"Simple?"
"You get a Calamity to help you, and see if he can seal a Beyonder characteristic of the same Sequence without harming you."
Gao Xinaim snorted.
"I just didn't say it, it doesn't mean I'm not grateful."
Xia Ai'er pouted and whispered.
"What did you say?"
Gao Xinaim raised her voice and asked.
"I said you love your people like your own children."
Xia Ai'er made a joke. He turned to leave, but found that the Spirit World passage out was forcibly closed.
"You... this is?"
He stiffly turned around.
"I only suggested it; I didn't urge you to leave the Elves' territory now."
"You can continue to digest the Beyonder characteristic in your body and master the power of Calamity in advance. My seal is quite special; every time you use the power of Calamity, a portion of the characteristic will merge with you. Only when you truly master some of the Calamity's power can you maintain the seal's existence after you leave me."
Gao Xinaim said in a calm tone.
"Oh, your seal is mainly about violent suppression, requiring a constant re-injection of power to suppress it. Only when I master some of the Calamity's authority can you save some effort when helping me."
Xia Ai'er translated through the Spectator's analysis and the White Towern's wisdom.
"I watched your battle with the Sea King of the Storm Church."
"It was terrible."
"You rose too quickly from Sequence Five to Sequence Three. Storm, Spectator, White Towern, and a small part of something else—you haven't mastered any of these powers at all. It's as ridiculous as trying to stab someone with an arrow."
Gao Xinaim said expressionlessly.
"I'll learn."
Xia Ai'er raised his hands in surrender.
Which Transmigrator had rich combat experience before transmigrating? A normal person probably hadn't even been in many fights, right?
Here, killing someone doesn't require compensation, but it's easy to be the one who gets killed.
"Come here, I'll teach you."
Gao Xinaim hooked her finger, her legs crossed.
"Is this appropriate? Should we change locations? Wouldn't it be a shame if the Spirit World space you painstakingly opened was shattered?"
Xia Ai'er shook his head. He had at least touched the threshold of Calamity now, and it was indeed possible to shatter a Spirit World space. It wasn't about destroying the Spirit World; opening a few openings shouldn't be difficult.
"It's alright, I'll teach you the most basic things first."
Gao Xinaim rose from the throne. She walked over step by step.
"The most basic? Are you going to teach me how to use Beyonder abilities? Or various practical spell-like abilities?"
Xia Ai'er asked curiously.
"Neither. What you need to learn first is close-quarters combat."
As the Elf Queen spoke, thunder seemed to rumble in his ears, and a flash of silver-white light appeared before his eyes. Xia Ai'er was sent flying backward again, crashing into a massive stone pillar in the palace.
The Elf Queen retracted her fair and slender leg. She watched Xia Ai'er roll twice on the ground and shook her head. Her figure was as fast as lightning, and she took one step to Xia Ai'er's side, kicking him again.
"Wait!"
Xia Ai'er grabbed the Elf Queen's ankle. The immense force made the Elf's wrist feel a little numb. He looked up at Gao Xinaim, annoyed, and said:
"Can't you just control an elemental avatar to beat me up? I don't want to punch you. It feels awkward, it's disgusting!"
"You tell me where to hit you? Your face or your chest? Or your stomach? I can only hit your shoulder, that's not fair!"
Xia Ai'er really didn't want to fight a woman like this. Using weapons or casting skills was fine, but punching and kicking familiar people felt very uncomfortable to him.
Before he transmigrated, he was an ordinary person who didn't smoke, drink, or fight. He really wasn't used to this!
He didn't want to fight!
He only got used to killing blows!
"Am I fighting you? Am I playing house with you? You can hit wherever you want!"
"Why didn't you say you weren't used to it when you fought that Sea King? You don't want to hit women? Do you care about these things?"
"No, looking at your expression, you don't want to fight a familiar woman like a brawling child? You feel it would be a loss of face for you?"
"Your behavior makes me a little hesitant to let you out, lest you don't even know how you died."
Gao Xinaim felt that Xia Ai'er simply didn't understand the bloodiness and cruelty of this world.
She watched Xia Ai'er subconsciously and hesitantly loosen his grip on her ankle. She mercilessly lifted her foot and kicked him flying.
"What kind of era do you come from, exactly?"
"Why so many messy scruples? You just touched a foot and you have to pull your hand back. What are you afraid of? If you weren't a naturally extraordinary creature, I'd really wonder how you would survive in this world."
"Not like a man at all."
Gao Xinaim frowned deeply. She adhered to a ruthless worldview where survival was paramount and couldn't understand Xia Ai'er's dilemma arising from gender differences.
The ancient wars depicted in the Elf murals around them also seemed to emphasize what kind of world this was.
Zzzzt! Zzzzt!
Silver-white lightning crackled around him. Xia Ai'er was annoyed by Gao Xinaim's decisive attacks. She just kicked whenever she wanted?
This was the second sudden attack. Is she the only one who can launch sneak attacks?
He was surrounded by thunder as he pounced towards Gao Xinaim.
The air in the Elf palace became thick and heavy. Invisible winds, like shackles, bound the Elf Queen.
Gao Xinaim looked at the Elves' stimulated hair standing on end. She stood still, her eyebrows slightly raised, somewhat anticipating Xia Ai'er's performance.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Gao Xinaim was tackled by Xia Ai'er. The two rolled twice on the ground. The lightning crackling around Gao Xinaim's fingertips was like steel needles, disintegrating Xia Ai'er's defense, quickly seeping into his flesh. She looked at Xia Ai'er's raised fist, seemingly waiting for something.
Electric snakes bit into his flesh, and the painful stimulation once again allowed instinct to gain the upper hand. She had not been polite, and he should not be polite either. In terms of control over lightning, Xia Ai'er was far from Gao Xinaim's match, but in terms of basic strength values, the gap was not so terrifying.
His palm was covered with a layer of scales. He threw a punch, aiming for the Elf Queen's head, the most suitable target for attack.
Gao Xinaim watched as the electric light accumulating on his fist grew closer. Her eyes showed no fluctuation. She flicked her finger gently, and some of the Calamity characteristic's seal was released. Xia Ai'er's emotions were affected by the characteristic. Low-frequency thunder rumbled from his chest, and his personality became more brutal.
Thump!
Xia Ai'er's punch landed beside the Elf Queen's delicate and beautiful face. His fist finally hit the ground not far away, instantly creating a deep pit, and silver-white electric snakes hissed furiously.
Xia Ai'er's long hair, stimulated by the electricity, seemed to lose control, falling loosely to cover his cheeks. His expression was somewhat distorted, but his overall demeanor carried a hint of confusion.
What am I doing?
This isn't fun...
Hit her? Why?
Xia Ai'er was a little unaccustomed. They seemed to be simulating a battle. He shouldn't be squeamish; he should just hit directly. He just shouldn't use his fists? Would it be better to kick?
But it's meaningless.
Can I change opponents?
No, what am I doing?
This seems meaningless...
Isn't killing her simpler than hitting her?
He was just not used to using his fists. He wouldn't waver at all when destroying a small town with a lightning storm, regardless of whether they were male, female, old, or young...
"Xia Ran," who had basically never fought, caused trouble, or skipped school since childhood, had trembling hands.
How should he hit her better?
"It's really interesting. You don't respect and revere the Elf Queen's identity like other Elves do. You also don't have fear or awe towards the former God of the Sun, now the Six Gods."
"Facing an enemy, you can be crazier than an aberrant. When you first saw me, you weren't afraid, you weren't afraid of a true Angel. Why now, after getting a little familiar, are you so full of scruples? You weren't as conflicted when you subconsciously wanted to create an electric ball to blow me up as you are now, swinging your fist."
Gao Xinaim "read" Xia Ai'er's psychological activity. She gently brushed her fingertips over Xia Ai'er's tense hand, then suddenly laughed, looking at Xia Ai'er, who was planning to get up in a very dejected manner:
"In such a hurry to get up?"
"Don't you want to ride a little longer?"
Clang!
A light sentence was like a clap of thunder.
Xia Ai'er's movement to prop himself up froze. He looked as if he had gone silly, his mind a blank. His pointed ears, not covered by his long hair, rapidly turned crimson, but his face instantly turned pale.
He was like a dead man, stiff as a corpse.