My Superpower Is Piloting Magical Girl Corpses?

After the first physical attack was blocked, the remaining flames had already seeped through the gaps within it.

The crimson radiance slammed squarely into Wu Nuo's face.

Then it exploded with a thunderous roar!

Boom!!!

The blaze spread, instantly engulfing Wu Nuo's head, like a bomb detonating at point-blank range right on his face.

The sheer impact sent his body flying backward like a kite with its string cut, carving a deep trench over a dozen meters long across the barren ground.

The flames and slashes abruptly ceased.

Everything fell silent.

The empty wasteland was plunged into a deathly stillness.

At the end of the trench, Wu Nuo slowly rose to his feet.

At that moment, his once- arrogant face and pink hair were blackened by soot, but he stood up as if completely unharmed, then brushed off the dust and gravel clinging to his white sleeveless training top.

The fact that [Impermeable] had been breached didn't mean he would be injured.

As the current [Strongest], Wu Nuo was nearly flawless—the curse power within his body automatically protected him, and on top of that, this punch's force had already been halved. Aside from knocking him flying and making him feel pain, it was basically useless.

But... the humiliation was extreme.

Because it meant that even when going all out in a reaction contest, he had still lost.

Wu Nuo slowly raised his head, looking at the expressionless youth in the distance. Beneath the gray glint in his eyes, a few bloodshot veins began to surface.

Countless thoughts, accompanied by the lingering pain, flooded into his mind like congested blood.

This was the first time in his life.

As the strongest in Wind Capital's generation, Wu Nuo had actually felt a sense of defeat from a wild superhuman a few years younger than himself.

I... lost?

Lost to someone with a lower cultivation level than me...

The moment this thought arose, an indescribable surge of impulse flared up instantly, almost making him lose his grip on reason.

"......"

—He had to wash away the shame of this defeat.

He was going to get serious.

Without any deliberation, Wu Nuo had already raised his hand, forming a hand seal.

Palms held together loosely, index and little fingers bent and pressed into the palms.

The Asura Demon Heavenly Palm Seal.

The Guyue Sect had a long history. The origin of the [Thirty-Three Cavern Heavens] technique could be traced back over a thousand years, but that didn't mean later inheritors hadn't improved upon it.

In fact, it had grown step by step into what it was now.

Once, a sect leader named Wu Yong had reversed the original [Thirty-Three Cavern Heavens] technique, developing it into a killing move, causing a qualitative leap in its power.

By flipping the inside of [Impermeable] outward, all the compressed unstable spatial phases were released externally, creating a relentless, lag-free onslaught of slashes.

Upon being hit, the target would turn to dust like a gust of wind blowing them away.

[Technique Reversal].

[Sen...

"......"

But just then.

Wu Nuo's movements suddenly froze.

Because the youth before him had also changed his posture.

Lin Guang clenched his fists, thrusting them forward, overlapping one above the other as if holding something.

His lips moved slightly, as if about to chant something.

In that instant.

An indescribable, utterly terrifying aura of death slowly emanated from the youth, instantly locking onto Wu Nuo.

Those still-burning crimson eyes stared at him faintly, like a butcher eyeing livestock.

The meaning within them was unmistakable.

—Annoy me again, and I'll kill you.

Wu Nuo's pupils contracted to pinprick size. Every hair on his body stood on end. His battle instincts, which he prided himself on, were screaming frantic warnings at him.

Death.

Without his [Curse Tool] and the sect leader's secret treasure, he might die.

What kind of killing move could give him this kind of pressure?

Wait, could it be—

Cold sweat dripped down the pink-haired youth's forehead.

Lin Guang's stance before him seemed like he was about to reveal the true face beneath his cold, composed young exterior.

Wu Nuo suddenly realized something.

No.

It wasn't a technique.

From start to finish, all of Lin Guang's attacks had merely been some kind of fine manipulation of power.

At most, they were just attacks imbued with attributes.

In other words, Lin Guang had been fighting without using any technique at all from the very beginning.

Techniques—the collective term for all superhuman special abilities, the very foundation of their existence, the factor that accounted for the vast majority of one's combat power.

If he could fight to this level without using a technique, then if he unleashed it, how terrifying would his power climb to...

And moreover, his [Curse Power] was clearly inferior to mine—how could his technique be this—

Wait!

In that flash, an extreme clarity blossomed from the depths of Wu Nuo's heart.

Orphanage background, unknown parents, different from ordinary people since childhood.

A solitary personality, maintaining order in the Western Suburbs, challenging schools all over Wind Capital.

Seeming out of step with this era, yet acting with strong purpose, as if constantly searching for supernatural beings.

And now, finally revealed before his eyes, the terrifying power hidden for who knows how long—power that made even him, the [Strongest], tremble with fear.

These pieces of information he had once read, combined with the knowledge of the Guyue Sect and the Wind Capital Sixth Division, were analyzed and deduced in Wu Nuo's mind, ultimately reaching an incredible but logical conclusion.

Could this guy be—

The pink-haired youth immediately released his hands, his gaze clearing: "Wait... wait a minute!!"

"......"

As soon as these words were spoken, Wu Nuo's battle intent dissipated as quickly as a Sichuan opera face-changing performance, and he suddenly let out an awkward laugh.

"Hahahaha!"

Watching the pink-haired youth who had released his hand seal and was suddenly laughing with his hands on his hips, Lin Guang narrowed his eyes slightly. He didn't withdraw his forward-clenched fists, but he made no further move either.

"Let's save the excitement for next time."

After a good while of awkward laughter, Wu Nuo finally stopped, shoved his hands into his pockets, and the fluctuation of power throughout his body calmed down. The faint spatial distortion disappeared, and he looked at Lin Guang again.

"Yeah... you, a perfect score."

Lin Guang: "..."

Wu Nuo looked at Lin Guang's still-expressionless face and those fists that hadn't yet been withdrawn. A drop of cold sweat could be seen trickling down his forehead. Then, moving slowly, he pulled a black-covered ID from his chest pocket and showed it to Lin Guang.

His ID photo and serial number were fully visible to Lin Guang.

One page looked like a standard official document, with the words "Wind Capital Sixth Division, Deputy Chief and Chief Executive Officer," while the other page's edge was adorned with intricate, mysterious patterns that even faintly carried a hint of magical power.

At the very center, there was only one, simple word.

[One].

"......"

Wu Nuo watched as Lin Guang slowly withdrew his hands, and his expression finally returned to normal. He said seriously, "I am the current world traveler of the 'Guyue Sect,' Wu Nuo."

"Officially certified."

"First-Grade Sorcerer."

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