CHAPTER 118: CHAPTER 113: FINAL CHAPTER! A BRUTAL BATTLE

Transformed into the Demon Fox Giant Beast, Ji Hongxiu’s massive body was like a mountain peak towering into the clouds. The word "gigantic" seemed utterly inadequate to describe her, unable to fully capture a form that blotted out the sun. The tiny Doomsday Bunker Shelter was completely shrouded in her shadow.

Not far away, Chen Pingchuan stared blankly at Ji Hongxiu, his heart pounding with shock. His gaze was fixated on the colossal body floating in the sky. The overwhelming pressure it exuded left him struggling to breathe.

Chen Pingchuan’s mind raced. The situation must have spiraled completely out of control while I was away. Otherwise, something like this could never have happened. He tried to pinpoint the cause, but the powerful aura emanating from the Demon Fox Giant Beast threw his thoughts into chaos.

Chen Pingchuan muttered to himself, "The last time Ji Hongxiu transformed was during the simulated battle against the Celestial Palace’s No. 1 Mechanical Battleship. Something must have gone wrong on Belia’s side for her to..."

No longer bothering with brainwashing Major General Hu, Chen Pingchuan’s leg muscles tensed. He stomped down hard, using the recoil to launch himself toward the heart of the battlefield.

Major General Hu glanced up at Elder Ye Hu, then at Chen Pingchuan’s departing back. A flicker of indecision crossed his face before he gritted his teeth, turned, and fled the scene as fast as he could, vowing to himself that he never wanted to cross paths with Chen Pingchuan again.

Seeing Ji Hongxiu transformed into an ancient, mythical beast, Belia showed no trace of panic. Since she had chosen to fight to the death, it didn’t matter how much stronger her opponent became. There was nothing left to fear.

My only regret is not being able to say goodbye to my brother. I so badly wanted to tell Chen Pingchuan how happy I was during our time together. Since I can’t say goodbye, let my final swan song explode across the sky like brilliant fireworks!

BANG!

Stones and gravel were sent flying as dust filled the air. The once-tidy streets of the shelter were rendered unrecognizable by the impact of an immense shockwave. Like a ferocious beast, the wave of force tore mercilessly through the nearby buildings, ripping them from their foundations as if they had been struck by a missile. The street was instantly reduced to rubble, with the debris of stalls and structures scattered everywhere, a testament to the immense power of the blast.

Chen Pingchuan was not spared. He was violently flung away by the powerful wave. Even some of Ji Hongxiu’s own subordinates died from the terrifying impact, their internal organs ruptured. The air was thick with despair and fear, as if the apocalypse had dawned once more.

Neither Ji Hongxiu nor Belia noticed the commotion below. At that moment, their entire focus was locked on the battle.

Transformed into the Demon Fox Giant Beast, Ji Hongxiu held nothing back. She swung a massive claw at Belia, completely indifferent to whether the girl would be obliterated by the sky-eclipsing blow.

Belia remained silent. Aided by the potion, she reformed her psychic energy into a colossal hand and smashed it toward Ji Hongxiu with equal ferocity. Violent impacts echoed one after another as the two clashed in the air, neither giving an inch, trading blows in the most primal manner.

The battle lasted only a few short minutes, but to the two combatants, it felt like an eternity. Belia’s headache intensified, and Ji Hongxiu was faring no better. A dull ache pulsed through her body, and she knew the massive recoil from their blows must have sent hairline fractures through her bones.

"Little girl, surrender now," Ji Hongxiu’s voice boomed. "If this keeps up, your tiny body won’t be able to take it."

Honestly, this entire fight feels senseless and frustrating, Ji Hongxiu thought. We’re here fighting to the death, and the one who started it all has vanished. Was he kidnapped by her, or did he really take in this unhinged girl? She had seen Belia searching for Chen Pingchuan earlier and was just as curious about his intentions. Unfortunately, she couldn’t find a trace of him. The Doomsday Bunker was now a ruin, and hordes of people were fleeing madly in every direction.

A cold sneer graced Belia’s delicate, pale face. "A seductive tramp begging for mercy? How rare."

In truth, Belia would have preferred not to fight, but she was in a situation she couldn’t back out of. At this point, victory and defeat were no longer just about the fight itself; it had become a contest for Chen Pingchuan. The loser will, by default, have to give him up. I have nothing left to lose but my brother, so I can’t afford to lose this.

Both had a reason they could not fail.

"Then you can just die!" Ji Hongxiu’s mocking voice rang out as her claws struck with increasing viciousness.

"We’ll see who dies!" Belia’s imposing aura didn’t falter in the slightest, and the two clashed once more.

They fought for a few moments longer, their battle turning the surrounding area into a desolate wasteland that no longer resembled a shelter. A ferocious giant claw, wreathed in a gale-force wind, shot directly toward the tiny figure of Belia. While forming a telekinetic shield to block the attack, Belia used her remaining power to launch lances of psychic energy back at Ji Hongxiu.

"One move to finish you! Take my Scarlet Claw!" Ji Hongxiu roared.

"Goodbye," Belia whispered to herself. She felt a terrifying pressure build. To meet this final, desperate blow, she withdrew even the last wisp of psychic power that kept her afloat.

As Belia landed gently on the ground, she gathered every ounce of telekinetic power she could muster into her defense. However, Ji Hongxiu’s strike, which held the full force of her power, descended like the apocalypse itself. It shattered Belia’s psychic barrier and slammed toward her small, frail body.

Normally, Ji Hongxiu rarely used such an energy-consuming ultimate move. But today, something was different. Even though she knew a fight to the death was meaningless, she was driven by a burning desire to prove herself. I, Ji Hongxiu, am stronger than other women. Not only will I defeat this little girl, but one day, I’ll crush that other woman lingering above the coastline under my heel as well.

Facing the devastating blow, Belia was finally out of options. She braced herself for death.

Just then, a figure shot out, appearing in front of Belia. It was a broad, sturdy, and impossibly immense back, like a steady mountain radiating a reassuring strength.

Belia stared at the figure, and in a daze, she thought she saw her father. Memories flooded back—the warmth and protection he had once given her. Now, that image began to merge with Chen Pingchuan’s back. Her expression, already full of sorrow, grew even more complicated.

Chen Pingchuan felt as if his organs had been displaced, and waves of pain assaulted his brain from every part of his body. If Belia’s psychic shield hadn’t absorbed most of the giant claw’s power, he would have been crushed into a paste.

His sudden appearance had caught Ji Hongxiu’s eye. If she hadn’t instinctively pulled back her strength at the last second, Chen Pingchuan wouldn’t have even had the chance to speak.

Ji Hongxiu’s face went pale, her lips trembling. She released her massive fox form, reverting to her human appearance, and ran anxiously toward Chen Pingchuan.

Chen Pingchuan staggered back several steps. Though the aftershock was far weaker than the initial blow, how could a mere Third-level Ability User like him possibly withstand it? Finally, he collapsed into Belia’s arms.

Belia looked at him in disbelief as they fell to the ground together. She forced herself to sit up and pulled his head into her embrace. Seeing his tragic state—blood slowly seeping from his mouth, nose, and ears—her heart ached as if it were being pierced by needles.

Ji Hongxiu stopped a few meters away, her gaze also filled with worry. But unlike Belia’s despair, her worry was tinged with a faint glimmer of hope.

Chen Pingchuan tried to speak, but the coppery taste of blood kept welling up in his throat. He struggled to force the words out. Though his voice was weak and broken, Belia heard him clearly.

"You two... stop fighting!"