Everyone Is Non-Human Except Me [Rebirth] Chapter 41

“Could it be because of the blood pact?” Yan Shanyue, still shocked, stared at Wei Huan’s light blade.

Wei Huan laughed, “What else would it be?”

The distance between them vanished in an instant, and Wei Huan’s blade moves were so fast they stunned everyone.

“This human’s combat ability is terrifying…”

“How does he have the power of light? Isn’t Yun Yongzhou the only one in the entire demon realm with that ability?”

“Could it be that after forming a pact, abilities can be shared?”

“Really? But the humans who were previously kept captive never gained any demon power.”

Among all weapons, firearms and blades were Wei Huan’s specialty—it had always been that way. Now that he had a weapon that suited him, it was as if he had divine assistance. His strikes were clean, swift, and steady—not like a battlefield rookie at all. Anyone with a discerning eye could see how completely he was suppressing his opponent.

Xing Yan, standing in the control room, silently watched Wei Huan’s every move.

So, you’ve finally stopped playing dumb and hiding your strength.

Although Yan Shanyue was exceptionally talented, when it came to real combat experience, she was still far behind Wei Huan. Her short-range control wasn’t as effective either. After Wei Huan landed several solid strikes, making her health drop significantly, she had no choice but to weave a foxfire barrier in front of her for defense.

Perfect. I was waiting for you to defend.

Everything was within his control.

Wei Huan gave a signal through the communicator, “Jing Yun, Yang Ling—Plan A.”

Yan Shanyue’s expression shifted. She looked up and saw Jing Yun flying straight toward Zhao Xingjian.

Something’s wrong. She tried to open the barrier behind her to free one hand to aim at Jing Yun and was just about to release foxfire when, in that instant, her outstretched palm was blocked by a light blade.

Yan Shanyue was utterly shocked and turned to look at Wei Huan, only to find herself already surrounded by countless light blades, radiating around her in midair.

“I finally understand now why Yun Yongzhou loves using light blades so much.” Wei Huan withdrew his outstretched left hand, rested his light blade on his shoulder, and curled his lips into a smirk.

“So satisfying.”

Yan Shanyue frowned and glanced up at the green life bar above her head, now only half remaining.

“Don’t act recklessly,” Wei Huan raised his brows slightly. “As the team captain, you’d better stay alive. Otherwise, if the team is left leaderless and loses, you’ll have to take the blame.”

Is that why he’s not attacking directly?

Right now, Yan Shanyue felt a sharp sense of danger, because she knew that with just one command from Wei Huan, those countless light blades would pierce through her battle suit in an instant.

She had been so sure of winning, but no matter how she calculated, she never expected that Wei Huan could use Yun Yongzhou’s skills.

Looking up, Jing Yun was already flying towards Zhao Xingjian, who was busy defending against Yang Ling’s fierce attack. Countless lotus flames flew at him and exploded violently, filling the air with smoke.

“Godd*mn, this is really annoying.”

“You should feel honored that I, the great Miss, am bothering to pester you, you little dog!”

“D*mn it!” Feeling Jing Yun closing in behind him, Zhao Xingjian swung his right arm backwards, sending a blazing orange-red flame toward Jing Yun like a fire dragon.

“A-Ah Heng!” Jing Yun, terrified of being hit, instinctively dodged the fire dragon and hesitated midair.

Wei Huan had already anticipated his fear and immediately encouraged him through the comms. “It’s okay, Jing Yun! Go for it! You can do this!”

His battle suit blocked most of the attacks, but Jing Yun could still feel the scorching heat of Zhao Xingjian’s flames, the terrifying high temperature almost melting him.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay…” Jing Yun kept mumbling to himself to push through, flying straight toward Zhao Xingjian through the near-devouring flames.

Fifteen meters. The green life bar above his head was already down to half.

Ten meters. The flames grew even stronger. His life bar was down to a third and still dropping.

Five meters. Jing Yun felt like he was about to melt, as if death was closing in. When he looked up, his life bar had already turned from green to dangerously red.

“I’m not scared, I’m not scared, I’m strong, I’m strong…”

Zhao Xingjian was shocked—this silly guy was charging through his fire formation without any defense!

“Are you f*cking trying to die!?”

Just as Jing Yun’s life bar was rapidly draining to near zero, he reached through the blazing flames and grabbed Zhao Xingjian’s leg.

“Got you!”

The moment he said that, Zhao Xingjian felt a strong hand gripping his calf, and a massive force suddenly swung him up. His wings were practically useless; he had never experienced such raw power before.

Just like Ah Heng taught him, Jing Yun recalled the special training Wei Huan had given him.

[Don’t overthink. Just swing like your life depends on it—swing until the guy blacks out!]

Yeah, swing for all you’re worth. Jing Yun grabbed Zhao Xingjian’s leg with both hands and used brute force to spin him around like a wildly spinning wheel in midair, completely out of control. Even Yang Ling was so startled by this scene that she stopped firing lotus flames.

“Good grief, where did this little bird get that kind of strength?”

Forget Yang Ling—even Yang Sheng, sitting in the front row of the audience, broke out in a cold sweat.

Is this kid really this strong…?

If he accidentally let go, who knows where the poor dog would get thrown. In his head, he imagined the classic scene from childhood cartoons—the villain getting flung into the sky, turning into a twinkling star with a “ding” sound.

[I’ll be back!!!]

The thought made Yang Sheng shiver and silently pray.

At first, Zhao Xingjian kept struggling, flames shooting everywhere, but once his balance was completely gone, all he felt was dizziness and intense nausea—he had no strength left to release even a spark.

At that moment, Jing Yun followed Wei Huan’s training exactly. Instead of flinging Zhao Xingjian into the distance, he stopped spinning, dove straight down dragging Zhao Xingjian, and slammed him into the ground.

The dazed Zhao Xingjian couldn’t react at all. He hit the ground like an out-of-control meteor, smashing rocks and kicking up clouds of dust.

Zhao Xingjian tried to crawl up, but he was already on the verge of passing out, dazed and drained. Jing Yun quickly ran over, knelt on one knee, and grabbed Zhao Xingjian’s battle suit with both hands.

“You… you…” Zhao Xingjian could faintly sense him, but his vision was completely blurred.

Jing Yun looked apologetic, his voice still soft and timid. “S-sorry.”

But right after apologizing, this seemingly weak, pitiful, and helpless Jing Yun ripped Zhao Xingjian’s battle suit apart with his bare hands. The life bar above Zhao Xingjian’s head plummeted rapidly and finally hit zero.

In the observation room, the research team all stood up in shock.

“What the h*ll? Didn’t you say this battle suit’s durability was practically impossible to break?”

“I said it could dissipate kinetic energy, block explosions, and had extremely high toughness and flexibility… How the h*ll was I supposed to know this little bird could just tear it apart bare-handed?!”

The broadcast center began announcing the results.

“Zhao Xingjian of Team A is eliminated, Zhao Xingjian of Team A is eliminated!”

Yan Shanyue silently watched all this unfold, saying nothing.

So this was the true strategy: cutting off the support from the source.

Watching one of her key teammates get taken out, Yan Shanyue, as captain, only furrowed her brows slightly.

Wei Huan started to grow suspicious.

“You have nothing to say?” Wei Huan smiled as he slowly pushed the light blades closer, nearly touching her black battle suit.

Yet Yan Shanyue remained calm and simply said, “Victory and defeat are just part of warfare.”

There’s definitely something wrong—no question.

How could a nine-tailed fox, with such a strong desire to win, say something like that?

Wei Huan glanced at Ai Yao, who had been frozen in place not far away. The vines in his fingers seemed to have grown thicker and were now starting to spread outward.

Wait.

“Yang Ling, all firepower—aim at Ai Yao!”

At first, Yang Ling was somewhat unwilling to take orders, but since all of Wei Huan’s tactical analyses had proven accurate so far, even she had to admit he was right.

“Got it!”

She aimed both arms at Ai Yao on the ground. Lotus flames shot out like an inescapable net, locking onto the target, just waiting for a crushing blow.

But just then, Yan Shanyue suddenly started to struggle. She disregarded the encircling light blades and forcefully broke through. Wei Huan watched as her HP dropped lower and lower. “So that Jia Hui guy really is your cheat!”

Yan Shanyue used her foxfire to control the lotus flame formation, but unlike before, she didn’t send all the firepower back to the attacker to make them suffer their own attack. Instead, she held the flames suspended in mid-air.

Wei Huan released light blades to interfere with her, which only triggered her nine tails. The massive nine snow-white fox tails fought against the light blades, shielding her.

“You’re impressive, Nine-Tailed Sister.” Wei Huan had no choice but to go up himself. He sprinted a few steps, leaped onto Yan Shanyue’s fox tail, and just as he raised his light blade to strike hard, his back was hit by a fierce blow.

Something exploded…

He was blasted off the fox tail and rolled on the ground for quite a while, his whole body aching terribly.

The audience erupted in shocked discussion.

“What’s going on! Look at Bifang!”

“D*mn, I don’t get it—was this on purpose or an accident?”

“Why is Bifang attacking her own teammate now!?”

Wei Huan coughed a few times and struggled to get up, “D*mn it, Yang Ling, can’t you aim properly…”

Before he finished, Yang Ling’s lotus flames came flying at him again. Suddenly, Wei Huan snapped to full alert.

This really isn’t a joke!?

Even Jing Yun was startled. “Yang Ling!? What’s wrong with you!?”

It was just a figure of speech—how did it actually come true!? He should’ve bought a lottery ticket yesterday!

Light!

Golden light instantly condensed into a hemisphere-shaped protective barrier, blocking Wei Huan inside.

Seeing this, Yang Ling blankly turned around and pointed her palm at Jing Yun nearby.

That turn revealed to Wei Huan the mass of pale yellow vines on Yang Ling’s back—no, rather than vines, they were more like dodder-like parasites.

So that’s it. She was being controlled.

“Jing Yun! Quick, get rid of that Jiahui guy! He can hypnotize—”

The moment the words left his mouth, a chill shot through Wei Huan’s entire body.

No. Wrong.

“No—Jing Yun! Run! Don’t go over there!”

Too late.

Right as he shouted, Wei Huan saw Ai Yao stretch out his other hand, and from his fingertips, countless slender vines quickly shot out, twisting together and tightly binding Jing Yun’s body. At the tip of the vines, a flower bloomed, its petals instantly falling, releasing yellow filament-like threads resembling dodder.

Those threads clung to Jing Yun’s back and spread up to the back of his head.

Suddenly, Jing Yun stopped struggling.

Ai Yao, who had remained silent all this time, finally spoke. Amidst the noisy arena, Wei Huan could only read his lips.

“Tear off your battle suit.”

“No! Jing Yun! Wake up!”

No matter how desperately Wei Huan screamed, Jing Yun no longer heard him. With vacant eyes, Jing Yun grabbed his own battle suit and tore it apart.

“Team B’s Jing Yun is out! Team B’s Jing Yun is out!”

Too terrifying.

This was not just some simple cheat. No wonder Yan Shanyue was willing to risk everything to protect this Jiahui student.

Yang Ling, under Ai Yao’s control again, descended from the sky, walking step by step toward Wei Huan while unleashing her most intense firepower at him. No matter what Wei Huan shouted, Yang Ling could no longer hear him.

This can’t go on.

Yang Ling’s firepower was the strongest among everyone here. Sooner or later, she would break through his defenses.

Wei Huan gritted his teeth. The barrier behind him vanished, transforming into countless light blades, leaving only the front protected. The light blades arced through the air, slicing the vines on Yang Ling’s back. Yang Ling regained a brief moment of clarity, and her firepower paused. But the foxfire immediately began attacking Wei Huan’s exposed back.

He quickly compared Yan Shanyue’s HP with his own.

Yan Shanyue’s remaining HP was minimal.

“So annoying.” Wei Huan raised his hand, and all the light blades lifted. “I hate multiple-choice questions the most!”

As soon as the words fell, all the light blades viciously pierced Yan Shanyue. This was a strategy Wei Huan never intended to use from the start—it felt too heartless to go this hard on a girl.

He wasn’t Yun Yongzhou.

Yan Shanyue’s HP rapidly plummeted.

“Sister Shanyue!” The briefly clear-headed Yang Ling tried to rush over.

“What’s the rush? You’re my teammate!” Wei Huan swung his hand, delivering the final blow.

The nine-tailed fox’s HP hit zero.

“Team A’s Yan Shanyue is out! Team A’s Yan Shanyue is out!”

Eliminating a powerful enemy, Wei Huan couldn’t stop panting heavily, his chest rising and falling under his white battle suit.

He wasn’t always the ruthlessly decisive Yun Yongzhou.

But occasionally being Yun Yongzhou… felt pretty good.

As Yan Shanyue exited, he couldn’t help but glance at her one more time, only to notice a tall man in the second row of the audience getting up and leaving at that exact moment. The man seemed displeased, and Wei Huan accidentally caught a glimpse of his clenched fist under his suit sleeve.

On the web of his thumb, a familiar blue-green demon mark flashed briefly.

Wait a second—

Just then, Ai Yao took control of Yang Ling once again.

Watching Yang Ling raise her hand at him again, Wei Huan felt mentally exhausted.

When he looked back, the middle-aged man in the black suit was already gone.

“Why did I have to say, ‘fighting among our own people’…”

Swallowing his urge to slap himself, Wei Huan swung his hand, directing all the light blades to surround Yang Ling. This time, he wasn’t aiming at the vines—it was meaningless. It would only trap Yang Ling in a loop of waking and being controlled.

This Jia Hui can afford to drag this out. I can’t.

“Sorry, little princess.”

In an instant, all the light blades surrounded Yang Ling, launching a fierce assault. Each strike significantly reduced her already dwindling health.

Yang Ling couldn’t hold out much longer.

Until Wei Huan heard the broadcast announcement: “Group B’s Yang Ling is out, Group B’s Yang Ling is out!”

The spectators were stunned by the scene.

“D*mn, this fight is insane! This isn’t a team battle—it’s an all-out brawl!”

“But don’t you think that human is really impressive? He’s fighting multiple people on his own, and the tactics are all his. Even his mind-controlled, rebelling teammates were taken out by him…”

“Well, that’s how you make it into Shanhai.”

In the end, it had to be him to finish it personally.

Controlling the light blades drained Wei Huan’s stamina at an alarming rate—he could feel his heart rate spiraling out of control.

Just as he raised his hand again, ready to aim all the light blades at Ai Yao, a sharp pain suddenly shot through the back of his head.

Sh*t.

In a flash, his entire being was pulled into a completely blank space. The battered battlefield vanished, the noisy grandstands disappeared, and all he could see was an endless, pure white void with nothing else.

In the vast, flawless expanse, a calm but commanding voice suddenly sounded.

“Kill yourself.”

Kill… myself?

Wei Huan’s mind began to short-circuit, buzzing with static and magnetic interference, like a machine corroded by chaotic currents.

He felt his body begin to fracture and flicker, as if something was about to split from within. Countless fragmented memories and thoughts flashed rapidly in his mind, a cacophony of voices blending together, so overwhelming he couldn’t tell them apart.

The excruciating tearing sensation suffocated him. His head throbbed so violently that he clutched it and collapsed to his knees.

It hurt. It hurt so much.

That cold, emotionless voice echoed again.

“Kill yourself.”

Suicide.

I must… kill myself…

Suddenly, another voice sliced through the chaos, like a thunderclap.

“You must be out of your mind. I am Nine Phoenix!”

That wasn’t his voice! He hadn’t spoken!

No—

Wei Huan froze, scalp tingling.

That was his voice.

His voice from his previous life…

He jerked his head up. In the pure white void, he seemed to glimpse a familiar figure. His blurry vision slowly sharpened—he saw a person wearing the blue uniform of Fuyao Academy, chin lifted confidently, gazing at him with freedom and pride.

“Hey, are you really this weak?”

He grinned, brimming with youthful arrogance, revealing his sharp little canine teeth.

Everyone on the battlefield held their breath, including Yang Sheng and Su Buyu in the stands—their eyes all locked on this human teenager. The golden protective barrier that had shielded him disappeared, transforming into countless razor-sharp light blades, surrounding him in a radial pattern.

The battle had flipped over and over. The deadliest weapons he used to defeat his enemies were now aimed at himself.

He moved like a puppet, soullessly approaching Ai Yao, murmuring with the devotion of a slave: “As you command.”

The wildly growing vines almost engulfed Wei Huan’s entire back. Ai Yao continued his gentle coaxing: “Good. Just like that.”

“Now, use all your light blades to kill yourself and end this match.”

Wei Huan blankly nodded. “Yes.”

He stiffly raised his hand.

It’s over. This time, it’s really over.

The spectators waited anxiously for the final moment—some couldn’t even bear to watch and closed their eyes in disbelief.

His right arm slashed downward.

It was finished.

The light blades shot toward Wei Huan at breakneck speed—a most spectacular suicide.

Ai Yao’s lips curved up. “Perfect…”

But before he could finish, the light blades suddenly swerved, less than a millimeter from Wei Huan’s body, and with lightning speed, they lunged toward Ai Yao like a storm of mad birds!

“No! Impossible!”

Ai Yao had no way to defend. His health plummeted rapidly—until it hit zero.

The broadcast sounded.

“Group A’s Ai Yao is out, Group A’s Ai Yao is out!”

The entire audience was stunned by this shocking reversal. For a moment, the arena was deathly silent—you could even hear the echo of the broadcast.

Wei Huan raised his right hand. All the light blades that had completed their assassination returned to his wrist, merging into a pale gold bracelet.

He rubbed his neck and looked around.

“Why are you all frozen? Applaud already.”

At that, the grandstands erupted into thunderous, unending applause. More and more people stood up, cheering for this human—someone from the very bottom of Shanhai’s discrimination hierarchy.

“With acting skills like mine, why am I even fighting? I should just go be an actor—I’d be famous all over the demon realm.” Wei Huan finally laughed and looked at Ai Yao, who hadn’t had time to leave the field. “You control souls, right?”

Ai Yao climbed up from the ground, panting. “That’s right. But you… that’s impossible. Human souls—I can control them too…”

“Clearly, you can’t,” Wei Huan interrupted with a grin. “You can’t control my soul.”

Because this body and this soul don’t match at all.

No one can control Nine Phoenix’s demon soul—except me.

He walked up to Ai Yao and extended his hand, his smile sincere and friendly. “You’re pretty amazing—no wonder you’re your team’s secret weapon.”

Ai Yao was a little surprised but still reached out to shake his hand.

“Hey, no controlling me, okay?”

The two of them smiled at each other.

Yang Ling and Jing Yun landed, happily throwing their arms around Wei Huan.

“We won? We really won!?”

“Of course we did, you idiot little Chongming! The idiot human was the last one standing! Of course we won!”

Wei Huan turned his head and saw Nine Tails and Tiangou returning to the arena as well. On Yan Shanyue’s face was a relaxed smile that hadn’t appeared even during the battle. Tiangou, though clearly dissatisfied, just clicked his tongue and turned his head away without saying anything.

It had been a long time since he felt this—fighting side by side with his teammates, and winning together.

“The results of the simulated battle are now announced—Group B wins!”

Surrounded by everyone, Wei Huan couldn’t suppress the joyful smile on his face.

But amid the overwhelming cheers, he seemed to catch an unusual sound.

Following the trace, Wei Huan lowered his head and stared at his own fingers.

Perhaps it was an aftereffect of having been controlled just now, but his vision was a little blurry. In a daze, he seemed to see a faint, almost imperceptible trace of blue swirling around his fingertips.

And he could hear the sound of the wind.