Chapter 314: Taking the Heaviest Blow

Adwen stepped back without a trace, looking at the combination before him.

Two men in ancient Huaxia attire sat on the sofa; the one with white hair wore clothing somewhat like a monk's robe.

But it was much more elaborate, resembling something that would only appear in a game.

He wore a string of prayer beads on his hand, and a black-footed cat lay on his leg as he reached out to gently stroke the cat's head.

Judging by his appearance, he seemed like a monk.

The other stood behind the sofa, his posture resembling that of a bodyguard, though in appearance—he was the young master protected by the bodyguard.

The moment Adwen clearly saw his face, he was also slightly stunned; the phrase "handsome young master of a turbid world" seemed tailor-made for this person.

"When did they come in……"

"The outside guards, all the precautions and arrangements—why is there no reaction at all?"

A flicker of doubt crossed Adwen's mind.

His manor appeared ordinary, but in reality, it was a true fortress.

To break in would be difficult, let alone silently appear in the hall and sit on the sofa.

Adwen could not even tell when the other had appeared……

From the moment he picked up his phone to call Bloody Mary, to turning and putting it down—had the other already sat on the sofa?

And how much of his conversation with Bloody Mary had these people heard?

Moreover, who was this person……

In an instant, Adwen thought of many things, but his surface showed no abnormality, except for the earlier instinctive act of smashing his phone at Tang Luo, which made him seem somewhat flustered.

Adwen quickly regained his composure, at least on the surface.

He picked up the towel hanging nearby, wiped the sweat from his face and body, then took up the shirt from beside him, put it on, and sat down facing Tang Luo.

Between them lay an extremely luxurious tea table.

"Sorry, Master Xuanzang has come from afar, and I failed to welcome him properly." Adwen poured Tang Luo a cup of warm black tea, and also poured one for himself.

He had already identified Tang Luo's identity through his obvious traits.

The rising star of the Martial God Myth over the past half year or so, with the fate of "Tang Monk Tang Xuanzang," possessing extraordinary strength—at least Tier Three, equivalent to a humanoid tank.

Compared to his strength, what drew more attention was his Enlightenment skill.

Its healing effect far surpassed the only non-worthless aspect of his worthless father.

"I know I was rude." Tang Luo lifted the red tea, took a sip, and said, "Then kneel down and apologize."

Adwen's motion toward the red tea paused slightly, then he smiled: "Master Xuanzang, your temper seems not so good."

The signal had already been sent; what he needed to do now, under normal circumstances, was to delay time.

Since the other showed no intention to attack, this was a good omen—willing to listen to him, Adwen had information to buy time until rescue arrived.

Though this "Tang Monk" appeared willing to chat, his attitude was awful and terrible.

He feared he would soon suffer considerable verbal humiliation; Adwen told himself inwardly: "Endure, there will be a chance for revenge later."

"Let's beat him up first." Tang Luo ignored Adwen's words, turned his head, and said to Ao Yulie.

"Oh? Okay." Ao Yulie blinked, not expecting to actually do what the senior brother usually does.

He felt somewhat excited.

"Master Xuanzang——" Adwen sprang to his feet, words not yet out, when a fist kept enlarging before his eyes.

Fortunately, Adwen was not completely powerless; he raised his right hand, fingers spread, blocking the fist before his face—thinking he had blocked it.

The force from the fist, Adwen could not withstand at all; the back of his hand violently struck his cheek.

His body knocked over the sofa behind him, Adwen rolled across the spacious hall, finally slamming into the wall.

Adwen stood up, his right cheek swollen, yet he wore a cold smile: "Truly a barbarian."

As he walked over, he said: "I thought the greatest difference between humans and animals was that humans communicate, maximize mutual benefit through communication, and achieve win-win."

One hand wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, Adwen shook his head: "I didn't expect——"

Before he could finish speaking, Adwen lowered his body.

It was not Ao Yulie performing a sweeping leg kick; rather, the floor beneath Adwen's feet suddenly opened, forming a passage wide enough for him to slide down.

Adwen instantly fell into the smooth passage beneath his feet.

The floor above also snapped shut instantly, appearing as ordinary flooring, but actually made of special material.

Even if an RPG were fired at it, it could not be blown open.

Of course, Adwen did not believe he could hold off Tang Xuanzang and his companions for long—probably not even two minutes.

But it didn't matter.

He only needed three seconds to slide into the manor's underground space.

Originally just a cellar, Adwen had bought it and renovated it into a sturdy, movable, reconfigurable underground labyrinth.

Not large, but due to its mobility, it was extremely complex.

He only needed half a minute to exit the labyrinth through another exit and escape the manor.

It appeared he wanted to chat with Tang Luo to buy time, waiting for rescue—this was likely also what the other side thought.

But in reality, Adwen had long prepared to escape.

Since the other could silently infiltrate—whether just two people or a group working together—Adwen clearly knew he would not be their match.

He himself was not a martial combatant's fate fragment.

Adwen's fate was Professor James Moriarty, granting him superhigh intelligence, near-hypnotic eloquence—just a few sentences could drag the opponent into his rhythm and familiar domain.

However, as a "scholar," he clearly knew he had probably encountered "soldiers" today and definitely needed to run.

Not running would mean tragedy.

Before Adwen could move a few meters, and without having planned in his mind a route out of the labyrinth faster than prearranged.

A piercing, teeth-aching tearing and grinding sound came from overhead.

A hand seized Edvin's still-sliding head and flung it upward.

Edvin's body slammed into the ceiling, then dropped to the floor.

This time there was no underground hole opening to give him an escape route.

Ao Yulie walked up to Edvin sprawled on the ground: "Where do you think you can run to?"

Edvin didn't speak, seeming to have already passed out from the impact; after a good while he slowly climbed up, looked at Ao Yulie, and said: "Must we do it this way? Can't we sit down and talk properly? I distinctly remember saying so, right? Only beasts would——"

This time, Edvin's words were again left unfinished, and likewise it wasn't Ao Yulie who interrupted.

What cut him off was a deafening gunshot.

As Edvin spoke, he suddenly raised his hand, a rather antiquated sawed-off double-barreled shotgun appearing in his grip, aimed at Ao Yulie's head and pulled the trigger.

This was equipment, and it was using an attached skill — Burst Strike.

Its power was enough to easily pierce a ten-centimeter-thick steel plate.

Ao Yulie's head tilted back slightly, then returned to a normal standing posture; he was smiling, revealing two rows of white teeth.

Between his teeth, he was biting two bullets.

Opening his mouth and spitting out the bullets, Ao Yulie said: "Any more equipment? Bring it all out and show off?"

As he spoke, without waiting for Edvin to answer, he slapped a palm across.

What followed was a one-sided beating.

Edvin's combat strength was indeed not strong; Ao Yulie could hoist him up and pummel him with one hand, and even if he used skills or equipment it was no exception.

The current scene could only be described in one sentence.

The most "posturing" pose, taking the most vicious beating!

However pretentious Edvin's posturing was just now, that's how ruthless the beating he's taking now.

Ao Yulie beat Edvin for a full ten minutes, forcing out a full four pieces of equipment from him, including that shotgun.

A shotgun, a dagger capable of short-range spatial blink movement, a small round shield that can reflect attacks.

And a short magic staff of unknown purpose, probably capable of casting some magic spells, which Ao Yulie snatched away the moment it was produced.

Truth be told, Edvin himself is a God-Demon Walker who can't even reach Tier 2.

But with these weapons, in combat he could even threaten an ordinary Tier 3 God-Demon Walker.

After all, God-Demon Walkers follow a high-offense low-defense path; they can cause massive destruction, but are also relatively easy to kill.

The undying mad beast Tang Luo encountered in the sixth mission, which could survive without a head — that kind of tenacious vitality belongs to the minority.

Even Kongming, if vitals like head or heart suffer severe damage, will die; at most they can hold out a bit longer than ordinary people.

Even in a frontal fight, Edvin's strength plus his equipment usage would still make him a formidable opponent.

Too bad, what he ran into was an Eight-Part Heavenly Dragon Horse; even in a "Salty Dragon" state, it's far beyond what Edvin can match.

Collecting all this equipment, not the "stow" provided by the God-Demon Game, but Ao Yulie's own method similar to mustard-seed-containing-Sumeru.

There is zero retrieval wind-up time.

Bending down, he grabbed the now-unrecognizable Edvin, hauled him up, and threw him before Tang Luo to kneel properly.

"Speak. Where is Bloody Mary?" Tang Luo set down his slowly finished teacup, looked at Edvin, and said.

Ao Yulie's strikes were measured; right now Edvin can still talk, just with slightly slurred speech.

But it doesn't hinder communication.

"You..." Edvin's opening was extremely difficult.

In his eyes, nothing but resentment and fear.

His wisdom, his pride, were shattered beneath these two people's — or rather, one person's utterly unreasonable fists and strength.

"Aaaaaah!"

The words that should have been spoken turned into incomparably miserable shrieks; Edvin broke down.

It shouldn't be, there's no reason!

Bian Que's death could be said to be within Edvin's expectations; he had long prepared for the other side following that trail, leaving all sorts of traps.

In Edvin's plan, the Wulin Mythology people following the clues would need at least seven days before there was a certain possibility of them appearing before him in a wretched, harried posture — or rather, him appearing before those Wulin Mythology people's eyes.

He would appear in a victor's posture, harvest the fruits, and thereby rise rapidly in the Gods Alliance — that's how it should be.

Why, why could they appear before him in just a few hours?

Why can't we sit down and talk properly?

Edvin's shrieks turned into wailing sobs.