Chapter 365: Chapter 52: This Youth Left Everyone Behind, Qi and Blood Power Training Under the Starry Sky

THUMP-THUMP—THUMP-THUMP—

Anya’s heart was still pounding in her chest, and exhilarated blood surged wildly through her veins.

This late night, this starry sky, this insane vertical dive toward the lake’s surface, and that brilliant flash of lightning descending from the heavens—it was all seared deep into her mind.

The Triangular Wing had pulled out of its vertical dive and resumed a stable flight pattern, gliding gracefully just a hundred meters above the lake.

The night wind remained sharp, a lingering accompaniment to the astonishing performance that had just taken place.

"Phew—"

The Noble Lady let out a long breath.

She composed herself, turned to Mo Ning, and asked, "Was the Demon Horned Crocodile killed?"

That Thunder Blade had been too terrifying. She was absolutely certain that if it had hit its target, the monster was undoubtedly dead, but she needed to be sure.

Mo Ning laughed heartily. "Of course, it’s dead!"

The powerful Witchcraft he had just used was, of course, the Thunder Blade Technique he had personally modified.

But this blade was not entirely the same as the standard version submitted in his thesis.

This was a personal "enhanced-power version," to which he’d added a few personal touches that others couldn’t replicate.

Mo Ning had embedded an extremely refined Divination structure within it—a ring-like structure derived from Soul Witchcraft, which he had named the Energy Gathering Ring.

Without a soul possessing a strong affinity for Thunder Power, it would be impossible to construct an Energy Gathering Ring.

As its name implied, it possessed a wondrous ability: gathering the scattered Thunder Power from the environment.

The moment the Thunder Blade formed and swung down, it had frantically gathered all the free-floating Thunder Power from the air, the water, and the earth within a radius of several thousand meters. It sucked the power in like a great whale drawing in water, pouring it all into the blade’s edge.

This caused the Thunder Blade’s power to surge by a full 20% at the very instant it struck—a truly astonishing increase.

On a battlefield, it would be enough to turn a clash between equals into a one-sided slaughter.

The Thunder Blade moved faster than the naked eye could follow. The instant it descended, the Demon Horned Crocodile lurking just beneath the water’s surface finally sensed the deadly killing intent from the sky.

But it was too late!

By the time it realized death was upon it, death was already overhead.

And all of this had been foreshadowed long before the Triangular Wing even began its vertical dive.

When a piercing shriek echoed from the sky, the Demon Horned Crocodile immediately picked up the signal. It assumed some large bird was stalling and falling—a plump meal delivering itself right to its doorstep.

It didn’t know that this sound was a "lure" intentionally created by Mo Ning.

The Aviator possessed numerous refined functions, including a set of Magic Patterns specifically designed to suppress all sorts of noise, allowing the entire Triangular Wing to approach a target silently in the dark of night.

But Mo Ning had allowed the whistling to spread unchecked, turning it into "bait" for his hook.

This Demon Horned Crocodile had dominated these waters for so long that it had forgotten the meaning of caution.

Without hesitation, it shot up from a depth of ten meters to the surface, ready to hunt.

And so, the moment the Thunder Blade fell, the Demon Horned Crocodile was completely exposed on the unobstructed surface of the lake, having lost the water’s final, natural barrier.

By the time the powerful monster realized something was wrong, it only had time for a single, panicked flick of its tail.

The next second, the Thunder Blade struck its scale-covered head with pinpoint accuracy.

"HISS—"

The first thing the Thunder Blade tore through was a protective membrane of water, formed by Water Witchcraft.

This dense and resilient shield could have blocked many powerful attacks, but before the Thunder Blade, it was as thin as paper and was effortlessly pierced.

Rampant Thunder Power then flooded the Demon Horned Crocodile’s entire body, and an intense paralysis locked away any ability to resist.

The Thunder Blade released a terrifying heat. The crocodile’s skin at the point of contact was instantly vaporized, followed by its flesh, and then its skull.

The blade’s edge pierced through the brain and, its momentum unabated, exited through the lower jaw, carrying with it a spray of charred debris and billowing steam.

This dreaded Demon Horned Crocodile, when faced with a true Hunter like Mo Ning, proved to be little stronger than a rabbit peeking out of its burrow.

It was dead!

And yet, after killing it in a single strike, the Thunder Blade had not even expended half its power.

The remaining power erupted, transforming into an incandescent sun blooming beneath the water. The blinding white light illuminated the entire lakebed as if it were day.

The innocent fish in the lake were terribly unlucky—those nearby were instantly electrocuted by the Thunder Power, turning belly-up, while those farther away were stunned by the aftershock, all of them floating up from the gloomy depths.

At this moment, Mo Ning looked down at the lake he had turned upside down and laughed loudly. "Our midnight snack has appeared. I hope it tastes good."

He truly had never read any descriptions of Demon Horned Crocodile meat in books, so he could only "hope."

Anya followed his pointing finger and her gaze locked onto a behemoth of a crocodile, nearly six meters long, floating motionlessly on the water’s surface.

Right in the center of the crocodile’s head was a shocking, charred fissure—undoubtedly the fatal wound.

On either side of its forehead were two short, ink-black horns, curving slightly toward the night sky. This feature was an exact match for the illustrations in her classroom textbooks.

’It really is a Demon Horned Crocodile!’

And all around it, freshwater fish of all shapes and sizes continued to float up from the depths one after another, as if the lake itself were offering additional tribute to the blade that struck it.

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