Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 525 – I Am Your Great-Aunt

The wind was strong at high altitude.

Lin Fan hovered at the same height as Long Zhan, dressed in a sailor uniform. The pleated skirt fluttered wildly in the wind, forcing her to use one hand to press it down.

Under normal circumstances, this sight would have made a group of otaku stare wide-eyed. But suspended above the blood-soaked Azurewood City, it only felt bizarre.

Long Zhan halted his attack, his purple-gold vertical pupils sizing up the young woman before him.

“What kind of creature are you?” Long Zhan’s tone was hostile. He couldn’t sense powerful Spirit Energy from this girl—only a faint, elusive sense of wrongness.

Below.

Long Yan gasped for breath, the sword wound on his chest so deep it exposed bone. He looked up at the sky and recognized the girl’s face.

“Yui?” Long Yan blurted out.

He knew that face. She was the handmaiden Long Wu had brought back from the Rift to Border Dragon City.

That girl who always kept her head down, who never dared to speak loudly.

How could she fly? Why was she dressed like that?

Long Teng clutched his collapsed left shoulder and followed Long Yan’s gaze. He was stunned too.

“Wu’er’s handmaiden?” Long Teng coughed up blood. “Didn’t she die in Border Dragon City?”

Long Yi dragged his broken dragon wing closer to the other two. “What nonsense are you two spouting? A handmaiden can fly this high? And withstand Long Zhan’s Domain Pressure?”

All three were completely baffled.

Lin Fan had no time to deal with these three cripples below. She glanced at Long Yan’s half-dead state and curled her lips.

“Feeding kills like that.”

She raised her right hand and snapped her fingers crisply.

“Life Domain, open.”

Extremely dense emerald light erupted from her palm, transforming into a rain of green light that landed precisely on Long Teng, Long Yan, and Long Yi.

Exhausted meridians were refilled with Spirit Energy.

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Long Teng’s collapsed shoulder emitted crisp sounds of bone regrowth, restoring itself within seconds.

Long Yi’s severed dragon wing sprouted new flesh, golden scales covering it without even leaving a scar.

The fatal wound on Long Yan’s chest healed in the blink of an eye.

This kind of unreasonable—even shameless—group healing ability was unique in the entire world.

Long Teng suddenly snapped to realization, ignoring the blood on his body, and shouted involuntarily: “Lei Jie?”

Long Yi also understood. Besides that white-haired goddess who had pulled them back from the gates of hell in Border Dragon City, who else could possess such means?

Long Yan’s jaw nearly hit the ground.

Lei Jie?

That aloof, sacred, untouchable Life Goddess?

How had she become Yui? And wearing such strange clothes that exposed her thighs?

“Lei Jie has quite an unusual hobby,” Long Yan muttered inwardly, not daring to say it aloud.

Hearing the exclamations from below, Long Zhan’s expression darkened.

“You’re that woman from last time?” Long Zhan stared at Lin Fan, lightning crackling across his purple-gold dragon horns. “Impossible. When we met before, your aura was far stronger than it is now. At most, you’re at early Stage Eight now.”

Long Zhan was confident. He had one foot in Stage Nine—his perception could not be wrong. This young woman’s energy level was indeed only early Stage Eight.

“Dealing with you, early Stage Eight is more than enough.” Lin Fan released the hand pressing down her skirt and pulled out the mint cigarette she had put away earlier, placing it between her lips.

“Big talk.” Long Zhan sneered.

An early Stage Eight daring to provoke a peak Stage Eight.

Lin Fan didn’t bother responding. She looked at the majestic purple-gold dragon horns atop Long Zhan’s head and decided to test this Skin’s talent once more.

“Your dragon horns have turned into two baguettes.” Lin Fan’s tone was flat as she delivered the verdict.

The power of Word-to-Law activated.

Lin Fan felt a buzz in her head as the energy in her Mental Sea was drained like water being sucked out by a pump, depleting at a frantic rate.

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The purple-gold dragon horns atop Long Zhan’s head twisted.

The surface of what had been an indestructible layer of keratin actually began to show a toasted bread texture. It even gave off the scent of wheat.

Long Zhan’s expression shifted dramatically. He could feel an incomprehensible force forcibly rewriting his body’s structure.

“Break!”

Long Zhan roared, unleashing the vast Spirit Energy of a peak Level 8 without reservation. A pillar of purple-gold light shot into the sky, directly dispersing the Power of Rules that was trying to alter reality.

The baguette texture faded, and the purple-gold dragon horns returned to normal.

Lin Fan rubbed her temples.

Just as she thought.

She’d tested it before—Word-to-Law worked like a cheat code against inanimate objects or low-level lifeforms.

But when the target was a peak Level 8 monster with such tenacious vitality, the Mental Strength consumption multiplied exponentially.

That one move just now had nearly drained the Mental Strength cap carried by Yui’s Skin.

Too much mana cost. Lin Fan spat out her cigarette. Physical exorcism was more her style.

Long Zhan touched his dragon horns, confirmed they hadn’t turned into anything strange, and his fury finally boiled over.

“Evil woman, die!”

Long Zhan took a single step, crossing a hundred meters in an instant to appear before Lin Fan.

His purple-gold fist, wrapped in the terrifying pressure of the War God Domain, drove straight at Lin Fan’s face. If that punch landed, forget a mere early Level 8—even Long Yi at the same rank would lose half his life.

“Lei Jie, watch out!” Long Yan shouted from below, raising his blade and charging up to help.

“Stay put.” Lin Fan said without looking back.

She didn’t dodge.

She didn’t even activate a defensive Spirit Energy shield.

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The collar of her sailor uniform fluttered violently in the wind of the punch.

Just as the fist was about to smash into the bridge of her nose, Lin Fan raised her slender, fair right hand.

Slap.

A crisp sound.

The fist that could shatter mountains was caught firmly by a small palm.

No earth-shattering energy explosion. No rolling shockwaves.

Just a pure, physical catch.

Long Zhan’s expression froze. He felt like his fist had struck an immovable divine mountain. No matter how much Spirit Energy he channeled, his fist couldn’t advance even a single millimeter.

“Did you skip breakfast?” Lin Fan said with Yui’s innocent face, delivering the most insulting words possible.

Yui’s Skin indeed only radiated the Spirit Energy fluctuations of an early Level 8, and the original body had even undergone power dispersion, dropping from mid Level 9 back to peak Level 8 Spirit Energy.

But Lin Fan’s original body’s physical strength hadn’t decreased at all—even if only 50% was inherited.

With a physique of 120,000 points, even if the Skin suppressed her Spirit Energy output, the pure muscle density and bone strength remained.

It was like stuffing an aircraft engine into the shell of a little old man’s mobility scooter. It looked shabby on the outside, but when it hit you, it killed.

“That’s impossible!” Long Zhan roared, driving his left knee with thunderous force toward Lin Fan’s abdomen.

Lin Fan countered with a knife-hand strike chopping down.

BOOM.

The sound of a massive physical collision echoed across the sky.

Long Zhan let out a muffled grunt and involuntarily took a step back.

The Pureblood Dragon Clan physique he took such pride in couldn’t gain the slightest advantage against Lin Fan’s hand blade.

“Your legs aren’t that tough either.” Lin Fan shook her slightly numb wrist.

Long Zhan used the rebound force to retreat rapidly, putting over a hundred meters of distance between them.

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He looked at the girl in the sailor uniform, and for the first time, genuine shock appeared in his eyes.

“Who the hell are you? Physical strength like this—there’s no way a human could possess it!”

“I’m your grandma.”

Lin Fan stomped down on empty air.

Boom.

The air burst with a sonic boom.

Her little leather shoe shattered the sound barrier outright as Lin Fan transformed into a white afterimage, chasing down Long Zhan.

Too fast.

So fast that Long Zhan didn’t even have time to activate his Domain for defense.

Lin Fan grabbed hold of Long Zhan’s purple-gold dragon horns, using her petite body to twist midair for leverage, and executed an extremely textbook yet brutally violent shoulder throw.

Boom.

Long Zhan was hurled from the sky straight down into the ground.

The earth outside Azurewood City’s north gate trembled violently as a crater dozens of meters in diameter materialized out of nowhere. Dust and smoke shot skyward.

Long Yan, Long Teng, and Long Yi stood in midair, watching that seamless, fluid sequence of brutal moves, and all three gulped in unison.

“Dad.” Long Yan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. “Was Lei Jie always this violent before?”

Long Teng’s mouth twitched. “Don’t ask me. I don’t dare say either.”

Inside the crater.

Long Zhan scrambled to his feet in disgrace. Covered in dirt, his purple-gold hair in complete disarray, blood still seeping from his left leg.

He was the great Elder of the Dragon Clan—when had he ever suffered such humiliation?

“I’ll tear you limb from limb!”