Chapter 456: Come Over

Tsk!

A sharp, piercing sound rang out, unusually harsh.

The tip of the Night Hunt blade, like a hot knife slicing into congealed fat, met almost no resistance and easily pierced that seemingly sturdy one‑way glass!

The crack spread from the blade tip instantly, forming a spider‑web pattern, yet it did not shatter immediately.

Meanwhile, outside the private booth.

The Gray Puppet standing at the door heard the commotion and immediately knocked lightly: "Lao Da?! What happened? Are you okay?"

Cheng Shuili kicked open the already shattered glass, turned her head, and said calmly: "It's fine, wait at the door."

She spoke with such authority that the Gray Puppet at the door, even if it heard any strange noise, did nothing to disturb Cheng Shuili.

In its eyes, this person in the private booth was their boss!

Who else would they listen to if not the boss?

Qing Qing had just steadied her stance when she heard this extremely bizarre conversation.

Boss?!

What boss?

Aren't Wu Ya's teammates only her? Those who didn't know even thought Wu Ya had brought Black Feather members into the Instance.

She instantly lost interest in the ring before her and turned her head to look at Cheng Shuili, who had finally appeared.

The gaze of the four people huddled on the other side also fell on Cheng Shuili; they had been shrinking back, but upon seeing a thin woman walk out of the booth, their minds instantly became active.

This person was indeed tall—about 1.7 meters—but she's so thin!

A skinny person—how much fighting ability could they possibly have, even if they had some?

The muscular man almost instinctively rose to his feet; he was the typical muscle‑guy type, 1.8 meters tall, full of muscle, looking hard to mess with at a glance.

He gripped the weapon he had brought in, his eyes darting between Cheng Shuili and the long blade in her hand, greed and ferocity gradually overriding his initial surprise.

In his view, the woman who came out of the booth might have some strange tricks to scare off the Instance's NPCs, but her actual strength might not be that great.

If he could catch her off guard, instantly subdue or even kill this woman who seemed like a key figure, he might seize something from her and instantly turn the situation around!

At worst, he'd end up in a draw with this guy; even a bad outcome wouldn't be that terrible.

"Hey! you!" the muscular man suddenly shouted, his voice tense and excited, he stepped forward, blocking Cheng Shuili and Qing Qing, and also obstructing Cheng Shuili's view of the Blood Ring: "Who exactly are you? Why can you stay in the booth all the time? Why hasn't the Puppet Master judged you?"

While saying that, he gave a glance to the short‑haired woman and the two others behind him.

Those three had brains, but they shrank back, daring not to say anything.

Seeing the three were cowards, the muscular man cursed them inwardly as useless, but with the arrow already on the string he had no choice; his cheek muscles twitched, he steeled himself, and decided to attack alone!

He didn't believe his strength and weapon couldn't take down a skinny person.

"If you won't talk, don't blame me for being rude!"

He let out a low roar, violently hoisting the heavy Opening Mountain Blade, whipping up a fierce wind, and brought it down upon Cheng Shuili's head.

This strike was massive and heavy, utterly without flourish, aimed entirely at killing her in one blow!

He even anticipated the direction Cheng Shuili might dodge, simultaneously stepping sideways to block her retreat.

But Cheng Shuili didn't even lift her eyes to look at him.

Qing Qing also stared at him as if he were an idiot, from the moment the muscular man stood up to when he attacked Wu Ya, she showed no reaction.

After all…

This is Wu Ya Zuo Fei Ji, after all.

Does she need to show anything?

Just as the Opening Mountain Blade whistled down, Cheng Shuili grasped the wrist of the Night Hunt blade and lightly lifted it upward.

Clang!!!

A deafening, ear‑piercing clang of metal on metal rang out!

The muscular man felt an utterly irresistible terrifying force rush along the blade.

His tiger's mouth split instantly, blood spattering; the five fingers gripping the blade could no longer bear it, the Opening Mountain Blade flew from his hand, spinning and clanging as it struck a distant seat, embedding deeply.

And his whole body was like being hit head‑on by a speeding truck; his massive frame flew backward uncontrollably, slamming with a bang into a row of seats behind him, warping and breaking that entire row.

He lay amidst the wreckage, blood spurting from his mouth, his wide‑eyed gaze filled with disbelief and agony, unable even to groan, it looked like he was taking in more air than he was expelling.

All of this happened in the flash of a spark.

From the muscular man's sudden attack to his severe injury and near‑death collapse, it took only a short two seconds.

Cheng Shuili remained standing where she was, not even moving a corner of her clothing.

She slowly lowered the Night Hunt; its blade remained dark, unstained by a trace of blood. She then lifted her eyes, gave a faint glance at the muscular man twitching in the wreckage, and turned her gaze to the three short‑haired women who were utterly terrified.

"Anyone else want to ask something?" she said in a calm voice, yet it carried a chilling pressure that made one's marrow feel cold.

Those three were like chickens with their necks choked, trembling all over as if sifting chaff, desperately shaking their heads, wishing they could sink into the earth.

The short‑haired woman silently cursed: anyone who could sit calmly in the private booth couldn't be easy to provoke—just that muscular man, whose brain folds hadn't yet caught up to his muscles, would dare act so rashly against her.

Cheng Shuili no longer paid attention to the shrinking three, stepped over the muscular man, and walked toward the Blood Ring before the Gray Puppet.

Seeing her approach, Qing Qing spread her hands: "Doing my best, I can't see anything."

Cheng Shuili said nothing, crouched beside her and stared at the circle for a while.

After a moment, her expression grew solemn, and she suddenly rose to her feet.

Qing Qing's body instantly tensed: "What did you figure out?"

Cheng Shuili honestly shook her head: "No."

Qing Qing: "…"

She almost couldn't catch her breath, suppressing the urge to roll her eyes, she lowered her voice: "Then why are you being so solemn?"

Cheng Shuili glanced at her, her tone still flat: "Not being able to see it doesn't mean I can't stand up."

Not much time left, Wuya Lao Da—you don't want to die either, right? If we happen to draw it among us, that's a rule kill!

Cheng Shuili said nothing; she stood in place, thought for a moment, then turned and calmly looked at the gray puppet standing beside the Blood Ring.

"You," she said, her voice clear, carrying an indisputable command tone, "Come over."

In Qing Qing's doubtful gaze, as if wondering whether Wu Ya had gone mad, the puppet's body trembled ever so slightly, like a gear that hadn't turned in a long time suddenly starting to move.