Chapter 543: Chapter 40 Raiders (Part 2)
“Ah…sorry for making you laugh.”
The wine glass sparkled with light and fire, while the floor-to-ceiling windows resounded with explosions.
Three minutes ago, a small typhoon struck the Fierce Wing District, and now a localized earthquake had hit the central district. Meanwhile, the most intense battle raged in the Fixed Wing District, which Budman and Qin Qianbai had entered just five seconds ago.
Hadrian sipped his fruit wine and lit the lamps inside the house.
“The residents of this city are full of energy. They like to resort to action at the slightest disagreement.”
“After all, they’re young and full of passion,” the guest laughed.
“It’s quite dangerous~” the Rainbow Winged Lord put down his wine glass, “These youngsters aren’t that old, but they are certainly not lacking in skill. I’m just worried that if something unforeseen happens, you might not be able to escape in time.”
The guest remained as steady as Mount Tai, unflinching.
“It doesn’t matter. In a duel of martial artists, everyone is responsible for their own life or death.”
Darkus, a flat-headed ranger, woke up from his dizziness. He had participated in the first wave of attacks against Gongsun Ce, and even now that he had regained consciousness, he had no strength left. Anxious, Darkus grabbed the trouser leg of a companion: “Ah Huang, how’s the battle going? What about the boss and second brother?”
“I don’t know.” Huang Qi spoke as if in a trance, “The boss seems to have gone to the central district. Second brother, second brother in … my god … what is this …”
Darkus nearly choked with anger, he barely sat up and cursed, “You motherfucker—”
He saw the scene ahead and his face instantly mirrored Huang Qi’s expression.
He saw lightning, odd-colored lightning. Azure and pure white phantoms darted over the tops of skyscrapers, weaving through the alleyways, engaging in combat beside the towering buildings that were unreachable for the common folk!
They could hardly see the details of the blows being exchanged, and the bystanders couldn’t even determine the direction of the fight. Who made which move? Who hit whom to where? It was not visible, not distinguishable, not guessable. Only the howling winds and the shattered building facades served as hard evidence that the battle was fiercely real, marked by those two individuals’ mere exchange of offense and defense!
Even the boldest of spectators didn’t dare approach that catastrophic battlefield. Even if they avoided Budman’s Annihilation Cannon, just a whirl of bricks and tiles was lethal enough to be deadly. The area was gradually failing to hold up, so the two streaks of lightning leapt up into the air, their dazzling trails like tangled threads, impossible to trace, turning even the sky into their battlefield!
Darkus heard a newcomer mutter beside him, “This is terrifying…”
Yes, it was terrifying. He agreed with the newcomer’s comment, fully understanding the sentiment. Even though one of the combatants was his leader, Darkus couldn’t lie to himself.
Both sides were excessively terrifying; the brutal plunderers were monsters, and the unknown enemy who had tangled with him till now was also a monster!
It was a battlefield for calamities; the small characters had no right even to spectate!
The downward elbow strike was deflected by a side hand chop. The move changed to a direct punch aimed at the face.
Dodged—the opponent pointed their fingers like a spear, viciously piercing the throat, blue blood dripped on that expressionless face.
Seizing the opportunity, she performed an armlock on her right arm. Rashamon’s forearm was dislocated, about to fracture in a moment.
But her reaction was quick too; she counterattacked with her long sword, a hit from which would probably sever the right leg directly. Reluctantly letting go, both parties clashed in midair, flung in opposite directions.
How many buildings had been destroyed? He couldn’t remember. The timing of firing the Annihilation Cannon was even a moment too slow for her, making it hard to create a lethal situation. It could only be used as a distraction; the outcome still depended on hand-to-hand combat.
There he was. Standing out there. His throat had healed in just a few breaths, Rashamon’s dislocated arm was easily reattached too. Everyone was covered in dust, all fucking exhausted… utterly fucking weak…
But the impulse in their hearts couldn’t be stopped.
“Ha ha ha… Damn, why do I start laughing! Can’t laugh, shouldn’t laugh, ah ha ha ha!!”
Rashamon remained expressionless; she let her sword dissipate.
“You seem happy, Budman Avis.”
The plunderer covered his face, laughing crazily.
“Ha ha ha ha! I have to say sorry to my boss, it’s such a moment, but I can’t help but laugh, ha ha ha! Amazing, really amazing, you!”
“The hero of the heavens is too strong; there’s no chance of winning against him. It’s been a very, very long time since I’ve fought with all my strength! I originally thought it was unfortunate not to have a real fight with the joker… but damn, you’re also incredibly strong!!”
Qin Qianbai stared at this evil, frenzied man, understanding his opponent’s feelings for the first time.
The challengers on the ring were no longer her match, and her relatives in her clan were also lagging behind her in the way of martial arts. It had been a long while since she had immersed herself fully in a battle.
It had been a long time since she had fought seriously.
“Is that so? I feel the same.”
Yes. This man was despicable, shameless, without a single redeeming quality visible on him. He was the embodiment of darkness, a concentration of negative traits, an opponent that must be defeated.
His intricate martial arts, brutally modified for maximum lethality, and his superpower-enhanced body could even stand up to her in direct combat, the threat of Annihilation Cannon so great that a slight misstep could leave her without a corpse. Fighting against him was almost like dancing on the blade of a knife, which was exactly why…