She looked at the system and asked, "Are you saying these data can be materialized and summoned right now?"
[Theoretically, yes, Madam. But summoning multiple individuals simultaneously requires consuming a large amount of computing power to maintain their existence, and cooperative command complexity is high. According to the optimization plan, it is recommended not to perform physical summoning, but instead to load the parsed 'traits' and'skill modules' onto existing units in the form of empowerment, achieving efficient convergence and utilization of power.]
"Oh?"
Black Herta was genuinely surprised this time. "That's possible? Fusing the traits of a group of people into a few individuals?"
[Yes. The database has completed trait separation and compatibility analysis. For example, fusing common traits such as 'Gepard's' defense, 'Pela's' tactical analysis, and 'Natasha's' healing; and bestowing'Seele's' Quantum Teleportation, 'Lynx's' adaptability, and 'Luka's' combat instinct upon high-mobility units. This action can significantly enhance the core units' comprehensive capabilities and their adaptability to different scenarios, avoiding... 'command trouble during large-scale battles'.]
The system spoke these highly pragmatic words in its calm, electronic voice.
Hearing this, Black Herta chuckled softly, a hint of amusement in her tone.
"It sounds like the 'essence' of the entire Belobog has been condensed into two trump cards."
She elegantly snapped her fingers and made her decision. "Then merge them. Let me see what the power that converges the traits of a city full of heroes looks like."
[Command confirmed. Initiating data trait fusion...]
In the center of the laboratory, light shone brightly once again.
This time, it wasn't a physical summoning, but countless tiny points of light, like a galaxy drawn by gravity, surging toward Axing, who stood there, and Baiheng, who was hiding by the door, peering curiously.
The light stream surging into Axing's body leaned toward guardianship, resilience, Order, and knowledge—Gepard's [Will of Ice], Bronya's [Commanding Presence], Pela's [Information Mastery], Serval's [Mechanical Resonance], Natasha's [Battlefield First Aid], and the bond of [Absolute Trust] between Clara and her creations.
These traits merged into her body, which had already been strengthened by the Stellar Core, making her aura heavier and more stable, and the light of reason and calculation more pronounced in her golden eyes.
The light stream surging into Baiheng's body leaned toward agility, trickery, intuition, and survival—Seele's [Shadow Stride], Sampo's [Master of Schemes], Lynx's [Snowfield Survival], Hook's [Childlike Intuition], and Luka's [Fighting Spirit Ignition].
These traits combined with her foundation as a former legendary pilot, making her feel lighter and her senses sharper. She even gained many strange and wonderful small techniques in her mind.
She looked at her hands in surprise, feeling that the world in her "eyes" (especially while wearing this magical eye patch) had become clearer, and more... full of exploitable "loopholes."
The light dissipated, and the fusion was complete.
The system puppet projected the brand new data panel in time:
[Unit: Axing]
[Status: Complete (Stellar Core Fusion), Belobog Guardian Trait Fusion]
[Trait Overview: Ultimate Defense, Tactical Calculation, Commanding Aura, Basic Healing, Mechanical Affinity]
[Comment: Reliable Bulwark and Tactical Core.]
[Unit: Baiheng]
[Status: Good, Belobog Agility Trait Fusion]
[Trait Overview: Space Shuttle, Environmental Adaptation, Master of Schemes, Combat Instinct, Survival Expert]
[Comment: Lethal Shadow and Source of Variables.]
Madam Herta looked at the refreshed data on the screen, especially the concise trait list that contained infinite possibilities, and couldn't help but "tsk" softly, genuine interest flickering in her purple-black eyes.
"Bestowing the 'potential' of an entire city's power upon two separate individuals... System, your data integration capabilities always manage to surprise me."
She praised, her gaze shifting between Axing and Baiheng, whose auras were now vastly different. "In that case, let us now take this new power and go 'persuade' Teacher Anaxa. I am very curious whether his 'Rising Dragon Fist' can shake the 'Wall' and the'Shadow' that embody the Will of Belobog."
Baiheng felt the new power surging within her, excitedly clenched her fists, and her fox tail swayed cheerfully.
Axing merely bowed again calmly:
"As you wish, Madam."
This was a surreal venue.
The ground of the oval-shaped combat area was solid dark soil, surrounded by strange flowers and plants emitting a soft luminescence, and the lighting was faint.
Above them was not a ceiling, but a starry night sky, its starlight falling and draping the venue in a silver veil.
Madam Herta sat elegantly in the audience seating on one side of the venue, with the system puppet standing quietly beside her.
Their gazes were fixed on the center of the arena, as if watching a play about to begin.
In the center of the venue, Axing and Baiheng were performing their final "warm-up."
Several Void Rangers, simulated and generated by the system, had just materialized and roared as they charged toward the pair.
Baiheng lightly tapped her toe, her figure like a white phantom, effortlessly avoiding the Void Rangers' pounces.
The longbow, condensed from energy in her hand, shimmered. She didn't even need to aim carefully; relying on the intuition of Seele's [Shadow Stride] and the perception of Lynx's [Snowfield Survival], she shot several arrows in quick succession with a backhand motion.
The energy arrows accurately pierced the Void Rangers' energy cores. They froze for a moment before dissolving into basic data streams.
The entire process was smooth and flowing, possessing a dance-like beauty.
(Wow! This feeling... it's like my body knows exactly how to move on its own!)
Baiheng's heart leaped with joy, and her fox ears twitched slightly from excitement.
On the other side, Axing's method was much more direct.
She didn't even move, simply watching the Void Rangers charge. The moment the Void Rangers' claws were about to touch her, the baseball bat in her hand arrived first, accompanied by a dull whooshing sound.
There were no fancy techniques, only absolute speed and power, coupled with the composure resulting from the fusion of Gepard's [Will of Ice].
The trajectory of the bat swing was simple and efficient. With a few muffled "thuds," the Void Rangers were cleanly shattered and dispersed.
Her golden eyes were calm and unmoving, as if she had merely brushed dust from her clothes.
The warm-up ended, and the venue returned to silence.
The luminous flowers and plants swayed slightly, as if waiting for something.
The next moment, the space at the other end of the venue slightly warped, and a figure slowly emerged.
It was Anaxa.
He was still wearing the incongruous blue and white striped patient gown, and his green hair seemed slightly messy.
He squatted on the ground, head bowed, fingers unconsciously scratching the floor, seemingly focused on counting non-existent cockroaches.
His eyes were vacant, his face expressionless, and his entire being emitted an aura of madness that was highly discordant with the dreamy setting.
Above his head, as well as above Axing and Baiheng's heads, a long red bar clearly appeared—this was the "Health Bar" simulated by the system for easy observation.
"Prepare." Black Herta's cool voice was transmitted telepathically into the minds of the two people in the arena.
Baiheng took a deep breath, drew her energy bow, and aimed the arrowhead at the seemingly defenseless green-haired Scholar.
Axing gripped her bat, slightly lowered her center of gravity, and entered a combat stance.
Seemingly sensing the hostility locking onto him, Anaxa stopped his scratching fingers.
He slowly raised his head in an extremely stiff posture, his vacant eyes "looking" in the direction of Axing and Baiheng.
There was no warning, no roar.
The instant Baiheng's energy arrow left the bowstring, Anaxa moved!
His movement was faster than logic dictated. Instead of crouching, he sidestepped like a phantom. The energy arrow grazed his clothes, flew past, and plunged into the luminous grass patch behind, stirring up a shower of light fragments.
And his figure had instantly closed the distance to Axing as if teleporting!
It was still that set of seemingly deranged, yet terrifyingly lethal, boxing techniques!
His left hand strangely flicked upward, leaving an afterimage, and precisely parried the bat Axing attempted to use for the counter-attack!
Simultaneously, his right fist shot out like a venomous snake striking, moving from bottom to top, carrying a bizarre yet incredibly fierce momentum—it was the signature [Rising Dragon Fist]!
"Bang!"
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