Chapter 571: In the Midst of Lighthearted Banter, the Outcome Is Settled

"Sssss!"

A sharp hissing sound rose from deep within the cave.

Both Black Eye and Red Eye heard the sound, froze, and turned their heads toward the cave's depths almost simultaneously, their expressions darkening.

"This doesn't feel right... Black Eye, how's your stamina recovered so far?"

"Sister! Or should I ask you—can you still muster enough strength to escape this dangerous species' nest?"

Red Eye fell silent for a long while, then smiled bitterly, "I'm afraid I can't. Not only have I exhausted my stamina to the limit, but even if I were at peak condition, the underground nest is too vast... I don't know the way."

Before entering the underground nest, she had never considered this problem.

Who could have imagined that the underground nest would be as vast as an underground city, sprawling and interconnected?

"Then! Let's fight with the resolve to die!"

Black Eye's voice held no trace of emotion.

She had long since placed life and death beyond concern, swallowing vast quantities of forbidden drugs—even if she didn't die on the battlefield, she wouldn't live much longer.

A sharp screech rang out as the body of Dead Eight Rooms was torn apart.

Then, a mutated alien, over ten meters long, grotesquely monstrous and resembling a tyrannosaur, appeared before them.

"Interesting! Besides the forces they carried with them, those Reincarnators must have hidden some top-tier powerful aliens in West District—it's understandable!"

"After all, no one reveals all their cards in one instant."

They probably never imagined they'd be wiped out so cleanly.

Which is why these... cards were never even revealed!"

Red Eye and Black Eye were startled by the voice.

They nearly thought they'd misheard—inside this terrifying underground nest, besides... themselves, could there really be anyone else? Suddenly, terrifying lightning surged up from the ends of the labyrinthine tunnels.

It shot out in all directions instantly.

Hundreds of grotesque aliens that had surrounded Red Eye and Black Eye were pierced through in an instant by the lightning.

They collapsed to the ground, moaning, twitching sporadically.

Corrosive blood oozed out, eating into the earth.

Endless lightning converged, and Su Han's figure appeared above the giant alien, a faint smile on his lips, his left fist clenched and held horizontally against his chest.

As if muttering to himself, or asking a question.

"Have you ever endured the impact of lightning, Alien?"

His hand blazed with searing lightning, like a nuclear reactor overloaded and exploding; Su Han gripped the lightning and swung it down like a sledgehammer, smashing it onto the mutated alien's skull.

"Aaaagh!"

A piercing scream tore through the air as the alien's head crashed with a boom into the earth, entirely swallowed by the ground.

Only its body remained exposed, twitching occasionally.

Su Han stepped his foot onto the ground, gently withdrew his hand from atop the alien's head.

Brilliant lightning flared; Su Han underwent elemental transformation, flicked his wrist lightly, and flung all the... highly corrosive blood away, where it splattered onto the earth with sizzling sounds.

"Ladies, do you need my help?"

Su Han turned his head and saw Red Eye and Black Eye, smiling faintly.

Red Eye: "..."

Black Eye: "..."

The two sisters wore expressions of utter bewilderment, unsure what to say.

From his appearance to his conclusion, Su Han had taken only a few breaths, yet displayed overwhelming power, crushing every dangerous species.

This power left them both in a daze.

Were they from the Revolutionary Army? Or the Empire? Both minds flashed the same thought simultaneously.

Hearing their thoughts with Kenbunshoku Haki, Su Han paused, then smiled slightly: "I'm not from the Empire! Nor the Revolutionary Army!"

"But if some time passes... perhaps, the Revolutionary Army will be mine."

Su Han thought of Monkey D. Luffy.

With Dragon's strength and cunning, once he found the Revolutionary Army,

Making them switch flags outright wouldn't be a problem at all.

Su Han firmly believed that Dragon, upholding a brand-new ideology, was the true, most suitable revolutionary for this world, for the people.

If he spread his ideology, he could easily rally the Revolutionary Army.

"... The Revolutionary Army is yours?"

Black Eye's expression turned grave, edged with lethal intent, her grip tightening on her blade.

"That means you're the mastermind behind overthrowing the Empire—you're the true killer who made my sister... truly leave me."

Red Eye now stared at Su Han with a strange, uncertain gaze, unsure how to respond.

Yet, Red Eye still harbored one lingering doubt.

They said nothing, but Su Han knew their question—combined with the earlier lightning power... was this some kind of Imperial Artifact ability? Or could one control two Imperial Artifacts? That was impossible. "Overthrow the Empire? I have no such intention!"

Su Han chuckled softly, his gaze calm, "I'm merely a man trying to stop the end of the world."

The two sisters fell silent.

In the past, hearing Su Han say this, they'd have dismissed it as a joke.

But the overwhelming power he'd just displayed had terrified them—such a terrifyingly powerful expert wouldn't speak without reason.

Add to that the danger of the aliens, and Su Han's words became understandable.

Red Eye sighed softly, "Perhaps... it really is the end of the world."

"You two! One of you has exhausted your stamina to the limit.

There was another whose body had weakened to the extreme, and under the erosion of drugs, could die at any moment.

All around, silent and still.

Too quiet to be terrifying.

But Su Han remained calm, raising an eyebrow, and continued conversing with both, "Don't you consider what kind of life you'll lead in the future?"

In complete silence, grotesques surged toward Su Han from all directions, each lethal strike aimed at his vital points.

In utter stillness, they revealed their true nature of slaughter.

These were the true grotesques.

The grotesque that had roared openly before—that was the fake grotesque! Of course, though it was a fake grotesque, its philosophy of unmatched assassination probably appealed greatly to some King Ha, Su Han mused.

Sudden darkness erupted from Su Han's body, spreading like black shadows.

Every grotesque that touched the shadow was silently dragged down, as if sinking into a quagmire.

Silent death.

Dark acupoints, devouring all.

The assassin sisters watched Su Han chat casually while effortlessly slaying grotesques.

Amid laughter and light talk, he settled the outcome.

This stood in stark contrast to their earlier desperate battle here; for a moment, they were all shaken, unable to speak.

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