Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal?

Chapter 919: Watch, Father

Today's opponent was a Battle Master ranked eighth, with very high popularity.This Battle Master already possessed the strength of a 99th-level Legendary Battle Master.

It was said he was the one with the best chance of achieving 99 consecutive victories.

Yet, facing Li Qingran, he still didn't last more than a few rounds. In the end, he only managed to force Li Qingran to use her Third Battle Technique and open her third World Ring.

Chen Huaian spent the entire match in the Battle Soul space, without any chance to take action at all.

It couldn't be helped; the combination of the Green Lotus Sword Manual and Li Qingran's comprehension of the sword path was simply too overpowered. Even if they were both Legendary Battle Masters, their power levels might be similar, but their understanding and utilization of that power were worlds apart.

If the way a Legendary Battle Master uses power is likened to an unrefined sword blank,

Then Li Qingran was a fully forged, sharp blade.

After coming down from the colosseum, Li Qingran was about to leave with Chen Huaian.

But in the passageway, she encountered a man completely shrouded in black mist, wearing a hood, his body hunched. The man wore a gray mask, obscuring his features, and his entire body exuded an uncomfortable aura.

Li Qingran glanced at the man and was about to detour around him.

However, the man transformed into a wisp of black smoke and coalesced in front of her once more.

"Hehehe…"

He let out an eerie laugh, finally raising his head. The eyes beneath the gray mask were like deep pools.

"One-Finger Killer Star? Don't be in such a hurry to leave…

Perhaps you can get something you want from me?

I have everything here. Only things you can't imagine, nothing I can't produce!"

Li Qingran looked coldly at the man blocking her path.

At the same time,

Chen Huaian was also observing this person through the Battle Soul space.

For any Battle Master who had appeared in the colosseum, whether Peak Battle Masters or Legendary ones, he could see their appearances through the silver-white mask.

Only this person before him was different.

Through that gray mask, he only saw a drifting, unstable mass of black mist.

That meant the man beneath the cloak was an existence on his own level, or perhaps, was protected by some power of his level.

It wasn't that the existence was necessarily that strong.

After all, he was currently just a Battle Soul and couldn't unleash his full strength.

If the deities of this world wanted to conceal some information, it was reasonable that he couldn't see through it completely.

"Master, can you tell what's up with this person? He looks like one of those NPCs or treasure chest monsters from games."

Li Qingran's soft, sticky voice sounded within the Battle Soul space.

Chen Huaian was silent for a moment. "Hmm… this person isn't quite right.

But, since he says he has everything, we can test him a bit, see what kind of thing he actually is."

Before Li Qingran could speak, the man was already impatient.

He said with a smile, "I see all the World Rings you've displayed so far are over a hundred thousand years old, right?

Let me guess, your ultimate goal in coming to this Demon Tower City must be to find better World Rings.

And World Rings, I have them!"

Hearing this, Li Qingran's face lit up with joy, and she hurriedly said, "Really? Then…"

"Hundred-thousand-year, five-hundred-thousand-year, I have them all!" The black-robed man took over the conversation.

"I want a million-year one!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the black-robed man fell silent.

After a long while, he finally said with a profound look in his eyes, "A Million-Year World Ring, do you know what that concept even is?

How can you just ask for a Million-Year World Ring like that! Didn't your family teach you not to be so greedy?"

"Didn't you say you have everything, only things I can't imagine?" Li Qingran placed her hands on her hips, waving dismissively with a look of disdain. "If you don't have the diamond drill, don't take on the porcelain work! If you don't have it, you don't have it. Move aside quickly, you're blocking my way home!"

The black-robed man trembled with anger. "You, what attitude is that! Do you know who I am!?"

"I don't care who you are, get out of the way now!" Li Qingran's patience was also exhausted.

If this person could produce a Million-Year World Ring, she might have had a little patience to talk a bit more.

Since he couldn't, what was he pretending for!

A waste of time!

"Five-hundred-thousand-year World Ring! No! An eight-hundred-thousand-year World Ring!" The black-robed man blocked Li Qingran's path again, spreading his arms. "How about an eight-hundred-thousand-year World Ring? Although it's still within the hundred-thousand-year category, it's not much different from a million-year one!"

He said in a gloomy tone, "You want a Million-Year World Ring, but can you even absorb it?

An eight-hundred-thousand-year World Ring is already a top-tier resource for someone at your current level!

Whether you can even absorb an eight-hundred-thousand-year ring is a question, and you still want a million-year one?

Greed, ambition, they aren't necessarily bad things, but don't let them burst your stomach!"

"Whether I can absorb it is none of your business. If you can't produce it, then get lost!"

Seeing this person being shamelessly persistent, Li Qingran directly summoned her Su Xian Sword, adopting a stance that said if you don't get out of the way right now, I'll stab you immediately.

Seeing this, the black-robed man could only step aside.

Perhaps due to some concern, he didn't truly want to clash with Li Qingran in this place.

He watched Li Qingran leave, gazing at that slender back, and snorted coldly:

"The supreme power bestowed by the gods, it was you who refused it… Since that's the case, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

The black-robed man rubbed the blood-red mask he had failed to give away in his hand, a flash of murderous light in his eyes. His five fingers suddenly clenched tightly.

*Crack—!*

The mask turned into a mass of black mist in his grasp.

Over the next few days, the colosseum of Demon Tower City seemed shrouded in a layer of bloody gloom.

Tang Er had changed.

If the previous him still retained some human warmth and bottom line,

Then the current him was like a Fierce Beast that had completely broken free from its shackles.

In the subsequent few matches, the audience discovered with horror that the Tang Er who would once show mercy to those who begged for their lives was gone.

In his place was a God of Death whose methods were extremely cruel!

Every time he made a move, it was with thunderous force; every attack was aimed at killing his opponent faster.

At the same time, he no longer pursued mere victory, but seemed to enjoy the process of tearing his opponents apart.

That palpable, murderous aura even made the audience sitting in the front rows feel a stinging sensation on their skin,

As if the temperature in the air had dropped several degrees because of his presence.

His ranking also skyrocketed like a rocket.

However, what was bizarre was that no matter how much his ranking rose,

No matter how close he got to that codenamed "One-Finger Killer Star," Li Qingran,

The two of them on the match schedule always seemed like two parallel lines, never intersecting.

It was as if an invisible hand was silently manipulating everything behind the scenes.

Deliberately suppressing the eruption of this earth-shattering collision, only to detonate the entire Demon Tower City's frenzy at the final moment.

But, the entanglement of fate ultimately cannot be avoided.

What is destined to come, will always come.

The next morning.

The sky was tinged with a depressing dark red.

Inside the room, Tang Er had just finished bathing.

Cold water droplets slid down the lines of his lean, muscular physique, but could not extinguish the two burning crimson flames in his eyes.

He stood by the window, not basking in the warmth of the sunlight as he usually did. His entire being radiated a bone-chilling cold that kept people at a distance.

He walked to the table, his gaze falling on an exquisite carrot-shaped pendant.

That was a gift from Little Rabbit, a token he treasured like a precious gem, something he would fondle and play with every day.

In the past, just seeing this pendant would always bring a trace of gentleness to his stiff face.

But today, his eyes were frighteningly cold.

His fingers hovered above the pendant for a moment, but in the end, instead of attaching it to his waist as usual, he simply flicked his hand.

*Tap.*

The carrot pendant, carrying warm memories, was coldly tossed onto the hard wooden table, lying alone in the shadows.

With no woman in your heart, drawing the sword naturally becomes divine.

Since he had chosen the path of a god-slayer, he no longer needed these weak attachments.

Tang Er turned around, picking up the mask that had turned dark red from the head of the bed.

The mask seemed to possess a certain magic. The moment it touched his fingertips, it seemed to faintly transmit a roar thirsty for slaughter.

He slowly pressed the mask onto his face.

A perfect fit.

At this moment, Tang Er's aura completely vanished, replaced by a suffocating, extreme killing intent.

He pushed the door open and walked out, his black Fitted Garments fluttering loudly in the morning wind.

In the distance, that majestic, grand colosseum lay quietly on the earth like a giant beast with its maw wide open.

Tang Er looked up, his emotionless eyes beneath the mask firmly locked on that direction.

The Battle Power within his body began to wildly stir at this moment.

Today, he had only one opponent.

Ranked second, One-Finger Killer Star.

Also, his father's murderer—Li Qingran!

"Watch, Father…"

A low, hoarse voice dissipated in the wind.

The small hut's door slammed shut with a *bang*.

The carrot pendant lying quietly on the table was also completely swallowed by the shadows.