Chapter 512

The weirdo smiled as he watched the two of them.

He loved watching others part in life and death.

Especially this scene before him—it was incredibly beautiful, perfectly to his taste.

He said, "After hearing you talk like this, I almost don't want to strike."

Keep crying and wailing some more.

I'll just watch from the side.

When I get bored one day, I'll end you both at once."

With that, he burst into loud laughter.

Then he slowly walked toward Masked Sweetheart.

Suddenly, a sharp dagger appeared in the weirdo's hand.

He had already decided to kill.

Masked Sweetheart struggled weakly.

But he could barely even stand, let alone resist.

Just as he believed death was inevitable—

A flash of cold light shot past, and the weirdo staggered back several steps.

The dagger in his hand had been severed.

The weirdo stared at Masked Sweetheart in shock.

He assumed Masked Sweetheart had suddenly struck back.

"I never expected you still had strength left."

But just then—

A tall figure appeared before the weirdo.

It was Luo En.

Luo En had seen everything that just happened.

He knew if he didn't act now—

Masked Sweetheart would truly become a cold corpse.

"You?" Masked Sweetheart and the weirdo spoke the words almost simultaneously.

Masked Sweetheart stared at Luo En in shock.

He hadn't expected Luo En to appear here.

"How did you get here?" Masked Sweetheart asked, then turned to the weirdo.

Luo En said, "I just happened to pass by and saw your fight with the weirdo."

"I must say, your strength still needs improvement."

After speaking, Luo En patted Masked Sweetheart on the shoulder.

This made Masked Sweetheart extremely annoyed.

"Brat."

"Do you know your death is near?"

"Do you know what you're facing? Even I can't handle this weirdo."

"You're just coming here to die."

After saying that, he saw the weirdo.

"Your target is me—this kid just stumbled in by accident."

After saying that, he looked at Luo En.

"Get out of here quickly. Don't interfere with my business."

The weirdo stared at Luo En in shock.

Masked Sweetheart hadn't seen Luo En's true strength.

But the weirdo had witnessed it—the dagger he had swung just now carried tremendous force.

A normal hero couldn't have withstood it.

Luo En had shattered it in an instant.

That was impossible.

Unless Luo En's strength was terrifyingly immense.

"I feel like I've seen you somewhere before."

The weirdo stared at Luo En in shock.

Luo En chuckled, "I've got an ordinary face—you see me everywhere."

"So it doesn't matter, right?"

After saying that, he turned to Masked Sweetheart.

"Heroes are fighting hard— as one of them, I won't stand idly by."

Masked Sweetheart wore an expression of exasperated disappointment.

Though in some matters he very much wanted Luo En to die—

On this, he absolutely could not let the weirdo kill Luo En.

"Don't you understand yet? With your B-rank hero strength, how could you possibly be his match?"

"Why don't you just leave right now?"

You'd better leave right away.

Must I really die here?

After speaking, he glared fiercely at Luo En.

Luo En suddenly understood.

So that was what Masked Sweetheart meant by telling him to leave.

In Masked Sweetheart's eyes, Luo En was merely a B-class hero, ranked somewhere in the middle.

He was utterly no match for them.

Luo En had no right to take part in a battle like this.

Just like his sister.

She was accidentally dragged into this.

Now she knew she was nothing but a burden here.

Her attacks had no effect whatsoever on the opponent.

Luo En said, "It's fine. Since this is a battle, there's no distinction between us."

Although my strength is inferior to yours.

But I must take part in this battle."

After speaking, he saw the strange man.

"I've encountered many members of the Strange Man Association; though I don't know which one you are.

But since you've come here to cause trouble, you'd better be ready to be eliminated."

The strange man laughed heartily, "What bold words.

Someone who doesn't know might think you're an S-class hero.

But you're just a B-class.

You think you can be my opponent? That's a joke."

After speaking, he burst into loud laughter, utterly disregarding Luo En.

He turned to Masked Sweetheart.

"Looks like I'll have to kill one more person today.

But killing two is still killing.

Killing three is still killing—might as well add one more."

After speaking, he blurred, turning into a lingering afterimage.

His speed was extremely fast.

Masked Sweetheart couldn't track his figure at all.

He felt only a flash before a cold, gleaming dagger was thrust before his face.