Chapter 101: Men Remain Boys Until Death!

Get lost!

Qin Menglan only had a headache, but Shi San had reached the point where he had to make a choice.

He could no longer afford to hold back his strength, conserving energy to deal with Tang Luo and Qin Menglan; if he continued like this, he would only be dragged to death alive by A Fei and Qiang Shu.

Accompanied by a roar, surging qi energy, a sudden gust of wind, Qiang Shu and A Fei were almost simultaneously struck by Shi San.

The two were flung backward for the third time.

Before the two could land, or rather, in the instant they were sent flying, Shi San darted between them and rushed straight toward Tang Luo.

Kill the "nurse" first! Capture the thief by capturing the leader!

Only after killing this monk can we deal with the others!

Shi San had no choice but to change tactics; he could no longer afford to leave this dangerous monk until the end.

Only by killing him could he secure victory in this battle.

This is truly a risky move—Shi San doesn't understand Tang Luo, only knowing him through hearsay.

He doesn't know what skills Tang Luo possesses, only that this person is very strong and very dangerous.

Knowing oneself but not the enemy—Shi San never intended it this way. But he has no choice left; even if gravely wounded, he must kill his opponent.

After killing his opponent, there is a high probability he can escape.

Shi San approaches, raising his hand in advance, slapping a palm toward Tang Luo.

Between them, there is still five meters of distance; the palm's edge surges with wild energy, condensing into invisible substance-like qi waves, one ring after another, rushing directly at Tang Luo, like a true tide, seeking to drown him.

After that, an even more genuine palm strike: five fingers spread, each finger like a ten-thousand-catty iron hammer striking!

This is Shi San's palm strike with all his might!

At this moment, Shi San feels as if he himself is the true Shi Zhixuan, that powerful Evil King.

"Die!"

A roar erupts from Shi San's mouth, shaking the mind and soul, seizing the heart and spirit!

Essence, qi, and spirit condense into one with this roar, suddenly reaching a peak—an unprecedented palm strike, the most stunning palm strike!

In that instant, Shi San feels his breakthrough.

His strength, in this peak palm strike, advances another step!

Shi San sees the monk retreat a step, his momentum seized? This battle, I have won—on a narrow path, the brave prevail!

Moreover, now I am stronger than ever before.

Tang Luo slightly retreats, raises his left hand, and casually strikes empty-handed in midair.

Empty Palm!

Substantial force condenses into an invisible palm, smashing the tide-like qi energy, blasting toward Shi San.

First, the five fingers, carrying the force of ten thousand jun, like an egg striking stone, instantly shattered.

Then the palm, the arm...

Shi San is like a broken rag doll kneaded into a ball by someone, falling to the ground, silent.

On his still-intact face, his eyes stare wide open, dead but not at peace.

Merit power enters the hand.

Qiang Shu looks at Shi San's corpse, dead and eyes unclosed beside him, then glances at Tang Luo, swallowing hard: "Master, you're too fast..."

They had been attacking there for a long time without success—what happened?

You come out and instantly kill him? You're this fast—do your family know?

"No, no." Tang Luo is humble: "It's just that the two benefactors happened to exhaust this wretch; I merely happened to meet the opportunity."

"It's the master who's formidable." Qiang Shu laughs.

The two begin happily engaging in mutual business praise.

Beside them, A Fei turns his head away, a hypocritical adult of society.

"Fate fragment—my idea is to give it to Master Xuanzang; what do you think?" Qin Menglan interrupts their hollow boasting, pointing at Shi San's corpse.

On his corpse, a small ball of light appears.

"No problem." Qiang Shu immediately says: "Without Master Tang Luo, not to mention completing the mission—we might not even survive."

A Fei nods, as a fate fragment holder, he wouldn't care about other fate fragments anyway.

Unless it's the fate fragment of Wuqing Jian inside A Fei, he would go after it.

The two are not "you're so strong yet you didn't fight back and let us get hurt," demanding others "the greater the power, the greater the responsibility"—like overgrown infants.

Tang Luo takes the fate fragment; they are convinced and willing.

Besides, the battle just now was truly exhilarating!

If possible, the two really wouldn't want Tang Luo to act—they'd rather settle Shi San themselves.

"Then I shall not refuse." Tang Luo has no intention of declining, walks over, and is about to pick up the fate fragment.

At this moment, a flash of cold light seems to appear out of nowhere, straight for Tang Luo's palm, trying to force him to withdraw his hand.

Completely ignoring the cold light, Tang Luo grabs with his palm.

He seizes both the fate fragment and the cold light at once.

Leaving the fate fragment aside for now, the "cold light" in Tang Luo's hand is a flying dart.

Not the kind used in dart sports, but the common hidden weapon in wuxia dramas—a thrown dart with a black cloth strip at the end.

"Leave the fate fragment."

A muffled voice comes from all directions, impossible to pinpoint the source.

"Dog, finish eating and get to work." Tang Luo looks at the Xiaotian Dog in Qin Menglan's arms.

"Meow." The Xiaotian Dog swallows the hot dog it was holding, turns its head, lifts its paw toward a direction, then puts it down again.

A cat with the demeanor of a great master, extremely arrogant.

The direction indicated by the Heavenly Roaring Dog was not opposite to the direction from which the fleeting cold light attacked, but it was off by at least 90 degrees.

"Where is the person?" Qin Menglan turned toward the direction the Heavenly Roaring Dog pointed, feeling somewhat doubtful.

When did cats become usable as dogs? You can't just call it a dog and treat it as one.

But no matter how you say it, this cat came out of the divine demon game, so it must have something special about it; it shouldn't make a mistake in judgment.

"Meow." The Heavenly Roaring Dog meowed again, struggled a bit, and jumped to the ground.

Other things don't matter, but doubting her tracking ability as a hunting dog is absolutely intolerable.

Just as it landed, the Heavenly Roaring Dog swooshed and vanished without a trace.

Shortly after, some movement came from the direction she had indicated.

In the sparse thicket where it was unlikely to hide someone, a figure appeared.

Dressed entirely in black, looking like a robe yet somewhat like a windbreaker, originally a very flashy outfit, but now it appeared somewhat disheveled.

The hem of the clothing was torn to shreds.

This person wore a white mask on the face, completely covering it, revealing only a pair of eyes.

The Heavenly Roaring Dog ran back again, raising its head beside Qin Menglan's feet—see? This is the hunting dog's ability!

"Damn cat."

The man forced out muttered a curse.

This is his skill, yet it was so easily found by someone—not, by a cat?

"Who are you?" Strong Uncle looked at this head-hiding, tail-showing man and asked.

Qin Menglan seemed to have thought of something, appearing thoughtful.

"Who I am is not important." The man stood straight and said, "What matters is that the Evil King Shi Zhixuan is one of us. You killed him, we won't hold it against you, but you must leave behind the fate fragments."

"Shi Zhixuan?" Several people froze for a moment, then immediately understood.

What this black-clothed masked man said was Thirteen. Thirteen's fate fragment is the Evil King Shi Zhixuan, so he called him the Evil King some knowledge.

But why do I feel somewhat embarrassed?

It feels like when I was a child playing role-playing games, watching good cartoons on TV, during this time I would play with a group of friends, dividing up the roles of cartoon characters.

Sometimes even the way we address each other would change.

After growing up a bit and realizing this was too embarrassing, to be more high-end, I started playing video games.

Now the masked man has returned to his true nature—indeed, men remain boys until death!

"Whoosh!"

Ah Fei said nothing, drew his sword again, indicating his stance.

Where did this masked rat come from to intercept? Acting all righteous and justified—truly, under heaven, nothing is strange!

"You... are the Martial World Legend?"

Qin Menglan's voice sounded somewhat solemn.

"Correct." The masked man admitted.

Strong Uncle and Ah Fei were very puzzled—Martial World Legend, what is that?

This feeling of everyone else understanding while I'm completely clueless—how awful, is there anyone who can come explain?

Too bad here there's only us, no passing bystanders to explain things in detail.

"..." Qin Menglan furrowed her brows.

What is the Martial World Legend? To be honest, I'm not particularly clear, only knowing.

This is an organization, different from the semi-official nature of Approaching Science.

The Martial World Legend is the "mysterious organization" in the Divine Demon Journey.

Just like the mysterious organizations often appearing in wuxia novels—mysterious personnel, mysterious composition, mysterious purpose.

Even for "you know too much" Qin Menglan.

She merely knows of the existence of the Martial World Legend, knows its members should all be fate fragment holders, and that's all.

This is her first time truly facing a member of the Martial World Legend.

"Hand over the fate fragments." The masked man said, "We have no intention of being your enemies, we just want to retrieve the fate fragments."

"Retrieve?" Strong Uncle couldn't take it anymore, "You're just snatching equipment!"

Although he's old, he can still keep up with the times—this is typical equipment-snatching behavior!

"If you insist on understanding it this way, it's not unacceptable." The masked man's tone carried a hint of arrogance—so what?

"It appeared, as expected, the mysterious organization." Tang Luo whispered, nothing unexpected.

Mysterious organizations like that are standard fare in various animations, films, novels, and after-dinner chat topics.

In the real world, there are Freemasons, the Illuminati, the Skull and Bones, relevant departments, otaku's girlfriends, and so on.

The Journey to the West world also has many mysterious organizations, such as the fan club of the great scholar Xuanzang, Xuanzang's support group, etc., very mysterious—Tang Luo hasn't even seen them.

While thinking about past events, Tang Luo tossed the fate fragment into his mouth.

"Hey!"

The masked man's mouth behind the mask opened wide, "What are you doing!"

"I am the lonely gourmet." Tang Luo said, "Just eating a fate fragment—what's there to be surprised about?"

"..."

"..."

Not to mention the masked man, even Qin Menglan and the others were stunned.

Are fate fragments for eating? This is for holding, fusing, and enhancing strength!

"You eat the fate fragments to fuse them?" Qiangshu couldn't help but look at Afly and ask.

"Just touch and hold it, this thing... probably... can't be eaten, right?" Afly's tone was somewhat vague.

Simply holding it in hand can fuse and possess the fate fragment, so eating it might also achieve this, no problem!

But Master Xuanzang himself is a fate fragment holder.

He has never heard of anyone being able to fuse two different fate fragments.

"Spit it out for me!"

The masked man pointed at Tang Luo and roared, his tone very angry.

I've seen shameless people, but never this shameless.

What's the difference between this act of shoving things into one's mouth to proclaim sovereignty and that of an elementary school student?