Sensing the approach of death, the stunned Marca finally snapped out of it.
Seeing the giant black scythe in Yan Qi’s hands swinging towards him, Marca, who was completely unprepared, didn’t overthink it. He immediately leaped to the left, barely managing to avoid Yan Qi’s attack.
The cost was a gash, neither long nor short, on his right arm, cut by the sharp blade of Yan Qi’s black scythe.
Looking at the red blood welling from the wound on his arm, Marca’s face instantly darkened. He had already suffered a loss in his very first exchange with Yan Qi.
“Who are you?”
Looking at Yan Qi who had just attacked him, Marca felt wary and couldn’t help but ask about her identity.
“Who am I? Weren’t you just calling for me?”
Raising her giant black scythe again, Yan Qi replied to Marca.
“I was calling for you? You’re the one who destroyed my Black Wraiths!”
Hearing this, Marca was briefly stunned before remembering his earlier words and finally understanding. He spoke to Yan Qi.
“That’s right, it’s me. Weren’t you just saying you’d make my death dignified? Now that I’m right here in front of you, why haven’t you started taking action? Could it be you’re afraid?”
Yan Qi looked at Marca, taunting him. Then, without giving him any time to react, she once again swung her giant black scythe at him.
Seeing this, Marca, no longer stunned like before, naturally wouldn’t just let Yan Qi attack him unchecked.
He quickly released several Black Wraiths from his shadow and absorbed them into his body.
Immediately after, a transparent shield appeared on the surface of his body, helping him block Yan Qi’s attack.
Seeing her giant black scythe actually being blocked, Yan Qi couldn’t help but show surprise. She knew how powerful her innate weapon was—it was capable of utterly destroying Black Wraiths, preventing their regeneration.
“That shell of yours is pretty tough. Is it something you created using your own supernatural power?”
Putting a safe distance between herself and Marca, Yan Qi looked at the shield surrounding him and asked, somewhat curious.
“This wasn’t created using my supernatural power.”
Having blocked Yan Qi’s attack and hearing her question, Marca, who was secretly preparing his own attack, decided to answer in order to keep her attention focused on him.
“Not created with your power? Then whose supernatural power was it made with?”
Hearing Marca’s reply, Yan Qi asked, puzzled.
“A dead person doesn’t need to know the answer. Now die!”
Having finished his preparations and believing Yan Qi stood no chance against him, Marca didn’t hesitate after speaking. He launched his attack against Yan Qi.
Generating over twenty sharp wind blades around himself, he controlled them to shoot towards Yan Qi from different angles.
Looking at these twenty-plus wind blades that almost blocked all her paths of retreat, Yan Qi’s face showed no extra change.
In the next second, she mobilized the magical power within her body, forming a transparent shield shimmering with golden light around herself. Just like Marca who had taken her hit earlier, she let the twenty-plus wind blades strike her shield.
“So the supernatural power you possess is defensive in nature.”
Discovering that his wind blades had caused no damage whatsoever to Yan Qi, and noticing the golden-glowing shield on her, Marca assumed the supernatural power Yan Qi possessed was defensive. He looked up at her and spoke.
Hearing this, and knowing that this layer of Golden Light Charm on her body could indeed be considered one of her supernatural abilities, Yan Qi replied.
“That’s right. This particular supernatural power I have is indeed defensive.”
“What a pity. For a One-Star supernatural fighter as capable as you, if your power was offensive, the shield on me probably wouldn’t last more than a few hits from you.”
“What, do you actually think I don’t possess an offensive-type supernatural power?”
Detecting the mockery in Marca’s words, Yan Qi frowned and looked at him as she asked.
Because Yan Qi was wary of releasing her aura and affecting others, she rarely released the aura of a Three-Star supernatural being that she possessed after transforming.
This led to Marca completely failing to recognize Yan Qi’s true strength, mistakenly believing she was only a One-Star supernatural being.
Hearing Yan Qi’s words now, he couldn’t help but say,
“Don’t joke with me, little lady. A One-Star supernatural being like you—how could you possibly possess two different types of supernatural powers?”
“You think I’m joking?”
Yan Qi, after hearing Marca’s words, smiled and asked him.
Hearing this, Marca looked at Yan Qi and retorted,
“What, are you saying you aren’t joking?”
Hearing Marca’s response, Yan Qi continued,
“Good. Then let me show you whether I’m joking or not.”
After saying this, Yan Qi unhesitatingly controlled the magical power within her body, generating arcs of blue lightning in her hand, which she then sent shooting straight towards Marca.
“Huh?!”
Watching the lightning from Yan Qi’s hands streak towards him, Marca, who hadn’t believed she possessed a second, offensive-type supernatural power, couldn’t help but show a surprised expression.
Realizing that the lightning she released this time was unusually potent and that the shield on him would have difficulty withstanding it,
Marca, at the fastest speed, layered several additional shields over himself in succession, hoping to block Yan Qi’s attack this way.
But before the power of Yan Qi’s lightning, Marca’s multiple shields were like paper.
In no time at all, Yan Qi’s lightning destroyed all the shields on his body and continued its assault towards his person.
“Dammit! Why is this guy’s attack so fierce!”
Seeing Yan Qi’s attack about to land on him, Marca inwardly cursed. He decisively used a life-saving measure he usually hated to use, summoning one of his Black Wraiths to envelop his body.
“Actually, it’s pretty simple. Not at all like what Auntie Bai said.”
Looking at Marca, who was now surrounded by the Thunder Art technique—amplified several times over by her transformed self—Yan Qi remembered Bai Yuling’s earlier warning and couldn’t help but think to herself.
But the next moment, as the crackling sounds of the Thunder Art subsided, and she saw Marca still standing there completely unharmed, Yan Qi couldn’t help but look at him with surprise.
“Huh? You’re actually fine? Not even injured?”
“You… you’re actually a Two-Star supernatural being? But why does your aura feel like a One-Star’s?”
Ignoring what Yan Qi had said, and looking at yet another one of his Black Wraiths gone—having narrowly escaped disaster—Marca stared at Yan Qi, a trace of apprehension appearing in his gaze. At the same time, he asked her, full of confusion.