Chapter 88: You're the only one with a cheat?

Suddenly, there was a car horn; no one could understand what it was roaring, but everyone felt it must be cursing very filthily.

However, no one cared what it was cursing anymore.

A sound like a nightmare sounded again from Lou Feng's ear.

Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat—

It was as if the shadow of the old dung-cart had reappeared, accompanied by that rhythmic, high-pitched roar, making Lou Feng fall into suffocation, once again shrouded by the shadows of the past.

Only this time, what was rushing towards him was no longer that indescribable frenzy, but a terrifying flash of light that was so dazzling it felt like stars exploding.

It was not just traditional steel-core bullets; mixed in were many mercury warheads enchanted by Xiao An's sword energy, which exploded into dazzling flashes the moment they left the barrel.

Accompanied by the crazy swaying of the little ox-horse, countless bullets gushed out from the muzzle in an instant, almost turning into a continuous line of fire, sweeping violently.

Four hundred years later, this empty and broken hall once again welcomed rain and wind, rapidly shattering and mottling in the wind and rain.

In a hurry, Lou Feng subconsciously raised his spiritual quality shield.

But immediately after, he felt... what it meant to have a bratty girl fight a black guy. In an instant, his eyes rolled back, his abilities overloaded, and he was nearly driven to collapse by a single wave of output.

Even if the spiritual quality shield was no longer effective, it at least bought a short moment.

The alchemical equipment on his wrist flashed with spiritual light, and the wall of ice-iron rose again, like an iron wall. The roaring sound was incessant, and continuous pale cracks appeared and spread.

At least it blocked it...

Lou Feng's cold sweat hadn't even fallen yet, and the moment he instinctively wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly reacted... that damn broken car could move!

The roaring sound drifted from the outside.

Amidst the rampant horn sound, the little ox-horse galloped wildly, spraying violent firepower. After plowing deep cracks out of the ice-iron wall, the sweeping machine gun had already passed the obstruction of the ice wall with the galloping of the small tricycle, tilting wantonly.

Blood-colored spasms, light flames twitching.

Slan, who reacted the fastest, roared and drew his sword, his face suddenly turning pale, as if he had lost too much blood, his whole body shriveled like a skeleton. But in the rising blood light, a huge figure suddenly rose, drew a long knife more than dozens of meters long, and slashed down with a boom.

Almost chopping the little ox-horse in half from the middle.

In panic, the small tricycle's speed became faster, scurrying around like a headless fly, yet dragging terrifying firepower that was fatal if it even slightly touched it.

It was simply like a seal frantically pooping while being chased by an orca... and then it was even harder to deal with!

In a roar, Slan suddenly accelerated, rushing out from the blood light, facing the violent strafing of the machine gun head-on, approaching. The violent firepower that could have swept the defensive fortifications and the soldiers behind them into shreds fell on him, blocked by the silver light rising from the shield on his arm.

The silver light was like a remnant lotus in the rain, swaying, but the galloping Homecoming Knight was approaching inch by inch, until dozens of meters away, from the roar, he swung the scimitar in his hand.

The scimitar that left his hand set off a miserable whistle, swirled, and actually slashed the firepower sprayed by the heavy machine gun head-on, chopping the already red-hot machine gun into pieces, exploding, and still moving forward with irresistible force.

But at that moment, faint spiritual quality fluctuations appeared, and that weird ghost thing, a cross between a tricycle and a motorcycle, actually blurred for an instant visible to the naked eye.

Shadow-fication!

But shadow spiritual quality transformation could not block the violent blow from the large group, instantly, collapsing, erupting, scattering, like liquid...

But strangely, faint spiritual quality fluctuations appeared, and something like a human head appeared in it for an instant, lips opening and closing silently, saying something. Then, invisible gravity appeared, and the collapsed and exploding shadows actually flowed back like liquid, gathering and reborn, and the galloping tricycle flew out from it.

Safe and sound!

Even the little ox-horse didn't know what had happened... blinking in a daze, flashing its high beams. Only the prophet in the car basket slowly closed his eyes, as if falling into a deep sleep again.

Then, Slan heard...

The miserable whistle from behind.

That was the surging, sword energy frenzy!

Fast, too fast, even if the gap and timing were only for an instant.

When time was infinitely slowed down, when Xiao An noticed the brief chaos of the Homecoming Knights and Slan's actions, his figure had already disappeared from the spot.

Replacing it was the torrent rushing forward.

"With this catch, I pay tribute to Bai Lu."

From the whisper, the sword energy on thousands of iron shards gathered, almost completely dissolving and swallowing him, infinite sharp light gathered into a beam, flying straight forward.

He threw himself forward as a blade!

This was no longer the technique recorded in the Throwing Pot Ceremony Book, but the secret transmission "Archery Ceremony" that was even higher than it!

Turning the body into a blade, moving forward without looking back, its name was only a simple word—

—[Fierce]!

Those ancient classics once said that one day and night is thirty moments, one moment is twenty luoyu, one luoyu is twenty finger-snaps, one finger-snap is twenty instants...

One instant is one thought.

At this moment, it was just between one thought.

The pale sword energy light galloped, piercing through the formation, breaking all defenses, tearing through all obstacles, dyed scarlet to the point of glowing with the blood of the enemy and himself.

No inertia in forward thrust, shifting, dodging, leaving only a brilliant light from white to red.

Everything blocking in front was slashed into pieces!

The further forward, the more difficult it was. Breaking through the blood flames and the interception of the Homecoming Knights from the middle, the slender and dazzling sword energy edge gradually wore out, but the shorter it was, the more dazzling the sharp light pregnant within it became.

In the end, when the galloping sword energy stopped abruptly from the entanglement of the blood flames, Xiao An's body had already been dyed scarlet by blood, his chest pierced by a long spear, nailed to the ground.

But in his hand, that tiny sharp edge that was almost imperceptible had already left his hand.

Towards the sluggish Lou Feng.

Ice-iron wall, repulsion field, spiritual quality shield, all destroyed, pierced, torn, until the Time Sand crystals on Lou Feng's wrist shattered, and the avatar molded by spiritual quality didn't even have time to appear before it was torn by an invisible vortex, stirring up half of his body.

But the remaining hand blocked in front of Lou Feng desperately, clutching that bit of cold light that was worn down to the point of being almost imperceptible.

The cold light dissipated.

Lou Feng was drenched in cold sweat, slumped on the ground, his face pale, gasping for breath, almost unable to speak. He instinctively wanted to laugh, but noticed the itch on his throat.

When he raised his hand, he realized that the blood line spreading on his neck... fingertips scarlet, so stinging to the eyes!

—Only a line away from being beheaded!

Never had he been so close to death.

Almost swallowed by that darkness...

"Kill, kill them!" he roared and bellowed with all his might.

But in the dead silence, everyone remained motionless.

Staring at him sluggishly, to be precise, at the wall behind him, which was originally smooth and flat, where cracks appeared silently... and even behind the cracks, a gun barrel extended.

Hot and scalding.

When it was against his scalp, it hissed.

Making Lou Feng's pupils expand rapidly, trembling, unable to suppress it.

"JI JUE!!!!"

He made a sound from his throat, turned around suddenly, the spiritual light of the alchemical equipment on his wrist appeared, turning into infinite flames, spraying out, burning the enemy in front of him into ashes... unfortunately, the expected scene did not happen.

The bracelet carved with flames just flickered for an instant, then went out, with no movement.

Not just the bracelet.

All alchemical equipment had lost all movement!

In the faint light emitted by the ghost-work ball on Ji Jue's shoulder, even abilities and matrices seemed frozen, with no response.

Temporary workshop, deployed!

In the domain within three steps, spiritual quality counter-control, matrix suppression, ability silence, all three module sequences, fully activated!

"So you're the only one with a cheat!"

Ji Jue threw his hand, mercilessly slapping him in the face, spinning him in mid-air, sitting back on the ground, and then, backhanded a gun butt down: "So you're the only one with a teacher?!"

"Buddy, if I don't open it for you, you're going to keep dinging endlessly, right?!"

"And you still want me to hand over Non-Aggression!"

"Why don't you hand over your own mother!"

Merciless beating, ravaging, and trampling, until Slan roared: "Stop!"

Bang!

The shotgun roared, the bullet flew out, grazing Lou Feng's face and piercing into the ground, leaving a spreading bloodstain.

"Keep your voice down, I'm scared." Ji Jue raised his eyes expressionlessly, looking at him, and even at Xiao An, who was nailed to the ground by a spear beside him.

Slan's sword was held at Xiao An's neck, slowly approaching by a fraction, cutting the skin.

Thus, Ji Jue pulled the trigger again, aiming at Lou Feng's right hand.

Without hesitation.

From the blood gushing and screaming, Slan's expression twitched for an instant, and the blade returned to its original position.

He never expected that the Homecoming Knights, all of whom were third-rank or higher, and himself, a fifth-rank, plus a powerful employer covered in various equipment, would end up in such a state.

"Hand over the hostage, and I'll let you go," he said.

Ji Jue pulled the trigger again, the bullet grazing Lou Feng's hair and piercing into the ground. Amidst the screaming, he continued: "Stop talking nonsense, give me something nutritious."

"Drop your weapons, I'll count to five, otherwise let your boss say goodbye to his left hand too, 5—4—3—"

In the non-stop countdown, Slan's expression twitched. For a moment, he really wanted to chop off a hand of this sissy-like kid beside him, to let that brat know how tough he was.

But he didn't dare.

That pair of emotionless eyes had been watching them from beginning to end, even when the blade was about to cut his teammate's neck, there was no wavering.

Pitch black like a lightless ocean.

He had seen such eyes too many times in the Central Lands, but never thought that when they met again, they would appear on a teenager who was unknown in Yacheng.

Bang!

Under his eye signal, one knight threw down the spear and scimitar in his hand, and then the second... the weapons were thrown into the little ox-horse's cargo bed.

Soon, all six surviving knights had been disarmed.

Except for Slan, who still held the knife in his hand, not relaxing at all.

"Relax, young man." Beside Slan, someone picked up a box from the blood, threw it over from afar. In the open box, it was full of the harvest they had made along the way.

"Traveling thousands of miles just for money, we are just a bunch of stinky workers, why make things difficult for us? The stuff is all here, you let the boss go, take your friend and leave, we won't stop you."

Ji Jue glanced at it, and withdrew his gaze with no interest: "Not enough."

"..."

Slan's eye twitched again, almost laughed out of anger: "You don't want this kid's life anymore?"

"I do, of course I do, no need to emphasize the price. But it's precisely because my friend was injured and made so many sacrifices, so it's not enough."

Ji Jue's hand on the trigger didn't waver: "You'd better be clear, don't waste my patience."

"Alright."

Slan sneered: "Two lives for one isn't enough, you kill my employer, then how will you deal with us?"

Answering him was a rift that opened again behind Ji Jue.

"Recognize the situation, I want to leave, you can't stop me."

Ji Jue reminded indifferently: "You can kill my friend, but your boss is dead for sure, not just your boss, but you, your family, your friends—"

"Remind you, my teacher is a master, and there is the Security Bureau covering me overhead. Even if the Lou family wants to counterattack, they can't do anything to me in Yacheng, but you are different."

"The Security Bureau might let you go, but I won't."

"Ten years, twenty years, thirty years... no matter how long, as long as I can get the master title, the first thing is to issue a bounty for you on the Wilderness Market..."

He promised: "As long as I am alive for one day, we will fight to the death!"