Chapter 62: Sheep!

“Fake, right?”

Wei Hu muttered to himself.

What he saw before him was truly hard to comprehend.

Lu Ran was after all a Mist Realm believer—he should have been defeated quickly.

But the reality was

Lu Ran was still showing off!

That ghostlike body movement truly matched this painting of a human hellscape!

Such agility and footwork, along with those visible, instinctive bodily reactions, all proved Lu Ran had trained since childhood with an extremely solid foundation.

“Big Dragon!” Deng Yuxiang’s eyes sparkled as she stared at Lu Ran’s dodging and weaving, “Increase the intensity a bit.”

At just over twenty, Deng Yuxiang was calling her twenty-eight-or-nine-year-old teammate like this.

And yet Wei Long actually followed his colleague’s suggestion!

Lu Ran nearly stamped his foot and cursed.

Of course, in this blood-soaked hellscape, he dared not stamp his foot lightly.

One misstep could mean eternal damnation.

“Big Brother Spicy Dragon, give me a way out~”

Finally, everyone witnessed Lu Ran unleashing his second Divine Art.

But it was useless.

A mere Mist-grade Divine Art—how could it affect a River Realm believer?

Not even the Sound of Compassion, let alone the Sound of Despair, would have any effect now.

After all, Wei Long had no intention to kill Lu Ran.

Only when Wei Long was craving smoke would Lu Ran’s lighter be useful.

Deng Yuxiang: “Don’t give him any room!”

Lu Ran was numb.

I take back what I said—your hair isn’t fragrant at all.

Not. One. Bit.

“Clank. Clank.”

A sudden clinking of chains echoed through the air.

Lu Ran’s heart leapt—he strained to sense the surrounding energy fluctuations.

Divine Art: Blood Chain Barrier!

The crimson chains hanging midair, crisscrossing everywhere, suddenly linked together, weaving and interlacing.

In the blink of an eye, a massive net woven from crimson chains materialized!

The Blood Chain Net rapidly contracted into a sphere, shrinking tighter and tighter, compressing Lu Ran’s space to survive.

Though the net had gaps, their size was far too small for Lu Ran to escape.

If this continued, even if the chains didn’t bind him, Lu Ran would eventually be crushed.

“Ssshh—”

Lu Ran finally seized his chance, swinging his blade down hard—but it didn’t budge the net an inch!

He hastily dodged again, but there was almost no space left.

Suddenly, Lu Ran leaped backward and slashed his blade once more at the Blood Chain Net.

Though Lu Ran’s back was turned to Wei Long, Wei Long didn’t slacken for a moment.

Wei Long reacted with astonishing speed, instantly raising his hand to shield his face.

And Lu Ran’s wooden blade had already pierced through a gap in the chain net—he suddenly released his grip, switched to a palm strike, and shoved outward with all his might!

“Ding~”

The wooden blade shot forward, its tip striking Wei Long’s forearm covered by his Blood Curse sleeve—and was flung far away.

“Enough!” Sun Zhengfang shouted loudly, his heart brimming with surprise and delight.

Deng Yuxiang immediately strode forward with long steps.

The blood chains in the air shattered abruptly; the ground’s blood mist gradually vanished.

“Didn’t expect it,” Deng Yuxiang placed a hand on Lu Ran’s head and ruffled his hair roughly, “Got some grit, huh?”

Lu Ran: “.”

“What, upset you lost?” Seeing Lu Ran’s solemn expression, Deng Yuxiang frowned oddly, “You actually thought you could win?”

“No no,” Lu Ran smoothed his tousled short hair, “I just can’t figure out how to escape.”

What he’d just experienced was truly despairing.

No way up, no way down.

And the Immortal Sheep sect’s techniques aren’t known for raw output—hard to break free by brute force alone.

So he’d have to take an unconventional path.

At the River Realm, Lu Ran had learned a BUG-level Divine Art—Sheep!

Yes, the name of this art is simply: Sheep!

At that time, Lu Ran could turn his enemy into a little lamb for a short duration.

You dare call me a lamb, huh?

Fine,

Now you are one too!

With such a Divine Art, could he break through the Heavenly Net set by the Prison Demon believer?

Hmm… probably still hard.

After all, Wei Long’s Divine Art: Blood Sea Chaos was still active—how could Lu Ran cast smoothly?

And “Sheep,” being a BUG-level technique, demanded an enormous cost from Lu Ran to use!

Why is such a powerful Divine Art so rarely used by Immortal Sheep believers?

Why don’t people rush to become Immortal Sheep believers?

Behind it, there are cold, realistic reasons.

Of course, all that is for later.

“Prison Demon, Prison Demon,” Lu Ran mused silently.

Those two characters really fit!

They’ve truly trapped this demon.

But my Immortal Sheep Master has crafted for me a garden of demonic statues!

In the future, with thousands of demonic arts at my side, won’t I be able to subdue you, a mere Prison Demon?

“Being a believer isn’t about solo combat,” Deng Yuxiang offered rare comfort, “This was just a sparring match.

When you fight demons, you’ll have teammates, allies of all kinds, each fulfilling their roles.”

“Mm.” Lu Ran nodded.

“Your performance was already excellent,” Sun Zhengfang stepped forward, “Your brother Wei was stunned, haha!”

Before the railing, Wei Hu gave a perfect thumbs-up: “Good!”

Two simple words, perfectly matching Wei Hu’s cold demeanor.

But inside, Wei Hu silently cursed: What the hell… what kind of thing is this?

Are kids these days really this terrifying?

“Lucky, lucky,” Lu Ran kept saying, looking at Wei Long, “Thank you for holding back.”

Wei Long shook his head, offering no reply.

Holding back was inevitable, but the combat intensity increased gradually—no watered-down effort.

“On the fifteenth night, our operations will proceed better.” Sun Zhengfang patted Lu Ran’s shoulder.

This sparring match had given Sun Zhengfang peace of mind.

“Is this sparring part of the evaluation?” Lu Ran seized the opportunity, quickly asking, “Will I get bonus points?”

“We can consider it,” Sun Zhengfang nodded with a smile.

We can consider it?

Lu Ran’s mind stirred—he seized the moment while Sun was in a good mood and said, “Will the Divine People’s Bureau reward me for this trial?

Uncle Sun, before summer break, I got a mottled green stone knife from school, and I just completed the task yesterday—it’s been successfully upgraded.

Can the Divine People’s Bureau upgrade my knife one more level?”

Sun Zhengfang’s smile froze.

What’s this got to do with anything?

How did we suddenly end up talking about knives?

“Gurrr~”

Lu Ran’s stomach growled—most inopportune.

“Take him to eat first,” Sun Zhengfang immediately told Deng Yuxiang.

“Yes,” Deng Yuxiang casually slung an arm around Lu Ran’s shoulder and strode toward the rooftop railing.

“My knife—” Lu Ran’s voice cut off as he was already near the rooftop edge.

He was startled: “Sis! Sis, don’t—no, aaaahhhhh!”

On the rooftop, a man and woman plummeted straight down.

Lu Ran’s face turned ashen as he endured the violent sensation of freefall, feeling the wind howling past his ears, his heart pounding as if it might burst.

“Whoosh~~”

As they neared the ground, Deng Yu’s feet stirred the air, and their descent slowed abruptly.

Lu Ran clung tightly to Deng Yu, not feeling the warmth and softness of a woman in his arms, but rather like a sloth clinging to a branch.

On the rooftop, Sun Zheng picked up the wooden knife from the ground: “What do you think of this new teammate?”

Wei Long: “Calm, unflinching, solid fundamentals.”

Wei Hu nodded in agreement.

“This kid hasn’t even shown his true skill yet,” Sun Zheng weighed the wooden knife in his hand. “His understanding of the Divine Art—Merciful Sound—is uniquely profound.”

Other followers of Xiang Xianyang beg for compassion from the weak, pleading for mercy.

But Lu Ran can make his target’s heart swell with murderous, cruel intent.”

Sun Zheng paused, then continued: “Tonight, on the fifteenth, you two brothers will guard him on either side.”

With Lu Ran’s unique skill, we may double our effectiveness when slaughtering demons!”

“Yes!”

“Yes, Commander Sun!” On the rooftop, the Wei brothers shouted back.

Below the residential building, Deng Yu watched Lu Ran with keen interest:

“How long are you going to hold on?”

Lu Ran stepped back shakily, still shaken.

Seeing Deng Yu’s mischievous smile, he burst with anger: “That was the seventh floor! Seventh floor!”

Deng Yu shrugged: “You were so brave just now—what’s a little jump?”

Lu Ran’s expression turned serious: “Even though you’re my brother’s sister, I really will call the police!”

Deng Yu disdainfully extended her hand, brushing at her shoulder as if flicking off dust from her clothes:

“Didn’t you already hold me?”

Lu Ran: ???

I meant call the police, not hold the police!

“Fine, fine, go ahead—I’m listening,” Deng Yu smirked at Lu Ran’s indignation. “Who stands before me, filing a complaint?”

Lu Ran: “.”

Deng Yu: “Hahahaha~”

Her laughter was unrestrained, making Lu Ran want to slash her with a knife!

Huh?

Where’s my knife?

Lu Ran looked around, then raised his head toward the rooftop—it must have fallen up there.

Whatever. I’ll spare your life today.

I’ll say it again: thirty years from now, don’t regret it!

“If you’re not going to report me, shall I take you for breakfast first?”

“Hmm, fine.”

(End of Chapter)