"Looks like it’s just the two of us now."

Liu Shiyu’s voice gradually shifted from a sweet, feminine tone to a rough, masculine one.

It was as if a voice changer had suddenly malfunctioned; the sound hitched abruptly before changing completely, creating a bizarre and absurd effect.

At the same time, new skin began to grow over her face, and just like that, a pale-faced man appeared directly in front of Lu Anning.

Lu Anning clutched the umbrella in her hand, unable to stop herself from taking a step back. What was happening right now was so far beyond her understanding of the world that her mind reeled with countless chaotic thoughts, leaving her momentarily unsure of what to do.

"Ah, it feels much better to be in my own body. That previous form was way too effeminate."

The man who was once Liu Shiyu cracked his neck, producing a series of sharp pops. His eyes glowed crimson as he stared intently at Lu Anning and said with a smile:

"You should be grateful for your talent. The Vice Bishop still has a use for you; otherwise, I would’ve just killed you outright."

"Talent... what talent?"

’Talent?’ The thought flashed through Lu Anning’s mind. ’But my aptitude for the Sword Dao at school isn’t even among the best.’ The word felt so out of place that it left her dumbfounded.

However, that feeling only lasted for an instant.

She knew perfectly well that she was still in danger.

She tightened her grip on her umbrella. Ever since she realized her opponent was no ordinary person, she had shifted her aim from places like the shoulder to vital spots like the eyes and groin.

Lu Anning held her breath, her focus absolute as she watched his every move, waiting for an opportunity.

The man who was "Liu Shiyu" chuckled at Lu Anning’s posture, then his entire body blurred into an afterimage, moving so fast that Lu Anning had no time to react.

Lu Anning stood frozen on the spot.

The man’s right hand instantly transformed into a giant hand that shot toward Lu Anning’s head.

It was almost certain that...

...if she were caught, she would instantly lose the ability to resist.

By the time Lu Anning could process what was happening, it was already too late. Her mind went blank as she stared at the scene before her, and she instinctively squeezed her eyes shut.

But just then, the sharp ring of a sword suddenly echoed. She felt a WHOOSH in front of her—the gust of wind from someone rapidly retreating.

From a corner of the mall’s first floor, a longsword as white as snow came slashing out.

The sword’s power was immense.

The imposter Liu Shiyu sensed the danger immediately. His right hand transformed into a heavy hammer and smashed directly toward the longsword.

This was his sequence: Change.

He could use this sequence to transform into anything he had ever seen or could imagine, though the power of the transformation depended on how much sequence energy he had.

BOOM!

The longsword was shattered by his strike!

But the giant hammer that was his right hand also developed numerous cracks.

He glared viciously down at the floor below and roared:

"Who’s there?!"

He leaped from the second floor to the first in a single bound, kicking up a cloud of dust. His eyes darted around, but he couldn’t find a trace of anyone.

Waves of sharp pain shot through the imposter’s right hand. Forcibly smashing that snow-white longsword had also inflicted considerable damage on him.

As his right hand reverted from a hammer back into a palm, he felt as if his hand had gone completely numb.

"Someone from a special organization?"

"No, that’s not it. A technique like that... You’re a hidden expert."

The imposter said coldly:

"I am the Thousand-Change High Priest of the Spiritual Sect, here on business for the Vice Bishop. I know you have no connection to any special organizations. If you want to live, leave now!"

Up on the second floor, Lu Anning heard the imposter declare himself some "High Priest" of the "Spiritual Sect," and she froze in a daze.

’What the hell is all this...’

’Did I fucking transmigrate or something?’

Lu Anning couldn’t help but curse internally as she stared at the scene unfolding before her.

Even though she hadn’t read many web novels,

she had at least heard of the tropes. And besides, that sword strike and the imposter’s reaction—none of it was normal!

Panic was rising in Lu Anning’s heart.

Down below, the Thousand-Change High Priest wasn’t faring much better. He hadn’t felt much when he first blocked the sword, but the delayed impact was now setting in, making his right hand feel completely useless.

Beads of cold sweat trickled down his forehead. He didn’t dare to move, his eyes locked on every possible direction an attack could come from.

Just as his vigilance reached its peak, a movement finally came from the empty corner.

A Black Sword emerged from around the corner. The wielder was not visible, only a sturdy right hand grasping the hilt.

Then, the sword’s wielder stepped out from the corner with a steady gait.

The Thousand-Change High Priest stared at the man’s face, completely stunned. He pointed at Su Xing’s face, his expression shifting several times in an instant, before breaking into a cold smirk.

"I really didn’t expect it to be you."

"Surprised?"

Su Xing’s voice was calm, as if he didn’t even see his opponent as a threat.

Upstairs, Lu Anning saw Su Xing suddenly appear and instinctively wanted to yell for Coach Su to run. But then she heard the imposter speak as if he knew Coach Su, and her brain nearly short-circuited.

’What is going on?’

’So... is Coach Su actually a superhero hiding in the city?’

The thought suddenly occurred to Lu Anning as she watched the scene unfold.

The Thousand-Change High Priest’s eyes narrowed.

He stared intently at Su Xing’s face to confirm he wasn’t mistaken, and his expression immediately darkened. He finally understood why the "hidden expert" had been consistently opposing their Spiritual Sect.

He swallowed the threats and pleas for leniency he had mentally rehearsed and roared:

"In that case..."

"...then you can just die!"

With a thunderous roar, the muscles on the Thousand-Change High Priest’s back suddenly twisted and contorted, finally sprouting a pair of purple wings as he shot toward Su Xing!

"If that’s the only trick you know, it won’t be enough to kill me!!!"

The Thousand-Change High Priest’s speed was extreme!

Lu Anning felt her vision blur, and the imposter had already vanished from his spot. She quickly shouted:

"Coach Su, look out!"

Su Xing remained standing in place.

Watching the Thousand-Change High Priest charge toward him, he planted his feet firmly on the ground as white lines began to converge behind him.

When the Thousand-Change High Priest saw this,

his intuition suddenly screamed a warning, and a sense of crisis enveloped his entire being.

Su Xing was simply too calm!

He was so calm it was as if he could crush him at will. This made the Thousand-Change High Priest both frightened and furious. As if to bolster his own courage, he roared:

"Go... die!"

"Die? You’re the one who’s dying!"