My crazy Cultivation Path

CHAPTER 128

Her yellow hair whipped with every move she made as she and Zina faced off against the twins, Hurry and Plasdors.

Gracefully dodging Hurry’s strikes, Sys thrust her spear forward, slicing through the air straight at him.

Hurry, wielding a long sword, slashed diagonally to deflect Sys’s spear.

“Interesting. Let’s see if you can keep up,” Sys thought.

She pulled the spear back toward her. At her will, the weapon burst into flames.

Sys began spinning her spear in a series of controlled, precise movements.

Hurry remained stoic, parrying the spear that assaulted him from every possible angle.

Then, with a single motion, he leveled his sword horizontally. Using his blinding speed—the same speed that had kept him at spear’s length until now—he suddenly closed the gap and stood right in front of Sys. He slashed horizontally.

She barely blocked with the tip of her spear, struggling.

That’s when she noticed Hurry eyeing her with a mocking smirk.

“You think you’re some kind of assassin, flailing that spear around like an idiot?” he spat, voice dripping with contempt.

He exchanged a glance with his brother, who was being pushed hard by Zina.

A single nod was all it took. Hurry sent Sys flying backward with a brutal kick to the abdomen.

The twins regrouped and spoke in low voices.

“We clearly can’t take them one-on-one,” Hurry stated.

“You’re right. The one I’m fighting is a real beast. Her hands, her feet—everything’s dangerous,” Plasdors replied.

“Then Avison, we take them together. And this time, you fight for real,” Hurry ordered.

Plasdors pouted.

“But you said we were gonna have fun…”

Hurry placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder; a predatory grin stretched across his lips.

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“There’s more than one kind of fun. Torture isn’t the only thing that gets the blood pumping. A tough fight can be just as good. So give it everything—because I sure as hell will.”

Sys and Zina understood the fight had just shifted: it was now two against two.

They stood side by side.

Plasdors suddenly roared, the sound drilling into their ears.

He had sheathed his dagger. His hands were empty… yet he moved them as if he were holding something.

The two women activated their æther sight—too late.

They saw an æther-forged bow in Plasdors’s hands. And worse: æther arrows already inches from their heads.

Precision. The word hammered in their minds.

The arrows grazed them, carving thin, bleeding scars across their cheeks.

It had taken Plasdors only a split second to loose them. A few centimeters to the right, and their skulls would have been pierced clean through.

They exchanged a loaded glance. He had to die first.

“Right in front of you!” Sys warned.

Zina whipped her head around. Hurry wore an ice-cold smile.

Without warning, he slashed across Zina’s left leg.

“Dirty bastard,” she thought, striking back instantly.

But from her right, an æther sword was already coming for her.

Igniting her limbs with fire, Zina exhaled a sudden torrent of blazing flames.

Pssht.

Hurry leaped back, narrowly avoiding the inferno.

“You’re the annoying type, huh? But I doubt you can keep breathing fire forever,” he mocked.

The next instant, Sys tried to run him through with her spear.

Only to be hampered by Plasdors’s arrows—now aimed with terrifying accuracy.

“How about we really get started, Hurry? Let’s show them our alchemy,” Plasdors roared.

Hurry tightened his grip on his weapons without a word. No need.

Wielding twin swords—a style built on speed and surgical precision—he took on both Sys and Zina at once, backed by Plasdors. Unlike most archers, Plasdors wasn’t hanging back; he was right in the thick of it.

Sys gritted her teeth. Hurry’s attack speed had risen yet again. His synergy with Plasdors was demonic: the moment the sword flurry stopped, arrows rained exactly where they hurt most.

“This duo is dangerous,” she thought, dodging projectiles that had become far harder to avoid now that Plasdors was so close.

Yet, despite her frustration, what truly pissed her off was Zina… who was giving Hurry absolute hell.

With her savage close-quarters style and flames dancing around her limbs, Zina turned every strike and block into something explosive.

Before Hurry’s blades could reach her, she deflected them by wildly hammering his shoulders.

The blows kept coming. Hurry lingered on Zina longer, hunting for an opening.

Then, with a brutal straight punch, Zina poured everything into one attack.

From her fist erupted a miniature pillar of fire—no taller than a child—that slammed into Hurry. He barely crossed his swords into a shield in time.

Blasted backward, he landed beside his brother, eyes wide.

No question: if he hadn’t blocked, his abdomen would’ve had a gaping hole straight through it.

He shot Plasdors a look. Message received.

They had to end this before the other lunatic pulled out any more surprises.

Zina stood stunned. Despite the massive energy drain, she was floored by the raw power she’d just unleashed.

“You think this is the time to space out? After what you just showed them, they’re gonna want us dead—fast,” Sys snapped.

“And you? You still got something left in the tank?” Zina asked.

“Pfft. You’ll see,” Sys muttered.