SSS Ranked Transmigration: Taming Beauties and The Beasts!

A gust of wind from one of the guys, along with blazing flames from another, whipped up the poison gas into a swirling vortex of poisonous vapor.

Fenix lifted his blades to protect himself, but he could feel the toxins infiltrating his body. Dizziness threatened to collapse him, and the fresh taste of blood seared his tongue as he coughed once more.

Not far away, Anya fought furiously to break through, summoning another Foxfire Explosion to finally scatter the chain-wielder. She tossed off his torn shadow-chains, her heart racing. She saw Fenix through the toxic cloud, kneeling in a swirl of green and black. Their eyes met for a brief moment, despair in her expression as she realized time was running short.

Fenix tried to stand but collapsed back onto one knee as his swords scraped the rocky ground. The swirling pollutants depleted the oxygen around him, leaving him gasping. With muscles trembling and blood covering his garments from many wounds, he tried to keep his eyesight from blacking out.

"Fen—!" Anya's voice cut through the chaos. She extended a hand, foxfire flickering on her fingertips.

However, the enemy group closed ranks as the three of them, including Old Yan, formed a wedge between Anya and Fenix, each preparing their final attack.

Sparks and smoke drifted in the ruined battlefield. Bits of dirt, shattered chain links, and molten rock areas were scattered around. The remnants of Anya's killed rival smoldered along the edge of the artificial battlefield, a chilling reminder of her savagery.

Fenix remained kneeling, gripping his swords with quivering hands. Every frantic breath burnt his lungs, but a fiery determination ignited his gaze as he reflected on himself. 'Tch, it is not time yet.'

A toxic smoke hung over the charred battlefield. Poison-laced blackness twisted like a whirlpool around Fenix, who strained to breathe. Blood trickled from a wound on his brow, and each inhalation felt like molten glass slashing his lungs.

Old Yan and his four remaining subordinates—grim-faced guys endowed with twisted mixtures of evil characteristics as they closed in on him from all sides.

Anya, still boosted by her fox bloodline's threefold boost, stood at the edge of the toxic swirl. She had already defeated one rival single-handedly, but she knew these five were more experienced, especially Old Yan, whose rank and stats outweighed hers. But she refused to abandon Fenix.

"Move aside!" Old Yan screamed, his voice echoing with malice. Serpentine tendrils of poisonous shadows curled about his forearms. "I'll deliver the killing blow. Keep the fox girl busy!"

A scrawny, purplish robed figure nodded as blood smeared his forehead. This was the Shadow Chain wielder Anya had injured earlier.

Despite his injuries, he still exuded a dangerous aura that made her feel threatened. He extended his arms, and black chains appeared in the air, each link glowing a sinister violet. "You're mine," he growled at her.

Meanwhile, two other men re-formed a pincer formation around Fenix:

Dark Earth User, A bulky man who had conjured spires and cracks in the ground; blood leaked from a burn on his forearm, caused by Anya's foxfire lash.

Dark Fire User had several wounds on his torso from Fenix's sword blows. His cheekbones were stained by soot, yet his narrowed eyes shone with resolve.

With black gusts rippling from his fingertips, Dark Wind User, the last fighter, circled behind Fenix. He combined Old Yan's poison with the intention of trapping Fenix in a whirling prison of unpleasant air.

Fenix gritted his teeth and pushed himself to his feet. His vision was blurred by the swirling chemicals as his swords trembled in his hands.

Reviving his limbs with a heated surge, he exhaled frantically and called forth the flames of Ember Veins still flowing in his veins. Though battered, he refused to bow.

"Not… done… yet," he said in a raspy voice that was almost audible above a whisper.

Taking a deep breath, Anya's gaze shifted from Fenix's terrible situation to the robed chain-wielder in front of her.

"I have to make a way," she mumbled softly.

The swirling black chains fanned out, snapping and slithering as if alive. If she got tangled, it could sap her momentum and might even cost Fenix's life.

Anya let out a loud breath and sprang forward. Around her arms, foxfire flared, creating two bright blades of crimson red flame. Each step left trailing flames on the battlefield.

The chain-wielder snarled in response, swinging his arms wide to send a volley of Shadow Chains her way.

The first chain whipped toward her neck, while the other was low and directed at her ankles. Anya crouched, slashing upward in a crescent motion with her right-hand foxfire blade.

The topmost chain broke under the intense heat and broke up into black specks. She pivoted on one foot, letting the lower chain pass harmlessly beneath her hip. Sparks flew as chain links skidded across the stone, leaving a burnt line in the dirt.

Undeterred, the robed man summoned more chains from the darkness, creating illusions that made them appear to split and multiply.

Anya's sharp eyes narrowed. Thanks to her talent, she caught subtle differences in how the illusions shimmered quite easily.

She then dodged to the left, avoiding three false chains that disappeared when they came into touch with her foxfire. Through her blind spot, the actual chain entered.
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Sensing the shift in air pressure, Anya twisted, raising her left-hand foxfire blade just in time to cut it short. The chain-wielder hissed, staggering back as his arms trembling from the backlash of losing yet another manifested chain.

"Stay… still!" he spat, fury trembling in his voice.

His attempt to lash out again was too late as Anya had launched forward in a blur. In her palm, her foxfire ignited, turning from blades into a single, focused Foxfire Explosion sphere.

At close range, she rammed it into his chest. The battlefield was illuminated by a dazzling burst of azure fire.

The robed man's scream was cut short as the explosion tore through his torso, slicing flesh and cloth alike.

His eyes were wide with fear as he fell to his knees. Anya killed him by driving her second foxfire blade right into his neck before he could make another sound. The spray of blood mixed with the fading flames of the foxfire.

Standing while panting, Anya looked at another corpse before shifting his attention towards Fenix's position with a grin. "Another one has gone down."