Building My SSS-Rank Universal Empire: From Trash to Cosmic Overlord Chapter 102: What’s going on?

They turned towards him, dozens of eyes locked on him and his team, and then on Lysa. Surprise and confusion rippled through their midst.

Varyn, leader of the Blackened Blade, a solidly built man with a flared nose, said flatly, "What is going on, Lysa?"

Lysa smiled dreamily, her eyes dark and dull. "They just arrived, Varyn. The one who called this eting just arrived! See? I told you it was going to be spectacular."

Varyn’s eyes flashed. "What are you talking about? The one who called the eting? Lysa, what did you do?"

Lysa ignored the cold tone of her leader and said, "Let introduce Vale of the Steelclaw Alliance and his team!"

The outlaws recoiled at the na as if they’d slled sothing especially bad but then froze, their attention sharpening. The tension in the room rose, and the outlaw leaders glanced at each other, their expressions hard.

"So you are in this too, Varyn! I knew I shouldn’t have trusted an outlaw!" Morael, leader of Shattered Vile, said. A bald man with a crooked nose.

"That’s ironic," Slya said, her sword already forged and ready.

"The Blackened Blade! You arrogant bastard, you’re always up to sothing!"

"We should have known it was suspicious when he reached out for a eting!"

A vein in Varyn’s head throbbed, and he gritted his teeth. "I don’t know anything about this! I called the eting to talk about how we can deal with the recent developnts from the Ten!"

"The developnt that’s conveniently standing in front of us!" the leader of the Ebonfang Collective said, her nails flashing purple as she pointed.

"I... Lysa... so you betrayed ! Co to think of it, you were the one who brought the idea of the eting to !" Varyn said, his hand reaching into the pocket of his overcloak.

Lysa swayed and said in a dreamy voice, "I only delivered a ssage. A eting was called, and you were invited."

"You bitch...!!"

"That’s quite enough, people," Vale clapped, then put his hand on his chin in thought. "There’s simply not enough ti for all this, and we’re only here for sothing simple, your heads."

The last word was accompanied by a wave of malevolent aura that swept forward.

The outlaw leaders flinched, their skin tingling as sweat began to form. They felt a heavy weight on their shoulders because Vale didn’t hold back, he used the full power of his pressure.

Vale said, as if he were savoring a dish he had cooked, "Let’s begin."

Imdiately, Tiber’s eyes turned deep and darker, mirrored quickly by Lysa’s. Tiber began to weave new dreams and stories into her.

She removed her dagger, and it glowed with purple light so bright that heat shimred around it. Then she flung herself forward, not at the Blackened Blade, who was too far away, but at the Ebonfang Collective leader.

The leader jerked back, her fingers like claws trailing purple smoke, but she wasn’t fast enough. Lysa’s dagger blasted thick purple bands, but inward! They ran down her body just as she threw herself into their midst.

Those who knew of her technique understood imdiately, and they all ran from the place.

Seconds later, an explosion of purple light bood! Lysa exploded directly, causing the Knights around her to turn to blood mist. The ground cracked, but another purple line ran forward in a straight line of uniform circles.

It ran down the feet of the few remaining outlaws of the Ebonfang Collective. Their leader, gripping her stomach, tried to stumble away, but when she saw the purple light beneath her, she stopped and began cursing Varyn.

The explosion turned her body into bloody at that sprayed into the air. It shook the ground and cracked it, throwing up dust and debris.

And yet, another purple line flowed outward, but this ti, there was no one caught in it.

"One down, five to go!" Slya shouted. Her chain whirled in the air, a blur of black and red. The ball at the end grew and expanded, smacking into an outlaw’s head and crushing it like a rotten fruit.

The leader of the Vultures hissed in anger and gripped the chain, her muscles bulging abnormally. Then, with a growl, she yanked Slya toward her, releasing the chain at the last minute to punch her opponent.

Slya couldn’t stop being pulled so suddenly, so she created multiple spikes in front of her as she flew through the air. The best defense is offense! But her eyes widened when the muscled woman punched her, spikes and all.

Pain exploded from her stomach, and the air left her lungs in a painful gasp. Instinctively, she crouched, and the Vultures leader lood over her, her hand half-mangled and dripping blood. But she raised it anyway and brought it down on Slya’s back like a hamr.

Bam!

The ground cracked as Slya went down. She scrambled to her feet, bent forward as she tried to get away, imdiately creating a do shield of black around her.

The Vultures leader sneered, the flesh in her right hand squirming as it ford into a new one. "I thought you were so big deal with the way you ca inside. But you’re still impressive. I expected that last attack to shatter your spine."

Around her was the sound of fighting. Different techniques clashed, and the temperature increased, but she didn’t lose focus on her half-dead opponent.

She walked toward the do shield, lifted her hand, her muscles tightened and covered in a thin sheen of gold. Then she slamd it into the shield, punching through. She grunted and leaned back, collapsing the section.

"Huh? What’s this?" Inside was darkness, but then she saw a red eye blink. "You’re not dead, right? I’m going to make all of you pay, including that Varyn, but that’s...!!"

Sothing black shot out of the darkness, a fist of rough black material that resembled stone and tal fused together. The punch caught her in her crossed hands and threw her back.

She frowned. "Oh... now this is interesting. What do you have to show now?"

The hand gripped the edge of the collapsed section, and the do shield lted into darkness, revealing Slya. A helt covered her face, but her right hand had changed, it was now made of the sa material as all her forged creations.

A line of throbbing red was imprinted on it.

This was the last technique from her rank, she had two: forging things and forging her body, but still limited to her right hand. The difference between the two was that one was five tis stronger than the other. Forging the body was on another level entirely.

Her voice sounded hollow from within the helt. "I see now. If it was two weeks ago, I’d be dead for sure. We really lacked experience. The ruins helped."