Chapter 472: Kill Her!!!

Ying walked along the quiet residential street.

Sunlight filtered through the street trees' leaves, casting dappled shadows on the road.

Occasionally a car passed, then quickly vanished at the end of the street.

Ying's mood was somewhat complicated.

On one hand, she worried about her sister and wanted to reach Lin Zan's residence quickly to check the situation.

On the other hand, she constantly felt something watching her, and her back grew a little cold.

(Is it an illusion...?)

She glanced back.

The street was empty, with no one around.

She shook her head and kept walking forward.

Not far behind her.

Jiantong Shen'er pressed against the wall, slowly poking out half his head.

He stared at Ying's silhouette, the madness in his eyes nearly spilling over.

(Getting closer... even closer...)

(When she reaches a less crowded spot... I'll strike.)

His hand trembled slightly with excitement.

He didn't notice—

Further behind him, another figure was quietly approaching.

Bai Hang.

She had already walked in the opposite direction, but inexplicably turned to look back, just in time to see Jiantong Shen'er stealthily following Ying.

(What is this guy... doing?)

Her brows furrowed.

(He's stalking classmate Ying? Why?)

She hesitated for a second.

She had her own plan, her own Task.

Logically, she shouldn't meddle.

But—

(This person looks... very abnormal.)

She recalled Jiantong Shen'er's gaze at people earlier at the school gate.

It was like a venomous snake coiled in the shadows.

(No, I have to see what he's really after.)

Bai Hang silently followed.

Although she had lost her strength, her stealth‑tracking skill remained.

She deftly slipped through the street shadows, keeping a safe distance from Jiantong.

Ahead.

Ying had already entered a relatively secluded alley.

It was a shortcut to Lin Zan's Residence, flanked by old walls and a few houses' Backdoors.

Jiantong Shen'er's steps quickened.

His breathing grew heavy, a suppressed low laugh emanating from his throat.

(Now... now...)

He lunged into the alley!

However—

The alley was empty.

Jiantong Shen'er was stunned.

He looked left and right, finding no trace of Ying.

"Where are they?!"

He gritted his teeth, frantically searching all around.

At that moment—

A cool female voice sounded from behind him:

"You, what are you trying to do?"

Jiantong Shen'er spun around sharply.

At the alley entrance, Bai Hang crossed her arms, staring at him coldly.

In her azure eyes there was no fear, only vigilance.

Jiantong Shen'er's complexion darkened.

"Bai Hang?" his hoarse voice rasped, "Get out of here, this has nothing to do with you."

Bai Hang stayed still.

"Why are you stalking classmate Ying?"

"What does it matter to you?"

"I already saw it, you've been following her all along."

Jiantong Shen'er's mouth twitched.

"What if I saw it?" he took a slow step forward, "You'd better get out quickly, or else…"

The expression on his face grew more twisted, more insane.

Bai Hang's brows furrowed even tighter.

(This person... clearly has a mental problem.)

She quietly slipped her hand behind her back, her fingertips touching the Command Spell on the back of her hand— the medium for summoning Jing Yuan.

"Or what?" she said without changing expression, "I've called the police."

Jiantong Shen'er was startled for a moment.

Then—

He smiled.

First a low chuckle squeezed out of his throat.

Then the laughter grew louder, more frantic.

He tilted his head back, spread his arms, and laughed wildly at the sky!

"Hahahahahahaha—!!!"

"Calling the police?! Calling the police?! Hahaha!!"

He suddenly lowered his head, staring at Bai Hang, his eyeballs nearly popping out of their sockets, his whole face contorting into a crazy Mask:

"Find—death—!!!"

He raised his right hand, and three bright red Command Spells on the back of it flared up instantly!

"Berserker!! Kill her!!!"

The moment the words fell—

a massive Black Shadow materialized out of nowhere in the middle of the alley!

It was a dark‑purple armor over two meters and fifty centimeters tall, with a snarling silhouette, sharp angles, jointed with layered, shell‑like structures, and ominous dark‑red glows seeping through the gaps.

The helm was fully covering, with only a horizontal V‑shaped crimson light, like a demon's stare.

It gave no warning, made no superfluous movement.

A fist thundered out!

The punch carried force enough to shatter steel, heading straight for Bai Hang's face!

Bai Hang's pupils contracted sharply!

Her body reacted before her mind— pushing off the ground, she darted backward!

But the punch was too fast, too fierce; the fist wind already brushed her face!

Just at this hair‑trigger moment—

"Boom—!!!"

A golden light, like a bolt from the heavens, instantly spanned across in front of Bai Hang!

It was an arm.

Long and strong, wrapped beneath the robe.

The five fingers spread, firmly grasping the iron fist capable of cracking stone.

The shockwave radiated outward from the two of them as center!

The ground cracked, walls trembled, shards of stone splashed!

Bai Hang was blown back several steps by the gust, and after steadying herself she quickly looked up—

The owner of the golden light, now standing before her, casually blocked Berserker's attack with one hand.

He had long white hair, casually draped over his shoulders.

Golden eyes held a gentle smile, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, exuding a composed aura.

His other hand grasped a long spear— or rather, a rod formed of condensed magic, its whole body glowing golden.

Jing Yuan.

At this moment, he stood as a Servant, shielding Bai Hang.

"Master."

He tilted his head, his tone as relaxed as if chatting, "Are you all right?"

Bai Hang was stunned for a second, then quickly nodded, "I'm... fine!"

Jing Yuan smiled, turning his gaze back to the dark‑purple knight before him.

The Berserker's fist was still held by him, unmoving.

"Interesting."

Jing Yuan said softly, "This power... the scent of Breeding, yet mixed with... some obsession."

Jiantong Shen'er stared dumbfounded at the scene.

He had originally thought a Berserker punch could pulverize that troublesome woman, but instead—

—a white‑haired fellow showed up midway?!

And he even caught Berserker's Full Power Strike with his bare hands?!

He was first stunned, then—

An even crazier laugh burst from his throat!

"Hahahahahaha!!! Good, good!!! You are also a Servant!!! You are!!!"

He pointed at Jing Yuan, his eyes flashing:

"Kill them!! Berserker!! Kill them together!!!"

Then he swiftly turned, disappearing rapidly into the depths of the alley.

Jing Yuan did not chase.

Jing Yuan simply relaxed his grip, letting the Berserker retract its fist.

The dark‑purple knight stood still, the V‑shaped red light under its helmet flickering as if assessing the opponent before it.

Jing Yuan carelessly twirled his spear.

"Master."

Jing Yuan said without turning his head, "Find a corner and hide."

Bai Hang froze for a moment, then immediately recovered.

"I‑I know! lancer… we must win!"

Bai Hang quickly retreated, ducking behind a pile of junk at the alley corner, poking out half a head to watch the battle.

Jing Yuan gave a slight smile.

"Hmm."

Jing Yuan lifted the spear in his hand, the tip pointing straight at the Berserker, a hint of seriousness finally appearing in his golden eyes.

"Come on."

He said, "Let me see how much skill the world's Heroic Spirit really has."

Under the Berserker's helmet, the V‑shaped red light surged suddenly!

Dark‑purple mana boiled around it, like a burning Flame!

The next second—

Two figures vanished from the spot simultaneously!

"Boom—!!!"

A deafening boom erupted in the alley!

Golden light and dark‑purple energy waves intertwined and collided, the shockwave shattered the walls and ripped up the ground!

Bai Hang clutched her ears tightly, hiding behind the junk, eyes never blinking as she stared at the battlefield.

(Jing Yuan…)

(Come on!)