Chapter 147: Can I Still Jump Off Now?

Accompanied by a roar that even the AI's built-in translation function couldn't decode, a terrifying pressure instantly crushed the red-clad man; his bones, enhanced by the phantom beast, cracked with a piercing snap, and his entire body slammed onto the deck with a thud, the sturdy metal deck indenting in an instant—the shockwave nearly unsteadying Fena.

Fena clearly had no intention of giving the red-clad man another chance to rise; the moment she stabilized, she kicked out—a deliberate attempt to literally kick his skull off.

But the phantom beast clinging to him was no mindless inert thing; gray substance surfaced across his body, enveloping the red-clad man's half-sunken form in flawless coverage.

Unlike Fena, Feng Xue, who knew his spirit-binding technique was far from refined, understood this move couldn't last—he immediately gave Sara a glance.

Sara and Feng Xue had developed some rapport; she instantly realized they likely couldn't kill him, so she nudged Fena twice while still kicking wildly, then communicated via the phantom beast protocol.

Fena's face clearly showed frustration, but she still merged back with Sara; after one final desperate kick that still failed to pierce the defense and kill the opponent, she grabbed Feng Xue by the arm and leapt off the deck, moving at a pace that made one's scalp tingle, stepping directly on the sea toward the approaching Dayun Hao.

【Mount Tai Curse】—this was Feng Xue's only original technique; he wasn't sure if anyone had ever used it this way before, but he had indeed developed it through his own reasoning.

Its principle was actually simple: in essence, it temporarily shifted the object bearing the weight of the Hu Tian Bag from the Yin Bag to the target; originally, it was just Feng Xue's attempt to rebind the Yin Bag during world-crossing to avoid scattering important items everywhere, but after recalling his past use of the steamroller sheath-draw, he evolved this Cursing Method—initially intending to name it 【Steamroller Curse】, but considering prestige, he chose the meaning of Mount Tai pressing down and named it 【Mount Tai Curse】.

However, to achieve this level of power, the Hu Tian Bag must contain substantial weight, so he couldn't sever the connection outright—otherwise, whether the target collapsed under the weight or the spirit-binding spell failed, the force would return to the Yang Bag, making him the next bearer.

This temporary disconnection also drastically shortened the spell's duration.

Feng Xue had also considered forcing the target to bear volume along with weight, but most targets couldn't possibly carry volume; forcibly assigning both would cause the spell to fail.

Still, Feng Xue had high hopes for this technique; currently, his Yin Bag was merely the cargo hold of the Dayun Hao, holding only dozens of tons of goods—but if in the future he acquired warehouses capable of holding tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of tons as Yin Bags, not even Terra superhumans would stand—he'd make Terra canned goods kneel!

But then again, suddenly bearing dozens of tons and just kneeling was already absurd enough!

As Fena dragged him sprinting, Feng Xue mentally evaluated the practical effects of 【Mount Tai Curse】—in power, it was indeed impressive, but casting was complex, requiring substantial preparation (i. e., the weight of items in the Hu Tian Bag), and it required dotting vermilion infused with "proxy" magical power onto the target to activate.

"Also need to consider spell counters and magic resistance—but honestly, no need to overthink it; if the enemy has high magic resistance, use another method—I'm not limited to just this skill."

As Feng Xue pondered, the Dayun Hao was already within sight; Fena leapt straight onto the deck, and the two saw a man in formal attire, wearing a strange helmet, standing calmly on the deck.

"Shit!"

"Shit!"

Feng Xue and the man in formal attire cursed almost simultaneously, leaving Feng Xue momentarily stunned—but then he saw the man turn and prepare to jump overboard.

The man in formal attire was equally bewildered; judging from the traces, he'd deduced this ship belonged to the target, and since the red-clad man had already pursued them, he'd planned to block the escape route, thinking that if the pair truly escaped the red-clad man, he could still net them.

But the problem was—why the hell did these two look completely unharmed?

Even without the God of Hunting's blessing, the red-clad man was an upper-tier excellent combatant, a high-level enforcer in his family; even two-on-one, how could they have neutralized him without a scratch? Or conversely—if these two could neutralize the red-clad man without a scratch, what made him think he could stop them?

But now, trying to flee was clearly impossible; seeing Fena already before him, he shouted at a speed rivaling Feng Xue's rapid incantation:

"Wait—I'm a dock security officer, here to watch the ship for you! The vessel suddenly started moving, so I chased after you out of concern; since you've returned, I—"

"Bang!"

Before he could finish, Fena tossed Feng Xue aside and punched his hastily raised blocking arm; the compressed air even created a visible distortion.

Feng Xue rolled away on the spot and realized this man's combat strength was likely inferior to the red-clad man's; he immediately said:

"Little Bell, full speed away!"

"Understood, Master. Engines at full power. Estimated speed of 100 km/h in thirty seconds. Please hold on and stand firm!"

The vessel beneath them suddenly accelerated, yet Fena remained completely unaffected by the motion; her attacks were brutally lethal, purely offensive, with no defense—she fought like someone determined to die but take a chunk of flesh with her.

The red-clad man had failed to subdue her for so long precisely because he didn't want to get hurt; now, this man in formal attire had combat strength roughly equal to Fena's, and facing such a reckless, no-holds-barred assault, he was quickly overwhelmed.

Feng Xue had been inexplicably dragged into this, but seeing the man's attire—looking like a suit but actually a mechanical exoskeleton—his interest was piqued.

Yet he made no move to approach; instead, he pulled a ritual table from the Hu Tian Bag, calmly arranged incense and candles, placed Mo Ying's jade tablet at the center, and as magical power surged in, even the bright daylight couldn't suppress Mo Ying's power.

"Twelve-tenths power~ Ghost Confuses the Mind!"

With a fingertip still smeared with vermilion, he flicked forward—a wisp of ghostly energy shot out like a bullet.

"Failed—it was resisted!" Mo Ying's irritated voice echoed in his mind; Feng Xue wasn't surprised, and grinned wickedly:

"No problem—if one miss, we just keep throwing!"

Saying this, Feng Xue shaped his hand like a pistol, mimicking a child playing gunfight, aiming at the man in formal attire, and fired wave after wave of ghostly energy with a frantic, machine-gun speed.

Ghost Confuses the Mind was meant to be a suggestion-type spell exploiting the target's mental flaws—but Feng Xue had turned it into something resembling a direct-damage spell.

The man in formal attire watched a cascade of warnings flash across his helmet visor, but had no attention left for Feng Xue; under Fena's frenzied dog-like assault, he didn't even have time to regret his own cleverness—he frantically sent messages to the red-clad man and the warship, begging them to catch up, while desperately searching for an escape route.

But in the next instant, he received a signal from the warship:

"Ship's main control system damaged—can't pursue!"

"Damn it!" In that instant, the man in formal attire couldn't help but think this—exactly at the moment his mind faltered, Feng Xue's saturation barrage of ghostly energy finally slipped through.

A golden phrase flashed instantly, followed immediately by a locked padlock!

(End of Chapter)