[Zuo Feixian intends to make a Pro-Investment for me.]
[Zuo Feixian invested 1000N in me.]
Professor Chen felt his brain instantly short-circuit.
Xiao Liu beside him opened his mouth in a perfect –O– shape, nearly crying out. Stuttering, he gasped to Shiu Siuchuan, –You actually… have such a long life.–
–Hmph.–
–Saved for survival.–
The two said no more; ordinary weapons in their hands blazed with dazzling golden radiance as they charged into the scattered and fleeing members of the Wasteland Convoy’s Cargo Crew.
Shi Shuangbing, mid-raid at half distance, was stunned to see the phantom of a monstrous figure resembling an azure dragon weaving through the crowd, each twist and stir clawing blurry human-shaped silhouettes out of their bodies!
–Ahhh, what’s that?!–
–Ghost—ghost spit! It’s a demon devouring souls!–
The Convoy’s Cargo Crew, just rushing forward in panic-backwards step to turn and abandon the front! fly? Dreading fight them
Yet before retreat sped up steps forward. Only a larger phantom collided like a car blow wind catching all in path. Touch done vanish bodies themselves entirely this time—except for a few Cargo Crew Leaders whose Chronos Points.
–What the hell is that too?!–
–Run! It’s man-eating savage wind.–
Weapon wreathed in a red phantom, Robin Lo pierced his blade through another body caked with dense sheen gold hale skin.
–Vice team lead! Ah, didn’t the vice team lead obtain a secret technique? Yet he was slain with a single sword strike!–
Robin Lo sneered. He withdrew his sword in one swift motion and quickly gave chase to the two men. Dispatching them with a single thrust each but receiving no Chronos feedback, he bellowed in rage, –Whoever hands over a thousand Chronos will be spared!–
–Help!– Seeing the pudgy man’s long sword slashing down, one man tumbled onto the withered grass, clutching his head with both hands, shivering and pleading, –I’ll give you everything! Take it all… I only have over seven hundred years. I’ll hand it all over!–
–Hmph, smart enough. Come on, then.–
[I am the anonymous user Invest1R.]
[The anonymous user awarded me a super dividend of 762N.]
–Get lost. If I ever catch you hanging around the deserted crew again, it’ll be the day you die.–
With a kick to the thigh of that man, he scampered away as if pardoned, scrambling desperately with both hands into the distance. Suddenly, a flash of a blade gleamed, and the man was cleaved, his head separated from his body.
Shi Shuangbing gave a cold glare as he retrieved his black curved blade. Once brimming with confidence, he was now seething with rage inside. Though the weapon in his hand still glowed crimson, little fighting spirit remained in his heart.
Robin Lo let out a cold laugh and charged toward him at a rapid sprint. Shi Shuangbing immediately turned and fled.
Ning Yang and the others stood in shock, watching the slaughter erupt behind them—it was no different from a tiger descending upon a flock of sheep.
A few dozen meters away, the young man walking in an ordinary workman’s jacket now seemed like a deity with every step falling squarely on his heart.
[Third squad, fall back! Let’s get out of here!]
Shi Shuangbing called out inwardly to his comrades who had been pooling their resources within the team.
He turned his head to look at Zhao Qi’s Cargo Crew, which had already nearly scattered in disarray, and said, pointing to the bound men on the truck bed, –Kill them, then you come with me.–
Shi Shuangbing had absolutely no intention of going head-to-head with Robin Lo.
–What?– Niu Wa and the others cried out in shock.
Hearing the shout, the man wielding the long blade fighting against Song Peng’s lord sent a strike at his opponent, forcing him back, then spun around and ran over.
Confronted by the man shouldering the fiery red long saber, Ning Yang and his men trembled from head to toe in sheer terror. At this moment, he could no longer reach Jiazi Term, who was deep in a Syn-Link with his own team.
Suddenly, a streak of fractals shot through the air.
[Jiazi Term wants to conduct a Pro-Invest for me.]
–Brother, save me!– he screamed.
[Jiazi Term invests 7000N for me.]
{Leave that side to you. Go and fight.}
Ning Yang felt as if his entire body was blazing from head to toe, inside and out, in a sweeping conflagration.
–Hyaaah!–
He yanked hard, and the rope infused with Chronos that bound his hands snapped with a loud crack.
[I canceled out 150N.]
Before the man charging with the long blade could get close, Ning Yang suddenly leaped up, letting out a savage roar as he pounced forward!
The triangular mark on his chest spread open, and crimson phantoms emerged around his fists.
–How could you…–
–You filthy bastard, I’ve been putting up with you for too long!–
[I canceled out 1000N.]
Thud, thud! The two instantly tumbled to the ground, and Ning Yang, straddling him, punched the wrist holding the sword. Caught off guard, the man let out a miserable shriek that tore through the night sky. Ning Yang viciously snatched this Chronos weapon away and slashed it down onto his head.
[I canceled out 2025N.]
–Acting tough, huh? You think you can screw me over?!–
To become the master of a shed in this world required a vicious edge, and his actions were relentless.
Thump, thump, thump!
Like chopping meat, several strikes landed in quick succession until one finally drew blood. The shouts and pleas for mercy instantly fell silent.
[I canceled out 1678.2N.]
Ning Yang, his face splattered with blood, stood up panting heavily. A final stab to his abdomen by the man’s hand was barely canceled out thanks to enough Chronos.
He looked around; the nearby people had long since fled. This was a battle between two individuals emitting red Chronos phantoms—whoever touched them would die.
Ning Yang stood up and redirected the Chronos from the circlet on his chest toward the several followers who had come out with him.
In just a few seconds, the bait fish turned around and bit the angler to death. Shi Shuangbing, fleeing mid-flight, felt a chill deep in his bones—truly living up to the meaning of his name.
–Run! We’re done for tonight!–
He suddenly jerked his mount around and led the few companions beside him to continue escaping into the distance.
Robin Lo, who had been chasing him, had already shifted targets elsewhere, charging at anyone radiating a golden Chronos aura to rob them.
Yang Zicang had long noticed the crimson glow radiating from him from a distance. Seeing him about to flee, he held no intention of letting that happen. Amid the chaotic crowd, his silhouette darted like a martial arts master weaving through the confusion.
Swish!
Paleshade Wyrm cut through the figures of six or seven men, charging straight at him.
–What a psychic fiend!–
Shi Shuangbing swung his blade, delivering a slash that simply slid through Paleshade Wyrm’s body.
–Aah!–
It hadn’t targeted him at all. In a matter of seconds, the psychic fiend seized the consciousness of his guys flanking him—snatching out their mental constructs, tearing them to shreds, and absorbing their energy into itself.
Compared to when it first arrived in the human world, the Paleshade Wyrm was now devouring at an increasingly rapid pace.
The monster turned around, its massive head opening its enormous maw, aiming directly at Shi Shuangbing’s head.
The creature beneath him was already dead; trembling, he crawled up from the ground and stared at the youth approaching like a grim reaper just a few steps away.
–You… who the hell are you!–
–I am Jiazi Term.–
Shi Shuangbing’s mind went blank.
Jiazi Term—that new master engine Forger who had still been in the Carefree Trade Zone just that afternoon—how could he be here!
Seeing that the monster hadn’t devoured him instantly, a glimmer of hope stirred in Shi Shuangbing’s despair-ridden heart.
–Why did you come here?–
His gaze fell toward the noisy fringe, where Song Penglord and his group were restraining the frantic mob of the Desolate Cart Mega Cargo Crew, who were desperate to flee.
Both escape routes were cut off, forcing them to bolt in the other two directions—truly, a rout couldn’t be more like this.
Shi Shuangbing’s lips were dry as he said, –Are you here for this settlement? Is that Penglord your friend?–
If he had known that this Quad Penglord had a friend like this, he would never have chosen this place as his target.
Yang Zicang gave a soft laugh: –No, I don’t know him.–
–How is that possible? Then why did you rush here?–
–Ning Penglord said to come pick him up, so I came.–
Ning Penglord… Shi Shuangbing’s mind turned over several times before he recalled who Ning Penglord was.
His face was full of stunned disbelief.
It was actually Zhao Qi—that little bait-taking fish?
Instantly, he felt as if countless ants were crawling all over his skin. The man subconsciously turned his head to look at where Zhao Qi’s Cargo Crew had been, but the people there had long since scattered in escape. Meanwhile, the unbound Ning Yang and his party were furiously hunting down members of the Famine Caisson Cargo Crew.
All this, just for these few small fish!
For these few worthless little minnows that couldn’t yield much oil!
At this moment, Shi Shuangbing wished he could tear Zhao Qi limb from limb. He had already been clearly told earlier that today’s hunt was for QuadMoxel. That bastard, just because he happened upon some broken well on the road, had invited this colossal disaster!
–Zhao Qi!–
Shi Shuangbing was raging with fury, yet at this point, even the chance to take it out on Zhao Qi was gone—because the man was already dead.
[Quick, someone Inter V Invest me three thousand five—hurry and Inter V Invest me three thousand five! Just three thousand five hundred years!]
Though his face wore an expression of grief, within his mind, Shi Shuangbing was frantically seizing this opportunity. He kept reaching out to those he knew for help, his only goal to scrape together enough Chronos to disappear instantly.
Song Penglord’s dozens of men, the several members like Ning Penglord who had obtained high Chronos Investments, and the group before him—boasting two powerful psychic-type Nightmares and several high-Chronos combatants—had thoroughly doomed this wasteland Grand Cargo Crew.
The mental transmission buzzed with noise, yet not a single person offered him even a second’s worth of Chronos.
–Done asking? Now it’s my turn to question you.–
–Wh—what do you want to ask?–
–Who is your leader, where is your headquarters, and do you possess any special abilities—or Nightmares?–
The terror-inducing monster coiled like a python around Shi Shuangbing’s body, rendering him stiff and paralyzed with fear, unable to dare a move.
–O—our leader calls himself the Master of Wasteland Wheels. Our headquarters is at…–
The Moxel on his chest pulsed with light. His arm suddenly whipped up, sending a blade of light arcing across several steps toward Yang Zicang.
–So you’ve learned a secret technique after all.–
Yang Zicang instantly returned all of his Chronos to Morris. The Paleshade Wyrm chomped down on his psychic form, hoisting it with a yank and tearing it out.
The blade’s ray grazed past the young man’s right side, slashing the ground and bursting clouds of dust—drawing sighs of disappointments from nearby bandits watching the scene.
–Just a little more and we could have struck that demon.– The crowd thought in despair, then hastened their steps toward the edge of the battlefield.
Shi Shuangbing’s psychic form was dangled from the mouth of the Paleshade Wyrm.
{A fearsome person…}
{I won’t make it out alive.}
–Where is your headquarters?–
{In… the waste-carriage…}
The psychic form’s words grew more and more incoherent.
Yang Zicang gazed into the distance. The man, who had once held a iron hammer while glaring at him with indifference, was now riding a beast and fleeing swiftly. Upon seeing the Paleshade Wyrm appear, he knew he had encountered a monster he could not openly oppose.
–Boss, this is actually a psychic-powered Quad!–
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