I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch-Chapter 542 - 510. The Competition of Geniuses

Xia Feng keenly sensed that the woman in the blue dress seemed to be trembling.

Although it was subtle, now, as he was trapped chest-to-face in the stifling darkness, he noticed something off about Jiang Qiue.

Why did this fox seem a bit excited? Could it be she thought by smothering me with her chest she could humiliate me? Xia Feng sneered inwardly, just as he was about to speak, a richer, sweeter scent poured into his mouth and nose.

It made his tongue more parched and his heart itch unbearably.

Indeed, he seemed increasingly to crave honey.

Longing for the fox’s embrace, he inexplicably wanted to sink into her arms forever, unwilling to leave.

Xia Feng knew this was the Queen Bee’s curse working, but fortunately, it was just beginning and not too strong yet; it hadn’t reached the point of affecting his cognitive thinking.

He forcibly resisted the craving, and the small hand patting the woman in the blue dress on her shoulders and neck stopped struggling.

After a moment, the slender hands pressing down on the back of Xia Feng’s head loosened.

Xia Feng lifted his head.

The pathological flush on Jiang Qiue’s cheeks had already faded, reverting to her cold, icy demeanor.

She glanced down at Xia Feng’s face, now slightly flush from her smothering, as his defiant face lifted, his misty black pupils staring coldly at her.

So cute... Jiang Qiue inexplicably thought these words, her brows furrowing and lips pursing. Too bad his features are indeed annoying!

"Sly fox," he said in a youthful, dismissive tone.

Even his voice is annoying! Jiang Qiue involuntarily closed her legs under her blue dress, her beautiful brows lightly furrowed, her displeasure evident as she stared at Xia Feng and coldly commanded, "Shut up."

Just as Xia Feng intended to continue with the insults, he found his mouth as if glued shut. He also tried using his mind to speak, but encountered resistance there as well.

Seeing that the annoying noises had ceased, Jiang Qiue reached out again to place the fox mask back on Xia Feng, covering his irritating face.

Thus, Jiang Qiue tidied Xia Feng’s somewhat disheveled black hair, looking him over and nodding in satisfaction.

This was how a compliant puppet should look.

"Let’s go, deal with the matter at hand first," she said in a muted voice, taking Xia Feng’s small hand and moving towards the battlefield from their concealed position.

Xia Feng knew that ’dealing with the matter at hand first’ implied that, once the primary matter was handled, it would be time to truly deal with him.

"Hum—"

Meanwhile.

At the center of the battlefield, amidst the surging energy, the space around the giant blood furnace seemed like wrinkled paper, ready to tear open at any moment.

"Justice Saint, are you sure you want to make an enemy of me?" Yeli Kong’s golden boots gently landed on an energy cloud, his left eye’s brilliant golden pupils like the eyes of a god, indifferently gazing afar.

In the distance, the young man in a pale golden priest robe danced with the overflowing streams of light, a silver-lit ancient clock appeared behind him. The ticking second hand on the clock face suddenly froze, and the spacetime around it halted, all attacks toward him were stilled.

"I’ve heard the Yeli family’s legacy Spiritual Clothes—Void Spirit King possess the power to break ten thousand laws," Justice Saint’s expression was calm, "I would indeed like to witness it."

He extended his hand elegantly from his robe in a gesturing motion.

Yet Yeli Kong just slightly lifted his gaze to sweep over him, "You are not worthy."

Though his tone was flat, it was filled with arrogance and disdain.

"Whether I am worthy or not isn’t something to be simply talked about," Justice Saint shook his head, "that would only make you appear weak and incompetent."

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The battle resumed.

At that moment, a bald man in black military attire suddenly appeared at the center of the battlefield. With a cigar clenched between his teeth and his hands pressed together, the countless streams of light rushing towards him suddenly veered off, splattering toward the periphery of the battlefield.

Seeing the man blocking his path, Yeli Kong’s gaze turned slightly cold, "What’s the matter, Yan Si, do you also want to challenge me?"

The bald man chuckled, "If you continue fighting this way, other than both sides getting hurt and the closure of the Beiqiu Abyss, no one will get the holy box. Is this the outcome you all desire?"

Both Yeli Kong and the Justice Saint grasped the logic and paused, casting a glance at the crowd.

"Since entering the blood furnace requires learning that Spirit Paper," suggested the Element nun Theresa in a mature, gentle tone, "then release the Spiritual Particle Structure Diagram. Whoever learns it first gets to enter the blood furnace."

"Justice Saint, what do you think?"

The Justice Saint brushed the streams of light from his sleeves and looked up, "That seems fair, I have no objections."

Everyone turned to Yeli Kong.

"It’s redundant."

Floating above, Yeli Kong surveyed the crowd with his Heavy Pupils, his arrogance unmistakable, "If it’s a competition of talent, do you really think your talents are on a par with mine?"

The crowd furrowed their brows. Each person there was a proud child of heaven from their respective powers, endowed with rare talents. Yeli Kong’s all-dismissive attitude was highly arrogant.

"Oh—" Yan Si removed the cigar from his mouth, exhaling a white mist and tilted his bald head with a mocking smile, "Great genius Kong, you’re not scared, are you?"

The slow shifting Heavy Pupils in Yeli Kong’s eyes moved sideways, casting a glance at the bald man in the distance. A cold, murderous intent flickered deep within his eyes.

However, in the next moment, he shook his head with a slight curl of his lips, "Very well, since you all have such confidence in your own talents, I shall accompany you to the end."

By then, Jiang Qiue and Xia Feng had already drawn closer to the area.

Xia Feng, upon hearing their discussion, couldn’t help but get excited. Were these geniuses actually going to compete on the spot to see who could learn the A-level Spiritual Clothes first?

This could be effortless gain.

If Miss Mu happened to be on the scene, he could discreetly freeload on the Spiritual Clothes.

Of course... if Miss Mu wasn’t around, he would have missed this excellent opportunity. Xia Feng silently observed everyone, his heart filled with dilemma.

Jiang Qiue shared the same doubts, her gaze thoughtfully glancing at Xia Feng by her side.

She knew, Xia Feng might very well be the rumored Sirius, with exceptional talent and presumably quick at learning Spiritual Clothes.

Her concern now was whether or not to let Xia Feng learn the Blood Spirit Mechanism. Eventually, she would tame and control Xia Feng, and the stronger his combat power, the more secure she would feel.

Yet, currently not knowing the specific functionalities of the Blood Spirit Mechanism, letting Xia Feng suddenly learn a new A-level skill might be a blessing or a curse for the current situation.

Meanwhile, after everyone agreed, Yeli Kong soared to the top of the giant blood furnace.

Taking down the golden Spirit Paper from above, he glanced around at the people who subtly encircled him—a clear sign that if he intended to monopolize the Spirit Paper, they would jointly attack him.

Yeli Kong snorted dismissively and activated the Spiritual Particles, manifesting the structure diagram on the Spirit Paper, which scattered across the void like scattered stars.

At the same time, the fourteen tracks of Enlightenment Trace from the Spirit Paper soared upward, like silver serpents dispersing rapidly, burrowing into the foreheads of the crowd.

This A-level Spirit Paper was the Multi-trace Spirit Paper, having 24 Enlightenment Traces in total, more than enough for everyone present.

Even the artificial life next to Jiang Qiue received one, a lavish distribution.

Jiang Qiue did not immediately collect Xia Feng’s Enlightenment Trace, knowing getting the trace didn’t mean instantly mastering the A-level Spiritual Clothes. She decided to first see the limit of Xia Feng’s talent.