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Chapter 1642: Chapter 369: Cranes Constellation, Yarn?

Lamias didn’t know what level of confrontation she would reach if she gave it her all against Sister Suya. She thought, even if she was no match for her opponent, the duel shouldn’t end instantly.

Musa of the Virgo Temple was certainly peeping somewhere, clearly not wanting her to be so perfunctory.

Speaking of it, her Power Seed was awakened with the help of the Gold of the Virgo Temple—putting herself in his shoes, if she gave someone a chance, she wouldn’t want them to lead a mediocre life either.

Thus, it’s understandable why Musa insisted on her continuing the challenge.

But since she decided to give it her all in the battle against Sister Suya, Lamias soon adjusted her mindset.

However, reality often easily exceeded her expectations.

Lamias drew her sword, and Sister Suya drew hers at the same time. Their swords clashed in an instant… but in that moment, a third sword suddenly struck between their clashing blades.

The massive force instantly blew Lamias and Sister Suya apart, and now there was a small figure emerging on the snowy ground.

Both Lamias and Sister Suya were taken aback—this area was the final zone of the Icefield, where challengers vie for the Swan Constellation’s Cloth. The appearance of a new challenger wasn’t unreasonable.

However, the newcomer did not wait for Lamias and Sister Suya to determine a winner—it directly joined in, acting quite unconventionally.

The snowstorm had now subsided.

Lamias and Sister Suya, who had halted their actions, now saw that the newly emerged female warrior was dragging a long rope behind her—a rope binding seven female warriors.

This petite female warrior actually defeated those seven warriors, bound them, and dragged them along?

“Hello there, both of you~” The petite female warrior squinted her eyes, glancing at Sister Suya and Lamias, and said cheerfully, “Are you going to surrender, or should I beat you until you do?”

This sudden female warrior seemed incredibly strong… witnessing her feats, Lamias almost felt the impulse to surrender… if not for the consideration of Musa’s feelings.

Sister Suya remained silent.

The overwhelming newcomer shrugged, “I seem to already know the answer… come on, you two weaklings, let’s do this together. I promise not to kill you; I’m always very measured in my actions!”

Lamias didn’t move, but Sister Suya did.

She moved like a rabbit, incredibly fast—much faster than when she fought Lamias, leaving Lamias surprised, realizing Sister Suya had held back earlier.

But at this moment, the petite female warrior countered with a slash, not even moving a step, directly shattering Sister Suya’s furious attack!

The air wave broke through the snow on the ground.

Having been cut by the petite female warrior, Sister Suya barely landed before she tossed aside her standard longsword. Her legs tensed, her Fighting Spirit burst forth, and she swung her fist again.

Dozens of fist shadows surged with formidable power.

But the petite female warrior merely sneezed, instantly breaking through Sister Suya’s dozens of fist shadows, then delivered a sidekick, sending Sister Suya flying.

Like a cross skipping across water, she rolled across the snow, finally crashing into a rock, shattering it with her body before stopping.

The petite female warrior put her palm on her brow, gazing, “Oh! Perfect score!”

How could she be this strong!

Lamias couldn’t help but widen her eyes… meanwhile, her heart was pounding wildly!

Here it comes, that intense feeling… could this petite female warrior be the one she’s been searching for…

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“Who is she, we’ve never seen her in the Sanctuary, why is she so powerful…”

On a high peak in the snow, the Silver Cloth wearers were equally astonished… they had started to leave Musa’s side, heading to other areas, but had returned.

One of them immediately said, “Sir Musa, this female warrior is incredibly quick. She suddenly appeared on the Icefield and instantly defeated other seed participants, dragging them chaotically. We… we couldn’t catch up.”

His words grew smaller and hesitant… Silver Cloth fighters being left far behind by an ordinary female warrior was not something to be proud of.

“She’s called Yarn.”

A low voice was heard, followed by a golden light flashing, appearing beside the seated Musa.

Several Silver Cloth fighters instantly bowed, respectfully saying, “Greetings, Sir Romi.”

The one who came beside Musa was none other than the Gold of the Scorpio Palace… currently Prince Prin.

Musa remained seated… his sitting posture was a form of Cultivation, and unless the goddess descended, he wouldn’t stand for anyone. Everyone was used to it.

At this moment, Musa casually glanced at [Romi], lightly frowned, and said, “You say, Yarn?”

Prince Prin nodded, “Yarn, a challenger from the Black Iron Fortress, barely within my jurisdiction… of course, her strength was indeed beyond my expectation.”

The Silver Cloth fighters said nothing. Since she was a challenger acknowledged by the Gold of the Scorpio Palace, there was no problem… even if there were issues, it wasn’t their place to speak now.

“Black Iron Fortress, hmm…” Musa nodded and then thought aloud, “Most from the Black Iron Fortress are of Human-Giant lineage. This female warrior hasn’t even unleashed her Fighting Spirit; relying solely on her body’s power to break through Fighting Spirit suggests she has an innate advantage due to a Giant’s bloodline.”

“Perhaps.” Prince Prin replied casually, “Throughout the journey, she’s given me many surprises… although her character is quirky, and her power is potent, she might not gain the Cloak of Sanctity’s approval.”

“Everything follows its fate.” Musa said calmly, “Destiny will make the right choice. We’ll just watch for now.”

Prince Prin then stepped forward, asking, “Musa, the matter with the Underworld Fighter?”

Musa had already closed his eyes, “The goddess is aware. Tianxiong Star remains in the Temple… we’ll discuss other matters after this battle for the Cloak of Sanctity concludes.”

Prince Prin was contemplating whether, if he suddenly acted here, he could strike down this chief of Gold in one blow… but Musa was ultimately incomparable to Aluba of the Taurus Palace.

Just being close to Musa, Prince Prin vaguely sensed something beyond human… Divinity!

This Gold from the Virgo Temple had actually condensed his own divinity… The only difference between him and a god was one status; in terms of pure power, he was probably… on par?

“This challenge might end soon.” Prince Prin nodded, but he buried all his attack intentions deep within his heart.

There were too many legends about Musa.

The strongest shield of the goddess, the guardian of the Sanctuary, the strongest human under the gods… Legend has it that even without deploying the Cloak of Sanctity from the Virgo Temple, Musa could still defeat any of the Gold.

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The petite female warrior… Nero, casually balanced a sword taken from a defeated female warrior over her shoulder and glanced at Lamias.

She suddenly exclaimed in surprise, and in the blink of an eye, was almost upon Lamias before Lamias could react, “You…”

Lamias’s heart was racing, feeling as if her heart would leap out, and under Nero’s gaze, her mind thundered and then went blank… It was as if centuries had passed before Lamias finally came back to her senses from the chaos.

She felt unprecedented weakness… that near-death sensation that drained her body of strength instantly.

At the same time, Nero slightly stepped back, showing an odd expression… Was it a trick of perception? Lamias only felt that Nero’s eyes seemed to flash with a colorful light ring.

Lamias was too exhausted, even standing seemed to have reached her limit; she wanted to say something, but suddenly lost her voice, her throat moved but no words came out.

But the strong sensation from her heart had disappeared… Lamias widened her eyes, unable to determine if this mysterious petite female warrior was the one she was looking for.

Nero instinctively shook her head, then her eyes showed a look of confusion… At that moment, a strong wind assaulted behind Nero!

Sister Suya!

In the snowstorm, Sister Suya’s peculiar silver battle armor was now shattered… the armor full of cracks seemed about to fall apart, yet her Fighting Spirit grew stronger!

The tangible Fighting Spirit burned like flames, winding around Sister Suya!

This time, Sister Suya punched only once—yet what Lamias saw before the fist was its frantic expansion!

That fist seemed to swell hundreds of times instantly, but just this perspective change in size was enough to make one tremble with fear!

Nero blinked, lifted her foot before the giant fist arrived—to block it with her foot, followed by raising her hand into a knife to cut straight down.

Lamias felt a slight breeze blow, and the gigantic fist disappeared… At that moment, Sister Suya covered her arm, her face pale, her body shaky.

“Why are you so strong, even your Fighting Spirit…” Sister Suya’s gaze was uncertain, “I’ve developed the Phantom Demon Fist to a higher level than the teacher, for this challenge, I even… I just need one chance, to prove to…”

Nero then reversed the longsword, the hilt jumped straight into Sister Suya’s mouth—Lamias clearly saw Sister Suya’s teeth violently knocked loose… brutal!

“You’re quite bothersome, huh?” Nero yawned while digging into her ears, “Losing is losing, talking more is useless. As your enemy, enemy you know? Enemies have no interest in your burdens! As for me, I only care about the thrill of bullying you, understand? I’m bullying you now, got it?”

…Maybe she was terribly bullied before?

Lamias naturally had such a thought.

Sister Suya’s gaze dimmed, her silver battle armor shattered like ice crystals, then she lost consciousness.

Nero stepped forward, casually stomped twice, then refocused on Lamias, suddenly saying, “What did you do to me just now?”

“Wh… What do you mean?” Lamias was startled, the sudden disappearance of her sensation made her unsure if the petite female warrior before her was the target she was seeking.

Nero skeptically glanced around, finding her spoken inquiry inefficient, pondering which extreme interrogation method would be better when Lamias suddenly fell unconscious.

Nero was taken aback, somewhat unexpected.

Lamias had experienced a strange mental shift, nearing her limits, ultimately unable to sustain and losing consciousness.

This snowfield battle concluded with this.

No one expected such a result… On the ice cliff, seated Musa suddenly stood up; his expression unchanged but his voice began to echo across the Ice Field.

“The Swan Constellation’s Cloth challenge is over; the final victor is born…”

As Musa’s voice rose, a silver-white light pillar fell before Nero… At the same time, a silver box gently floated.

“Step forward!” Musa’s voice sounded again, targeted at Nero, “Touch the Sanctity. If you can resonate with it, the Swan Constellation’s Cloth will belong to you.”

Indeed, this challenge had reached its end—not a duel but rather a dragon in the tiger match, though Nero’s sudden emergence sent remaining contender seeds exiting early, before Sister Suya and Lamias fell.

Now, within the Trial Maze, only Nero remained as the challenger… Naturally, she became the final victor and succeeded in obtaining the Swan Constellation’s Cloth access.

If she ultimately succeeded in wearing the Swan Constellation’s Cloth, she’d become a Silver member in the Sanctuary.

“Oh? Swan Constellation?” Nero blinked, as if encountering something amusing, strode into the light pillar with no hesitation.

A group of Silver members watched tensely, unsure if this powerful challenger could resonate with the Swan Constellation’s Cloth—or else the selection might need to begin anew.

Finally, under the gaze of everyone, Nero placed her palm against the Silver Cloth’s box.

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PS: As usual