Zhao Yun and the Folded-Line Skeleton had already clashed for several rounds, locked in a deadlock.
–It’s like a dog facing a turtle shell—no way to bite through.-
Watching their back-and-forth duel, Yang Zicang found himself gradually awed by Zhao Yun’s combat skills. This guy was definitely a trained professional; his spear danced like a swimming dragon, far surpassing his own technique.
The satellite attack was powerful, but the skeleton always managed to overlap with its target in time, rendering the strike futile. The light fell upon this Moon Angel, doing nothing more than illuminating it with a more ethereal beauty, wrapping the figure from head to toe in a radiant skeleton armor.
Zhao Yun, meanwhile, used his exquisite spear techniques to block every attack, protecting Lü Bu flawlessly without a single gap.
Suddenly, the light skeleton’s form burst with radiance as it shielded Cheng Yunze from a satellite strike, then lunged forward once more.
Yang Zicang’s eyes snapped open.
A thin black sword, rippling with wavelike energy, whistled out from within the skeleton’s body!
Sensing the blade hurtling toward him, Zhao Yun reacted swiftly, raising his right arm—which erupted with crimson phantom flames—to parry the thrust.
[Offset failure 50N.]
Pfft! Blood sprayed.
The sword shadow flickered instantly; in less than a second, the blade slashed several times. Zhao Yun’s right arm fell to the ground with a thud!
[Offset failure 50N!]
Was the outcome already decided?
All the countless people witnessing this through the super funding from members of the Four Phases Heavenly Group thought the same in their hearts.
–You two have already lost,- Cheng Yunze said.
–Lost?- Lü Bu, without moving a step, let out a disdainful laugh.
In an instant, Zhao Yun’s entire aura suddenly turned oppressive, as if something was about to awaken.
–Actually, Yang Zicang is our real opponent.- Cheng Yunze strolled forward two steps and said, –Why should we be fighting here?-
Lü Bu stared at the radiant skeleton that stood motionless.
–Just a mere Yang Zicang—is he worth you staying your hand?-
–Out of the cores needed to apply for the Demon Elite Arena, six were brought from Yang Zicang in City No. 11 by a newcomer from our city, using a thousand-person level wish talisman. I’ve said my piece.-
So this was the reason Cheng Yunze hadn’t seized the chance to finish them off, countless people realized. He would rather let go of this seemingly golden opportunity to slay a strong enemy than leave Yang Zicang without a formidable opponent.
The calm, unreadable look in Lü Bu’s eyes finally flickered with a strange light.
Yang Zicang suddenly understood. He finally figured out how Hong Haocheng had escaped — it was by using a wish talisman. And a thousand-person level one at that.
So, the thousand-person level doesn’t need to be activated in front of a bloodline statue or resonance statue?
……
In Silver White City No. 23.
Everyone was in an uproar.
Some found it hard to believe, others were ecstatic—the six cores applied to the Magic Elite Hall all came from a newcomer in this city, obtained from Yang Zicang!
Countless Red Moxel members who had already risen early suddenly connected this news to the youthful face that had flashed like a meteor on the isolated island months ago.
He shone like a sun, igniting everyone’s glory.
And only now did they realize that this man had accomplished such an incredible feat in the 11th city—snatching six whole cores from a rising powerhouse who had participated in the –God War-!
Countless red lines rippled like waves through the city.
In a clean, abandoned house, Hong Haocheng watched the light on his chest flicker on and off, off and on…
Beside him, Cui Rong stirred the fire idly. Of the three, only Cui Rong hadn’t taken the Magic Elite assessment. To him, getting in and snatching some rewards would be nice, but if not, survival was paramount.
–Boss, is that Yang Zicang really that terrifying? Even Cheng Yunze is so wary of him?-
Hong Haocheng, unusually, didn’t answer him, seemingly immersed in the information.
{How I wish I could bring my family back to life, but I don’t have the strength to bring them here…}
{All those White Moxel guys must have entered the Magic Elite Hall by now.}
{How many of us Red Moxel are inside? I only saw two or three people…}
{Everyone else is outside.}
{That powerhouse who seized the core in City 11 must be inside the Demon Hero Hall, right? I wonder if he’s with Cheng Yunze…}
Cui Rong sighed, stoked the fire once more, then suddenly looked up at Cheng Yunze’s ever-changing expression.
–Brother Hong, what’s wrong?-
{If only that person were here.}
–I…- Hong Haocheng’s hands clenched and unclenched in empty grasps.
{Who would care about a bunch of worthless deadweights…}
After several empty grasps, Hong Haocheng suddenly clenched his fists, widened the adorable eyes that Xufei loved most, and roared:
–You have nothing, but you have me!-
A triangular pattern suddenly radiated outward from his chest.
–I, Hong Haocheng, am the one you’re looking for!-
He raised his hand to the side, and the Odd-Even Sword whistled off the ground into the youth’s grasp. Hong Haocheng held the sword and walked toward the door, a faint ochre ring glowing in his pupils. He turned to look at Cui Rong.
–The Demon Hero Hall needs me. Don’t cook lunch for me.-
Swish! The figure that had twisted the door open instantly covered over a dozen meters, like a nimble leopard springing off broken stone steps, abandoned road signs in the grass, and weathered concrete pillars, charging toward the building in the distance that radiated overwhelming demonic might.
{Those who are willing to come in, follow me!}
All the Red Moxel individuals within tens of miles, astonished, sensed through this Syn-Link the image of a youth as brash as a hotheaded rookie.
The crimson sun rose slowly at the horizon.
A red zigzag line spread outward from the Magic Hero–class Arena in the city.
{Fellow red Moxels, he is the one who chose to refuse joining our Four Phases Heavenly Team for your benefit. He is Hong Haocheng.}
Seeing him burst forth with such speed in an instant, everyone still on the sidelines was stunned.
–Is it really him?–
–It’s really him!–
{He’s one of us. What’s his red name?}
{Whatever his name is—he dares to venture deep into the lonely island, enter City 11 to snatch goods from the Subway Crew, and refuse the Four Phases Heavenly Team’s invitation! He’s our boss!}
{Brothers, stop sleeping! Get up and cheer for Haocheng!}
{Charge!}
{To the Magic Hero Hall!}
……
Yang Zicang, eyes closed, sensing the –Prologue of Death,– slowly opened his eyes.
The morning air drifted and spread across the wasteland; the phantom of the Magic Hero Hall flickered left and right. The only constant was the figure seated cross‑legged inside and the cold morning light that filled both places at once.
The shifting scene came to a halt.
Before him stood a slightly illusory back—so familiar.
The man wore a well‑tailored black linen wool coat, his hair medium‑length and slightly curly, his shoulders broad and stocky. Beneath classic trousers were a pair of polished brown leather shoes.
Yang Zicang slowly rose to his feet.
–Why are you here?–
He looked at the figure who was even a bit taller than himself. These hands had once held his arm, telling him not to fall; had handed him a statue, telling him that in this world, they were a team; and had also, within the spiritual sea left by the saint, spent a long time together, aiding the primitive society to foster a newborn civilization, leaving behind a martial arts school that had been passed down for a thousand years.
–Mo… ri…–
Yang Zicang’s eyes were bloodshot and bulging. This time, the death prelude he sensed belonged to Morri!
–Why did you come here!–
Mr. Grey Crow’s words still echoed in his ears—the more closely related a person is to you, the easier it is for you to sense them.
He shouted hysterically:
–Get back! Why wade into this mess!–
—-Julia, I finally found you.–
Morri tightened his newsboy cap, pulled up his scarf, and stepped into the surging crowd in front of the Magic Hero Hall, drifting with the flow toward the entrance.
The perspective of the Magic Hero Hall slowly drew near.
Yang Zicang followed Morri’s silhouette, watching helplessly as he stepped into the corridor of the Magic Hero Hall.
—{You have stepped into the Looking Back Magic Corridor.}
Before the curved corridor, Morri glanced back at the sun behind him, then turned forward, pulling down his cap brim, and walked toward a water-curtain door that had opened before a Magic Tooth room.
Lost Illusion Company, Main Meeting Hall of the Magic Hero Hall Special Action Group.
Boboli got up and rushed frantically out of the conference room door, charging toward Huan Bao’er’s office.
–Without the statue, I can’t kick out the team member…-
Yang Zicang wanted to remove Morri from the team, but the statue wasn’t here.
And even if the statue were at hand, kicking him out now would be useless. Because the moment the Demon Hero Hall appeared, everyone’s slots were already fixed.
–Gray Crow, Senior Gray Crow!- Yang Zicang, whose spirit body had been condensed by Gray Crow, looked around and shouted.
No one answered.
–There are still over thirteen hours left! Ah!-
Yang Zicang paced in a frenzy, but Morri’s figure, head bowed, kept moving forward without a single pause.
—-A few of you, do you plan to enter the Demon Hero Hall only now?-
That familiar voice came.
—-Yeah, what’s up?-
—-I’m a professional Chronos investor. Let me join your team.-
Yang Zicang’s mind spun like a whirlwind.
–No way, I can’t do anything. I can only wait, only!-
He could only pray—because of the special connection with Morri, his own death omen would be longer—hoping he could make it in time!
But could it extend to over a day?
–Please! Just get through this and you’ll be safe! Why did you come out! Aaaah!-
Yang Zicang had already decided that he absolutely had to obtain –Impression Recovery- in this Demon Hero Hall, no matter what, and then record Morri’s image!
But of all times, it had to be now!
Of all places, in the Arena City he had built himself!
Of all times, I had sensed it in advance—the prelude to his death!
–Elder Grey Crow!-
I should still have one Flash, shouldn’t I?
If I’m not mistaken, the mission to save the Lost Frequency Zone might… perhaps… have given birth to another –Heroes’ Flash-!
His fists clenched.
–Flash!-
Do I still have one? Maybe not… No!
–Why are you leaving at this very moment… Can you make one more investment for me…-
Is there one or not…
Even if there is, it’s too late.
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