Courting Death

Like a cat toying with a mouse, she had played this world's pinnacle powerhouses to death. Tanabo yawned, feeling somewhat bored. As expected, fighting real experts was the only thing that was truly interesting. Unfortunately, in the vast majority of cases, it was rare for one Mighty One to even clash with another, let alone engage in battle. After all, cultivating to this stage was no easy feat for anyone. No one wanted to inexplicably wager their life fighting and slaughtering another Mighty One. Just as this thought crossed her mind, however, a streak of red blade energy approached from afar, slashing down in an instant. An attack at the level of a Mighty One! Tanabo's eyes widened slightly. In a flash, a beam of light—black yet iridescent—condensed at her fingertip. When this light collided with the blade energy, a massive fissure instantly tore through the fabric of space in this world. Across the fissure, Tanabo looked toward the direction the blade energy had come from. A sailing ship was speeding forward, carrying several men and women of unknown strength who were glaring at her with fury. Tanabo immediately locked onto Zhang Shou, as among those people, only Zhang Shou was holding a saber; evidently, that distant strike had been slashed by him. The Aska was exceptionally fast. In just a few short minutes, the ship came to a halt at the other side of the fissure. The two sides simply stared at each other. "Looks like I've run into a righteous youth. What's the matter? Want to punish me?" Tanabo looked at Yu Xian, speaking with a half-smile. Zhang Shou's strength was easy to see through; at best, he was merely an elementary Mighty One. She could easily kill him. Instead, it was the ship itself that gave her an ominous feeling. She was certain that once she set foot aboard that ship, she would definitely die. Because of this, she chose to use reverse psychology. If the people aboard the ship wanted to fight, they could come down and fight. It would be perfect for her to take their wretched lives—the death of a Mighty One would undoubtedly generate a massive amount of calamity origin. "Punish you? Right now, all I want is to cleave you in two with my saber—one half to mince into meat sauce, and the other half to stuff into a latrine pit!" Zhang Shou did not move. Instead, he glared at Tanabo, gritting his teeth in fury. That previous strike had been delivered in sheer wrath, unleashing over fifty percent more power than his ordinary attacks, yet Tanabo had blocked it with ease. That alone was enough to prove she was far stronger than him. If he rashly agreed to fight Tanabo, losing face would be the least of his worries; if he ended up taken hostage, things would become truly troublesome. "Then come on!" Tanabo said with a chuckle upon hearing Zhang Shou's words. Yet through the slits of her smiling eyes gleamed a sharp glint. The moment Zhang Shou dared to step out, she would make her move. "Men fight men, and women fight women. Your opponent is me!" Nora spoke up at that moment, taking out a revolver and leisurely loading bullets into it. Niman also smiled. "Indeed. Why don't you pick an opponent from among us?" "Then can I pick her?" Tanabo sneered, pointing at Little Huangquan. Little Huangquan had just emerged from the cabin, carrying a tray filled with cookies she had baked herself. With Tanabo suddenly turning the focus onto her, a question mark practically popped over her head. "As expected of someone from the demonic path—truly shameless," Zhang Shou could not help cursing at this. Little Nora, however, shouted loudly, "Sister Huangquan, that bad person wants to fight you! Go beat her up!" "Beat her up? Oh." Little Huangquan still had not figured out the situation, but she had complete, hundred-percent trust in Little Nora. Since Little Nora thought this woman deserved a beating, then beating her up was the right thing to do. She placed the tray onto a table, looked at Tanabo, and asked, "Do you want to fight me?" "You dare to step out?" Tanabo did not believe for a second that Little Huangquan would actually step out. She suspected these people might be messing with her, and if she took the bait, she would just be mocked for being a fool. Little Huangquan stepped outside the protection of the Aska and nodded. "I'm out. How are we fighting?" What an opportunity! Tanabo's eyes instantly lit up. Countless feathers shot from behind her, launching an omnidirectional assault on Little Huangquan. "Smash her!" Little Huangquan, however, was not slow in the slightest. Taking out the Useful Mask, she silently recited her requirement in her mind and placed the mask directly onto her face. In the blink of an eye, Little Huangquan transformed from her little girl form into a teenage girl form, holding a spiked club in her hands. "It's not the magical girl form?" "So there's another form? Interesting!" "That spiked club... could it be a delinquent girl form?" Aboard the Aska, Nora and the others showed looks of surprise at Little Huangquan's appearance and began murmuring among themselves. Earlier, Little Huangquan had used the Useful Mask once, which turned her into a magical girl who shot hearts everywhere. Now, she was carrying a heart-shaped spiked club on her shoulder, and even the spikes on it were pink. "Despicable!" "You're courting death!" After transforming, Little Huangquan's personality indeed underwent a drastic change. If she had been gentle and quiet before transforming, now her temperament was fiery. No. Beyond fiery. As she roared, flames blazed within her eyes, and even her short hair swayed like fire. In truth, everything happened in a flash. She transformed, flew into a rage, and immediately shattered all the incoming feathers with a single swing of her club, reducing them to a cloud of pink dust. Immediately after, Violent Huangquan broke through the dust, moving swiftly toward Tanabo's position. By now, how could Tanabo not realize something was off about Violent Huangquan? She grew serious at once, her body—along with her peacock chair—instantly retreating thousands of meters. Having put distance between them, she said solemnly, "A bit interesting. But relying on external objects won't last long. I don't believe you can maintain this form forever." "It's enough that I can smash you to pieces." Violent Huangquan flashed forward, reappearing right in front of Tanabo, and swung the spiked club brutally toward her face. Yet a massive stream of white data surged out from Tanabo in an instant, directly forming a formidable energy barrier. When the spiked club slammed against the barrier, it only caused a giant crack to tear across it without shattering it completely. "Again!" Seeing this, Violent Huangquan immediately brought down another strike with the spiked club. "..." Tanabo no longer had the mind to talk trash. She had never expected that her powerful data shield would actually be unable to withstand Violent Huangquan's assault. She estimated that within two more swings at most, her shield would inevitably be smashed to pieces. Her starting class had been Doom Messenger, and once enhanced to the very peak, it would become Doom Information Manager. This was a very peculiar class, because she could manipulate an immense amount of data and information, even pulling off stunts similar to Sadako crawling out of a television. Of course, most importantly, she could create numerous curses and spread them across the information world; any living entity that viewed this information would be afflicted with a calamity curse. Slaughtering and causing disaster in this world was truly just a pastime for her. Her true methods lay embedded within the informational data of countless worlds—that was where the vast majority of calamity was wrought. Every second, countless people died from viewing the messages she sent, in numbers entirely beyond calculation.