Flower and War Song, looked up in awe.

The Star Forger Caelius watched quietly.

The Red-haired Empress soared out of the Oasis, her cry resounding as she faced the dark green cloud coming from afar.

Standing on the poison cloud, the pale Resurrector Youlius, with a gaunt face, cracked an ugly smile, "Hehehehe, little girl, are you one of the two Mythical beings of the Blazefire Commerce Guild?"

"Since you’ve heard of my imperial reputation, why don’t you hurry up and beg for mercy."

Mythical Youlius: "..."

"I do not bother to conceal my actions. I’m here solely for your Guild’s legendary tree—the Clear Heart Tea Tree. Just hand over the tree, and I’ll leave immediately. Let me give you a word of caution; a small guild like yours cannot hold on to a treasure like the Clear Heart Tea Tree."

"Besides, you wouldn’t want the entire Oasis to be massacred by my poison cloud, would you?"

"Hehehehe—"

He laughed with the confidence of holding the winning hand.

He knew the Blazefire Commerce Guild had two Mythical beings, and facing both would be difficult for him. However, the Oasis itself was Blazefire’s Achilles’ heel, and as the Poison Cloud Master, he excelled at exploiting such weaknesses.

Once he obtained the money tree, the Clear Heart Tea Tree, escaping would be a piece of cake.

Moreover, he had...

Seeing the angry vein bulging on Yiluo Xi’s forehead, he couldn’t help but grin and continue to cackle, about to say something else when a rough roar came from below.

"Your opponent is me, you bastard—come and die!"

The figure resolutely charged through the dark green poison cloud, and his palm grew larger, reaching out towards Youlius like the underside of a carriage.

He was surprised.

This was the same poison cloud that even he had to be cautious of.

The figure in the dark green cloud became corroded, the cloak rapidly decaying to shreds, and before he was halfway through, only a pair of quality stretch shorts remained on his bare body, leaving him almost defenseless.

What was this new-age way of courting death?

Youlius was both surprised and sneered.

But the bare-chested figure didn’t turn purple from the poison fog. Instead, he seemed to move through it unhindered, his palm turning into a fist as he punched out, causing the air to emit a piercing sonic boom.

Youlius’s face slightly changed.

Palm pressing down, the poison cloud transformed, manipulating the poison mist as the bare-chested strongman exchanged several blows with a thumping sound.

"Another myth, does the Blazefire Commerce Guild possess a third Mythical being?"

"No, he is not a Mythical being, he is only a Six Senses, but he is an invincible Six Senses with the force of a half-step into Mythical power, what a pity..."

He was surprised.

And also a bit regretful.

His hands did not stop for a moment controlling streams of dark green poison pythons, crashing into the body of this Six Senses warrior.

The bare torso visibly turned greenish, and under the corrosion of the venomous fog, that skin as hard as epic material began to rot.

This was an attack from both inside and outside.

Just the erosion of poison mist was not enough to deal with him.

In a thunderous blast, the body now greenish, Thunder Silk plummeted from the sky; the poison continued to penetrate his body, incessantly bringing stronger and more frequent damage from the toxins.

This was the terrifying aspect of Youlius, the Mythical being.

If one got even a little on them, the poison would only get deeper, something even Mythical beings greatly feared.

"No matter how strong a Six Senses is, it’s still just Six Senses, and besides, this Six Senses doesn’t seem to be the brightest."

His gaze once again turned toward Yiluo Xi.

Half wary, half smug.

"You wouldn’t want to see your companions get hurt either, although this not-so-bright companion of yours is probably beyond saving."

With that said, the allure of the Red-haired Empress indeed became even more pronounced.

Anger, that’s right, anger.

It’s called impotent rage.

Yiluo Xi was indeed very angry.

In her mind, the "temporary battle communication group (5)" set up by her mentor was filled with Thunder Silk’s constant roaring and shouting.

"This is my battlefield."

"Alright, alright, at least give me some time to stack a BUFF."

"Let you play the second half, that should be fair, right?"

Yiluo Xi could only endure, but with her fiery temper, it was incredibly difficult.

It felt like ages per second.

From the crater in the ground, now greenish, Thunder Silk suddenly shot up like a cannonball, at a speed several times faster than before.

"What’s happening?"

Youlius was slightly startled, but only slightly.

His attention was still focused on Yiluo Xi, and he casually sent poison clouds toward Thunder Silk.

Poison Python Strangulation!

Poisonous Fluid Assassination!

Deadly Poison Explosion!

The body of the Six Senses became even greener, and even his epic-elasticity shorts were pitted, but why did Youlius get the feeling that the Six Senses strongman in front of him seemed more spirited? It seemed like his whole body had swelled in size.

No, it wasn’t just seeming.

Thunder Silk’s heart was pounding violently, his whole body like a furnace, turning all damage into fuel, the fire raging fiercely, and endless strength surged from within the furnace, spreading to every part of his body.

Strength, strength was surging forth.

His muscles bulged, twining like dragons and snakes, as his body swelled up layer after layer, and a streaming light traveled over its surface.

Standing amidst the poison fog, enduring waves of deadly attacks, Thunder Silk exhaled and inhaled, and in a moment, he sucked the surrounding poison into his body like a whale, his body swelled further, his eyes shone radiantly.

Energy was so abundant within him that it burst forth from his mouth and nose, kicking up waves like a storm!

Blinking in front of Youlius, Thunder Silk didn’t care about the surrounding deadly poison at all, he stretched his strong arms and hugged his opponent, then together they plummeted to the ground like a meteor.

Everything happened too quickly.

The deadly poison seemed to lose its effect.

The shriveled face expressed twisting shock as it was smashed into the ground.

The earth trembled, stirring up gales and tides of energy, Thunder Silk, clad in greenish garb, had an aura even more formidable than the so-called Mythical being.

He cracked the ground beneath him, looking furious.

"And you call yourself a Mythical being?"