Chapter 227: Overtime! Overtime! Overtime!

Zhou Yun's lips curled into a smile as he stepped slowly into the training cage; the iron bars snapped shut behind him, leaving only Airebas and Zhou Yun inside.

He had no intention of deliberately targeting this fake Airebas,

but since everyone had laid out the opportunity to beat up this fake Airebas, Zhou Yun had no objection to landing a couple of punches,

after all, his spirit and behavior were identical to Airebas's—also a beast.

"First blood? Or final blood?" Zhou Yun asked, a mocking smile on his lips.

Instantly, the air around them grew heavier.

In Lokken's eyes, Airebas frowned slightly, puzzled: "This is just sparring—why final blood?"

"Then it's just play," Zhou Yun said, his lips curled in mockery. "Our Blood Saint Angels never fight anything but final blood."

These words stunned every Shadow Wolf present.

Final blood meant a duel ending in one's death—only ever initiated when a warrior felt his honor had been violated.

It was a fight to the death, nothing like sparring.

"Or are you just a coward who dares only first blood?"

"Beastly conduct," Airebas retorted immediately. "Only beasts kill their own brothers!"

"Better than stealing someone else's name and living as a fraud," Zhou Yun sneered.

Airebas was not originally named Airebas—this name belonged to a gifted child from his village,

whom he murdered, stole the identity and name from, and has lived as ever since.

A flicker of shock crossed Airebas's face—this secret was supposed to be known only to him!

But Zhou Yun gave him no chance—he shifted his leg slightly and launched himself like a cannonball at the treacherous Airebas.

"Then let's go!" Airebas, startled by Zhou Yun's speed, swiftly countered,

his blade slicing through the air like a chaotic cascade of auroras aimed at Zhou Yun's face.

The fight came too suddenly; Zhou Yun hadn't time to activate his acceleration spring, so his current speed came purely from his own body.

External tools are ultimately illusory,

Zhou Yun did not reach this point relying on Doraemon's secret gadgets—everything he has now was earned through his own effort; the gadgets offered only minor aid.

He would defeat Airebas with his own strength—

The Pirate DX suit's auxiliary power activated, instantly boosting Zhou Yun's speed dramatically,

then the portable pyramid beneath his baseball cap glowed faintly, its light surging through his calf muscles—his speed surged beyond human limits.

Secret gadgets! Activate!

How could the Pirate DX suit and portable pyramid be considered external force?

The portable pyramid unlocks Zhou Yun's own potential—how could his own potential be called external force?

Moreover, the Pirate DX suit not only enhances physical strength and boasts incredible durability, but also feels utterly comfortable to wear—nearly imperceptible.

Zhou Yun wears the Pirate DX suit beneath a layer of clay-skin prosthetics even when eating or sleeping, to ensure absolute safety.

The entire suit has fused with him—how could it be called external force?

In short, to Zhou Yun, the Pirate DX suit and portable pyramid are now part of his fundamental internal logic—an inseparable extension of his own power.

Airebas stared in stunned disbelief as Zhou Yun's speed suddenly skyrocketed, appearing before him as if teleporting, then slapping his face with a forceful palm.

The sharp slap spun Airebas midair; Zhou Yun seized the back of his skull, gripping it tightly and slamming it into the iron bars.

A dull thud echoed through the arena as Airebas's head crashed against the bars.

But Zhou Yun controlled his force precisely—Airebas was dazed, yet no blood flowed.

That meant, under first blood rules, Airebas had not yet lost—the match was not over.

Seeing this Blood Saint Guard intend to keep smashing his head into the bars, Airebas realized brute strength alone could not defeat this enemy.

He silently began reciting an ancient curse in his mind.

This, of course, violated duel rules—but for Airebas, breaking rules brought no guilt.

Airebas chose a swift, efficient subspace curse—one that likely originated at the dawn of human civilization.

Speak a name, envision the person's identity, then in your heart spit and curse them, wishing them misfortune.

This curse exploits the targeting power of names, projecting one's malice through subspace toward the target.

It leaves almost no trace and delivers just the right effect:

A violent headache—enough for Airebas to claim victory.

"Chu Mu. Dante!!!" Airebas roared aloud, while in his mind envisioning this man's identity as a Blood Saint Angel, hurling the most vile curses at him.

Zhou Yun's hand paused slightly. Airebas smiled triumphantly—then—

BOOM!!!!

"Why are you yelling so loud?!"

Airebas was dazed, utterly confused—why?

Could Chu Mu. Dante be a fake name? Impossible—any name ever used should have triggered the curse.

Unless he, like Airebas, had stolen another's name and identity—the curse would only strike the original owner—

Dante exhaled a long, weary breath.

Tired.

So tired that Dante wanted to fly from the highest tower of Angel Keep using his jump pack, then detonate a thermite grenade just as his fuel ran out.

Dante never used to think this way.

But now—he felt he deserved it. At least that Saint Doraemon had promised him so.

Unfortunately, Lord Zhou Yun and Mephiston had vanished again, tinkering with some #Baal2Curse# subspace nonsense.

Otherwise, Dante would have demanded answers from Lord Zhou Yun: how the hell was he even a Death Lord??

Dante stared silently out the window at the night sky—so beautiful. He truly wanted to jump.

But sadly, this height couldn't kill an Astartes—and Saint Guilliman seemed to sense his thoughts, speaking gently:

"The Emperor waits for you on the brink of death. You shall become the Oathbound Legion, continuing to serve the Imperium."

In an instant, Dante felt like he stood on a single thread:

One end, life—leading to overtime. The other end, death—also leading to overtime.

Dante exhaled again, deeply—as if trying to purge every trace of fatigue and pain from his body.

Fortunately, Saint Guilliman had promised Dante:

Saint Guilliman was currently searching nearby star systems for Forge World ruins, hoping to recover usable machinery to rebuild the Blood Angels' spaceborne armaments.

Before departing, Saint Guilliman had promised: "When I return, my child, I shall take over all duties—you shall have the rest you've longed for."

But Dante felt strangely unprepared for the coming rest—he hadn't known rest in a thousand years, and didn't know what to do without work. Maybe he could grow grapes?

But as new files were placed before him, those thoughts vanished instantly.

"Proposal: 'Filming the Blood Angels' Image and Recruitment Promo.' Proposed by Lord Zhou Yun? And a promo script? That's good—it aligns with Lord Guilliman's desire to restore the Legion's structure and reconnect with mortals."

". our new biomatter pools discovered. Must arrange transport to bring them back. Lord Zhou Yun appears capable of absorbing some of this biomatter."

"Huh? High Elder Lag of the Saint Doraemon Cult is severely wounded? How?"

Dante was slightly startled—he'd heard of Lag before.

He was very old, though his exact age was forgotten; after the war, Korbros had casually measured his bone age and found he was eighty-seven—thirteen years shy of a hundred.

Remember: radiation near the Crimson Scar was lethal; gang warfare in the hive was chaos. Eighty-seven wasn't just old—it was a miracle. Even Korbros couldn't resist drawing a vial of his blood for study.

And this man had survived both the Underworld and the Battle of Baal—unscathed. Dante even suspected Saint Doraemon himself protected him.

So why had he suddenly been wounded? Dante frowned, reaching to open the file—

Dante suddenly clutched his head—a sharp, piercing pain erupted inside his skull.

"Why the sudden headache?"

Airebas was dazed, his head slammed against the iron bars in precise rhythm by Zhou Yun.

He tried to cast another curse or subspace sorcery—but Zhou Yun's assault left him no time.

Finally, Airebas couldn't take it—he twitched his fingers violently, gripping his waist dagger in a grotesque pose.

Just as everyone assumed Airebas would strike back—

The Airebas in Zhou Yun's grasp suddenly vanished.

In the blink of an eye, Airebas appeared outside the arena.

Instantly, the Shadow Wolves' respect and admiration vanished; their gazes turned to contempt.

Fleeing mid-battle was among the most dishonorable acts an Astartes could commit.

Even Horus sighed faintly and shook his head.

Zhou Yun wasn't surprised at all—this treacherous beast's spirit and actions were identical to Airebas's.

Yet at that moment, Zhou Yun heard Airebas's hushed voice:

"My lord, since you've finished conquering this planet, it is time I report what I have done."

"According to my intelligence, the planet Daiwen—once governed and appointed by you directly—has rebelled."

(End of Chapter)