Chapter 181: Qing Zizai's Death

Swish!

The battle erupted instantly.

Xu Tingfei didn't test the waters; he shot straight into the air, his cape leaving an afterimage behind him.

"Flying Shadow Kick!"

He rushed straight at Qiao Shefei, hoping to strike first.

However, Qiao Shefei didn't even dodge.

He raised his left arm and blocked the heavy blow with the forearm armor.

Bang!

Sparks flew everywhere.

Xu Tingfei felt as if his right leg had kicked an iron mountain, and the rebound knocked him off balance in midair.

The two other armored netherworld demons moved at once.

The huge demon blades, with a piercing shriek that tore the air, struck the flying shadow armor's back and left and right waist.

Clang!

Crack!

The surface of the flying shadow armor was instantly slashed with two deep cracks, spewing sparks.

Xu Tingfei let out a muffled groan, his whole body slamming heavily onto the waterlogged asphalt, sliding several meters.

"Too weak. This level of resistance doesn't even count as a warm-up."

"Hand over the Diamond Armor, and I'll let you go."

Qiao Shefei walked over slowly, his twin blades crossed.

Myriad Worlds.

Armor Warrior First World.

ERP Research Institute.

Bei Miao gave a cold snort, shaking his head while holding his coffee cup.

"I knew it—this immature summoner would only suffer utter defeat when faced with a real crisis."

Bei Miao's voice was full of arrogance,

"Xu Tingfei is too weak."

"If I were wearing my Black Rhino Armor, in this situation I only need to raise the Water Armor Shield to completely block their attacks, then strike back precisely with the Meteor Spear."

"Taking on three opponents alone is a piece of cake. Xu Tingfei, you're just a mantis trying to stop a chariot."

Star Cluster World.

United Star Command.

Grand Marshal Sidney stared at the screen, yet for the first time he didn't curse.

He braced his hands on the command console, watching the blue armor struggle to stand up again in the mire.

"There's no denying that Xu Tingfei is usually an extremely lax young master."

Sidney said in a low voice,

"But when faced with true desperation, when all his teammates had lost their combat ability, he didn't choose to flee."

"Knowing it was futile, he dared to drag the strong enemy down with his broken body."

"This death‑defying courage makes him far more like a soldier than Wu Gang, who lost his weapon in a gamble."

Super Beast Armament World.

Black Tortoise Ship.

Huo Linfei sat in the pilot's seat, dropping his usual goofy grin.

"The height of a fountain never exceeds its source."

Huo Linfei clenched his fists, his gaze burning as he fixed on Xu Tingfei,

"The super beast warrior's extraordinary power will never exceed the faith in his heart!"

"Xu Tingfei is now at an absolute disadvantage, but if his inner belief is strong enough, taking on three foes isn't impossible to win!"

Fire Shadow World.

Nara Shikamaru frowned, having caught the information from Qiao Shefei's words.

"Hand over the Diamond Armor? But wasn't the Diamond Armor lost by Wu Gang in a gamble?"

"Here in the Armor Squad, there's no Diamond Armor left at all."

"Could it be..."

Nara Shikamaru's body trembled slightly, then he suddenly looked up at the screen.

"If the Diamond Armor Summoner was won by the netherworld demons in a gamble, then it means someone deliberately wanted Qiao Shefei and the Armor Squad to fight each other—and that person… is Lu Fa!"

"No wonder—there's a conspiracy!"

The screen continued.

Xu Tingfei rose to his feet again.

He endured the pain throughout his body and summoned the Swift Shadow Blade.

He took the initiative to meet the attack.

But the gap in strength was too vast.

Three minutes later.

Xu Tingfei dropped to one knee.

The Swift Shadow Blade fell to the side.

He no longer had the strength to stand up.

Qiao Shefei walked up to him and looked down at him.

"It's over."

Qiao Shefei raised the double-edged blade in his hand and aimed at the neck of the Flying Shadow Armor.

Without any hesitation, the double-edged blade, carrying the death god's howl, came down hard!

Xu Tingfei closed his eyes, and his mind went blank.

However, the excruciating pain he had expected did not come.

Boom!

A figure like lightning shot out from the dark alley on the side.

That speed was taken to the extreme, even surpassing the limit of what the retina can capture.

There was no sound of armor scraping, only the thunderous sound of wind splitting the air.

An extremely fierce flying kick landed precisely on Qiao Shefei's sword-wielding wrist.

A tremendous kinetic energy burst forth.

Even as strong as Qiao Shefei, he was shaken by that kick and retreated five or six steps, almost dropping his double-edged blade.

The entire venue fell dead silent.

Xu Tingfei snapped his eyes open.

Standing before him was a thin figure in a white shirt.

He wore no high-tech armor and released no genetic energy.

He was nothing but an ordinary mortal.

Qing Zizai.

With a mortal body, relying on peerless ancient martial arts, he forcibly drove back the high-ranking Netherworld Demon Captain!

This scene made all the spectators across the myriad worlds gasp in shock.

"Xiao Fei, get up."

Qing Zizai did not turn back; his voice remained gentle, yet it carried a calm that faced death as if returning home.

Qiao Shefei steadied his stance, looking at the human before him, and his anger flared instantly.

Being repelled by a mortal was an utter disgrace.

"You're asking for death!"

Qiao Shefei let out a beast-like roar.

He no longer used the short blade, but directly released the shadow intent energy within him.

A black gust of wind rose from the ground.

Qiao Shefei, at an unimaginable speed, instantly flickered to appear behind Qing Zizai.

The short blade was raised high.

The target was the Qing Zizai standing in front of him.

Xu Tingfei's pupils dilated instantly, and a desperate howl caught in his throat:

"No—!"

Pfft!

The sound of the blade cutting through flesh was crystal clear in the night.

Qiao Shefei's blade came down on Qing Zizai's back.

A deep wound, down to the bone, ran from his left shoulder to his right waist.

Blood poured out.

The wooden prayer beads on Qing Zizai's wrist, symbolizing the cultivators' inheritance, snapped under the tremendous force.

Dozens of smooth beads scattered across the ground, bouncing in the mud mixed with blood and water, emitting dull thuds.

Qing Zizai's body pitched forward and slammed heavily onto the ground.

"A Qing!"

Xu Tingfei lunged madly forward and grabbed Qing Zizai in his arms.

The icy feel of the Flying Shadow Armor was smeared with scorching blood.

Qing Zizai's face turned as pale as paper.

His mouth kept gushing fresh blood, staining the white shirt red.

For a mortal, such a fatal injury left no chance of survival.

But Qing Zizai's first reaction upon being embraced by Xu Tingfei was not a painful wail, nor a lament over his fate.

He barely lifted his hand, and with his blood‑stained finger he lightly touched the cracked visor of the Flying Shadow Armor.

"Xiao Fei..."

Qing Zizai's voice was so weak it was almost drowned by the rain, yet he spoke with all his remaining strength.

"You must… you must cherish the Flying Shadow Armor… because… it's… you… who gave it a second life."