Dragon Raja 3; Chapter 416: God’s Downfall (8)

Dragon Raja 3

Ashuya felt an inexplicable thrill. He had always suspected that Cassell College was far more dangerous than its facade of lunacy and chaos suggested. There had to be individuals like Chu Zihang lurking within—deadly powerhouses. Ashuya never believed that Lu Mingfei and Caesar represented the College’s core; he yearned for opponents like this girl, radiating an aura of icy arrogance and supremacy from the moment she appeared. Such a person was worthy of being Ashuya’s enemy.

The girl strode out of the elevator, heading straight toward Ashuya and his team with an almost reckless boldness.

The Kantō Branch could no longer hold back. Kotake’s elder sister, Rakuyō, leapt into action, vaulting from her car’s sunroof.

The girl jumped onto the car roof with her umbrella in hand, evading Rakuyō’s blade with a graceful, dance-like motion. With a single hand, she pushed against Rakuyō’s shoulder, dislocating it and sending her spiraling off.

The girl caught Rakuyō’s sword mid-air, spun around, and sliced through Nagafune’s rifle barrel. With a sweep of the blade’s flat side, she shattered Nagafune’s cheekbone. She then hurled the sword, which pierced Kotetsu’s right chest.

The team leaders leapt onto car roofs, lunging at the girl. “Masamune’s” stabbing fist was caught, his wrist dislocated in the next instant.

“Kanmitsu” had barely climbed halfway out of his sunroof before the girl stomped down on his chest, leaving him wedged in the window and unconscious.

“Kagemitsu,” with his ironclad physique, leaped high into the air, but the girl leaped even higher. Her knee struck the back of his neck, sending him plummeting down and collapsing Nagafune’s GTR as he hit.

Amidst the rain, her silhouette rose and fell, while the team leaders were flung away like weeds uprooted by a storm.

Ashuya suddenly laughed and began clapping. “Bravo!”

The scene was breathtaking. A white figure leaping across car roofs, the team leaders sent flying like debris in her wake. The girl barely used any strength—her movements were precise, as if slicing through the seams of flowing water.

Ashuya’s teacher had once said, Everything in the world has seams—from human bones to water currents. When your blade slips into the seam of flowing water, you’ll feel no resistance as the stream parts before you. That’s when your blade comes alive, like a fish swimming through the water.

The girl’s combat style was surreal. Most of her strikes relied on elbows and knees, reminiscent of the ferocity of Muay Thai, yet her movements were fluid and graceful, like a solo dance. She barely touched the ground, springing back into motion with every knee strike.

Ashuya suddenly remembered this was a military combat technique, once used by the KGB to train their operatives. Yet the bulky Russian men could never wield it with such elegance.

Rakuyō descended, aiming a blade strike at the girl’s nape. Her Yanling, “Oni Victory,” nullified her pain receptors. Humans are naturally limited by their pain; trying to exert 100% of their strength could cause pain so intense it leads to fainting—a self-protection mechanism. But with Oni Victory, Rakuyō could unleash up to eight times her normal strength, even at the cost of breaking her own bones.

For the first time, Ashuya saw Rakuyō wield the long blade of her “Snowy Twin Blades.” Amid the blade’s glint, faint yellow leaves seemed to swirl and fall.

It was a clever visual trick—the back of the blade was inlaid with gold, creating an illusion of whirling leaves during high-speed slashes.

Almost simultaneously, Kotetsu emerged from the Viper sports car beneath the girl, finally seizing his chance. His serrated hook knife slashed toward her ankle.

Ashuya’s eyes widened. He wanted to see how the girl would handle an attack from two directions. So far, she had barely dodged; her offense and defense were seamlessly intertwined, like a dance. But what kind of move could counter two enemies at once?

The girl leaped straight up, meeting Rakuyō’s blade head-on.

“She’s leaping into a dead end,” Ashuya muttered. With enemies above and below, she had no leverage to dodge in mid-air. Like a fish out of water, she seemed doomed to fail.

Suddenly, the girl reached out, bypassing the blade to grab Rakuyō’s belt and yanked her downward. In an instant, Rakuyō became a weapon, hurtling toward Kotetsu in the car below!

Kotetsu, unwilling to harm his ally, was forced to retract his weapon. The girl then shoved Rakuyō through the sunroof, where she collided with the steering wheel and passed out.

The girl landed on the car roof, pulled Kotetsu out of the sunroof, and delivered an elbow strike to his jaw.

The metal prosthetic of Kotetsu’s lower jaw flew into the air, bouncing a few times as it hit the ground. Without even glancing at it, the girl turned toward her final opponent—Ashuya, who was slowly drawing his blade.

“Before we begin, I have a question,” Ashuya called out. “What’s your rank in the College’s undergraduate division?”

He was desperate to know the answer. He had never heard of this girl before, only of Chu Zihang. He wanted to know—was this girl faster, or was Chu Zihang?

“Fourth.”

Asuya was stunned. Such a fierce offensive, such a complete analysis of the opponent’s attacks, and yet she was ranked only fourth at headquarters? Then who were the top three? And what rank was Chu Zihang?

“Second question—Chu Zihang…” Asuya’s long blade grazed the girl’s face, the tip aimed at her forehead.

The hem of the white dress flickered, and Asuya caught a faint scent from the girl. His sword shattered, and the girl leapt, her knee smashing into Asuya’s cheek, breaking the ancient blade along with it. Fragments of the blade embedded into Asuya’s face, and he fell flat on his back.

He stared blankly at the rain falling from the sky, unable to believe his defeat. He still had three questions to ask—how had the attack come so suddenly? And so fast?

The girl’s final strike had no beauty of a dance, just the simplest, most direct, and brutally efficient knee strike. It was so fast it was imperceptible. Using a knee to strike steel—was this the kind of combat a girl should even be learning?

The girl bent down to pick up the long spear lying on the ground and coldly gazed at the sniper position 150 meters away. At this distance, without binoculars, it was impossible to even make out a face. The gun in her hand was far inferior to the sniper rifle in the sniper’s hands.

Yet, the standoff lasted a full ten seconds. The sniper still couldn’t fire. He lacked the confidence to defeat that girl. He knew that the moment he fired, she would retaliate. He didn’t know how good her marksmanship was—he was simply overwhelmed by her presence.

Some snipers are like that—they are used to trading someone else’s life for the cost of a single bullet but regard their own lives as more precious than anything else.

A gurgling sound came from Asuya’s throat. “The three people… above you… who are they? What rank is Chu Zihang?”

“I’m not on the same level as Chu Zihang,” the girl said coolly.

The severe blood loss and injuries caused Asuya’s consciousness to blur, but he still tried to understand what the girl meant. Not on the same level as Chu Zihang… What did that mean? Asuya hadn’t even asked about her grade level.

“I thought you were asking about my exam scores. My GPA ranking is fourth in my grade. Chu Zihang and I aren’t in the same grade, so we’re not comparable.” The girl finally understood the real meaning behind Asuya’s question.

Before completely losing consciousness, Asuya smiled bitterly at the sky. Damn… she thought I was asking about her GPA? She seriously thought Cassell College was just a normal school? GPA didn’t mean anything there. The only thing that mattered was strength…

Why would someone so powerful even care about GPA?

So in the end, Cassell’s undergraduates were still just a bunch of lunatics—a garden full of bizarre flowers.

The girl glanced at the electronic watch on her wrist. She had started a countdown when she parted ways with Shio, and now 25 minutes had passed. She had promised to buy him 35 minutes, so there were still 10 minutes to go.

The two tunneling machines deep underground were both at full speed. If Shio opened the Well of Bones first, he would win. If the Oni Clan’s tunnel broke through first, then they would win.

The mercury had already been poured out, and the thermite incendiary bombs on the winch were lowered close to the water surface. Holding an umbrella, the girl stood high on the beam.

She looked so fragile, her dress fluttering in the wind, like a little princess out for a stroll with her parasol. But her presence subdued the entire Red Well. Her posture made it clear to everyone: she was guarding the Red Well, and as long as she was there, no one would be allowed to enter that space.

The sniper was only 150 meters away, but after trying three or four times to muster his courage, he hesitated each time before chambering a round. He was afraid that the sound of loading the rifle would alert her, and she would come after him like a ghost. For a hybrid, a distance of 150 meters was nothing. In the end, the sniper quietly climbed down from the ancient pine tree where he was hiding. This distinguished sniper slipped into the forest in shame, hoping to escape. But the moment his feet touched the ground, he froze. Right in front of him was a laser monitoring device—the Fūma clan’s ninjas had already tracked him.

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