Chapter 27: But You're Too Weak! One Touch and It Shatters!

"Nine consecutive Green Lights?"

In the darkness, that cold voice instantly made the whole place feel like a frozen cave, drowning out all the clamor.

Ying Ye's grim, hawk-like face froze in an instant, then he quickly mustered respect, hurriedly stepped back half a pace, and bowed his head, standing solemnly.

Behind him, Long Ge and the others were like struck by lightning, cold sweat streaming down, and they all brushed aside, clearing a path.

"Ying... Ying Ye?"

Zhang Yang stammered as he opened his mouth.

He didn't understand why the previously imposing Ying Ye suddenly became so humble.

Ying Ye glared at him fiercely, signaling him to shut up.

In this day and age, are there still such clueless idiots?!

Tap, tap, tap—

As the sound grew clearer, everyone finally saw the newcomer.

She was a woman.

She wore a tight black leather suit, her figure curvaceous, with a thin veil of black gauze covering her face.

The newcomer was none other than Yan Ruo Xue!

She stood in the center of the factory.

The dim yellow light fell on her, illuminating the thick bandages wrapped around her right arm.

Even through the veil, her icy eyes slowly scanned the room.

Finally, they settled on Xia Weiwei and Zhang Yang.

The whole factory fell silent, a pin could be heard dropping.

Xia Weiwei felt an invisible pressure bearing down, making her breath catch.

She had never seen a woman with such aura!

Disdainful of everything, aloof!

Yet deep within her fear, a strange excitement rose.

This is what a true strong one is!

This is the life she has long dreamed of!

She could turn her hand into clouds, her palm into rain, making everyone shiver and submit!

She stared fixedly at Yan Ruo Xue, imagining how glorious it would be if she herself were standing there.

Beside her, Zhang Yang was utterly terrified, his legs going weak.

The woman's eyes were beautiful.

But that cold gaze was a hundred times scarier than Ying Ye!

Yan Ruo Xue leaned close to Xia Weiwei, her voice devoid of any warmth.

"Your luck is... good."

Xia Weiwei took a deep breath, suppressing the frantic beating of her heart.

She knew this was the most important moment of her life.

She must not show weakness!

Xia Weiwei lifted her chin slightly, meeting the cold stare, striving to make her voice sound calm and confident.

"I've always been this lucky."

Yan Ruo Xue's gaze lingered on Xia Weiwei's delicate face for a few seconds, as if appraising the value of a rare item.

Then she turned her sight toward the altar above.

Three consecutive sacrifices, all Green Light.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, it would be hard to believe!

And the nine consecutive Green Lights she mentioned don't seem fabricated.

Such odds are enough to draw the attention of any faction.

At this point, Yan Ruo Xue spoke calmly, looking at Xia Weiwei.

"The organization can give you a chance."

"Because of your luck, you can become an outer core member of the Black Shadow."

"Core?!"

A chorus of exclamations erupted around.

Don't be fooled by the 'outer' label!

But the word 'Core' carries immense weight!

It means access to a sliver of the organization's resources, a status far above ordinary thugs.

Countless have risked life and shed hot blood, yet may never reach this threshold!

Xia Weiwei's heart raced, and the joy on her face could not be hidden.

It's done!

She truly...

Is not an ordinary person!

Yan Ruo Xue, however, no longer looked at Xia Weiwei; her gaze shifted to Zhang Yang.

"And you? What do you have?"

Zhang Yang was taken aback by the question, stammering.

"I... I have... some assets at home... also..."

"Money?"

Yan Ruoxue let out a light laugh and shook her head.

"These days, money really isn't that useful..."

Zhang Yang's face turned as pale as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

"But..."

Yan Ruoxue shifted her tone and looked at Xia Weiwei again.

"Considering your girlfriend, you barely qualify."

"Likewise, peripheral core member."

Hearing this, Zhang Yang was overjoyed and bowed repeatedly.

"Thank you! Thank you, sir! Thank you!"

Beside them, Xia Weiwei watched the scene, feeling extremely proud.

"Look!"

Zhang Yang, that useless guy, only got in because of her!

But this decision left many people in the hall feeling indignant.

Especially those veterans who have followed Ying Ye for ages, risking life and death!

"Why?!"

A rough voice broke the harmony.

In the crowd, a towering muscular man nearly two meters tall stepped forward.

He is called Tie Chui, the top warrior under Ying Ye.

He had been mixing in before the altar descended, earning many merits.

"Just because she's lucky?"

"We brothers have risked life and death, yet we're still ordinary members!"

"She becomes core as soon as she arrives? That's unfair!"

Tie Chui twisted his neck, his eyes filled with anger.

Yan Ruoxue slowly turned and looked at Tie Chui.

The corner of her mouth beneath the black veil seemed to curve slightly.

"You disagree?"

"Disagree! I've shed blood for the organization!"

"Oh."

Yan Ruoxue replied with a sound and raised her right hand wrapped in bandages.

The next second!

"Whoosh—!"

A streak of black light sliced through the air like lightning!

"Pfft—!"

Blood blossoms sprayed in all directions!

Tie Chui's massive right arm was instantly pierced by a jet‑black throwing knife!

The knife sank half a foot into the wall.

On it, his flesh and blood still clung!

"Ah—!"

Tie Chui let out a painful wail.

The whole venue, those who realized, stared in terror, a blanket of deathly silence.

No one saw clearly how she acted!

Yan Ruoxue clapped her hands, as if only brushing off some dust, her voice still indifferent.

"You shed blood for the organization?"

"Is it because you're strong and made a huge contribution?"

"No!"

"It's because you're too weak! One touch and you shatter!"

"Since you're weak, what right do you have to confront me? Crawling for favors?"

"My decision—does anyone have any objections?"

No one answered.

Xia Weiwei clenched both fists, her nails digging almost into her flesh.

She was a little scared.

But more than that, an uncontrollable excitement!

Too strong!

This is true power!

She now feels extremely grateful that she left that useless Su Ming back then!

"If I had kept following him, I would never have encountered this realm in my whole life!"

Immediately, she glanced secretly at Zhang Yang beside her, a hint of contempt flashing in her eyes.

Zhang Yang used to be a decent choice.

But now…

Even though they are rich, in the face of this true power they are nothing more than a bug that could be crushed to death at any moment.

She wants to become stronger!

One day, she too will be like the woman before her, deciding a man's life or death with a simple raise of her hand!

Xia Weiwei is lost in her own fantasy.

Ke Yanruoxue, however, sat down on a high‑backed chair with a blank expression.

She seemingly casually rested her injured right arm on the armrest.

In fact, she was masking those spasms!

Just now, using her power inevitably tugged at the wound.

In her mind, that figure involuntarily resurfaced again!

That man…

He's too strong!

She couldn't even last a few rounds!

Who on earth is it?!