A crazily spinning black vortex appeared behind Yang Zicang. He was furious but dared not act rashly, saying:
–What, do you plan to replace Moxel with someone else, and then… dissect his body?!-
The bandage wants to create more Wuying!
Thirty or forty people gasped in shock. At that moment, the horror of the bandage doctor took concrete form in everyone’s minds.
{Isn’t this a good method?}
The bandage doctor looked up and said with a smile:
{So, Yang Zicang. As long as you accept my surgery, you can have two Moxels. The only downside is that you’ll have to live with a different face from now on. So, it’s best if you find a handsome… handsome guy, or a girl would work too.}
Everyone felt their scalps tingle and stepped back.
Some were only filled with terror and horror; others felt that what stood before them wasn’t human at all—this lunatic was a heartless criminal!
But after a few seconds of silence in the hall, some people suddenly began to think… maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea.
–What was I thinking…-
They desperately tried to suppress this thought that had arisen in their hearts.
Yet… some felt an oppressive tightness in their chests, a parched mouth, an undeniable urge they couldn’t refuse.
They instinctively turned their heads to look at Yang Zicang, a hint of longing actually showing in their eyes.
–You beast!-
Yang Zicang’s eyes were filled with fury and madness.
{Everyone’s hands are dirty, why pretend to be noble.}
The blade slid again, and the bandaged figure scanned the surroundings.
{My patience is wearing thin. Whoever hands me the ability ball will receive the fulfillment of this promise. With my current surgery success rate, everyone here has a good chance of acquiring a second Moxel ability.}
–Who dares!-
Morri and Boboli roared.
Prince Wang, Captain Qin, and the others glared around them, eyes wide.
But everyone present was someone who could stabilize an A-level crossing. With such an overwhelming temptation before them, who could still be cowed by mere hollow titles?
–Sorry, everyone, the world has changed.- One man stepped forward, forcing a righteous tone. –Mr. Zicang, I know it’s embarrassing, but didn’t you say before that when we’re in trouble, you’d do everything to help us…-
–Old Zhou! Get back here!- someone from a small team yelled.
Old Zhou glanced around. Though some eyes blazed with fury, no one actually moved to stop him.
–Mr. Zicang, please grant us this wish! Rather than letting the invisibility ability fall into unknown hands, let us… di… divide…-
The tall, thin man’s chest heaved several times before he finally shouted it out: –…divide it!-
–Old Zhou, how could you!-
–You, you bastard—do you really think that way!-
The crowd erupted like boiling water—some cursing, others looking around wildly.
Yang Zicang stood frozen, staring at the people below who, just moments ago, had been drinking with him.
–Yang Zicang, maybe we can find a way to counter invisibility, just like your incense pills countered the illusion, right?-
–You beasts, listen to yourselves!- someone in the crowd shouted.
–Oh, you’re so noble and admirable! Then have Yang Zicang save the Rose Queen. Xu Aiyuan is not only beautiful, but she also protects countless girls. If you refuse to save someone like her, is it because you can’t bear to part with an invisibility ability ball?-
–Do you want to save people, or do you want the invisibility Moxel?-
–I want both, damn it!-
Bang! Bang! The two started grappling.
But no one paid them any mind. Everyone else was busy shielding themselves from the surrounding chaos and calculating Yang Zicang’s floating height and angle.
–Stop it!- Yang Zicang raised the ability ball with trembling hands and said through gritted teeth, –Bandage, I want to see you use this Moxel with my own eyes!-
Using the –Chronos Shift- ability ball would replace the other Chronos Moxel inside Bandage’s body.
At the very least, an invisibility ability would make a perverted segmentation ability disappear.
Xu Aiyuan gazed up at the man standing on the edge of the floating giant carpet, ripples shimmering in her eyes.
The Bandage Doctor praised:
{Hmm, good. Then throw your ability ball down.}
Morri clenched his fists and looked up with gritted teeth; Boboli cried out –Ah!- They all knew this was the wrong move, but at this moment, there was no other choice.
–Wait…-
Just as Yang Zicang was about to toss aside the ability ball and, during the gap when Bandage used the ability ball to replace Moxel, figure out a way to launch a surprise attack, Xu Aiyuan’s gentle voice suddenly rang out.
–You made a mistake, Mr. Bandage.-
Everyone’s gaze turned to the kidnapped woman.
Xu Aiyuan revealed a look of deliverance and said:
–A true rose never allows itself to be plucked.-
Xu Aiyuan’s red Moxel halo flickered at her chest. She moved her neck, and as her body rapidly aged, she slammed her head against the blade that had already pierced her neck.
–Too bad I can’t leave this world in a beautiful way…-
Yang Zicang suddenly felt a tearing pain in his heart.
–No!-
Some people around rushed over in panic.
[Trajectory Dispatch!]
[Position suppression, dispatch ability failed.]
The moment the artery hit the blade, all the roses in the hall withered in unison.
Xu Aiyuan curled the corner of her blood-stained lips, her bound right little finger trembling slightly. –Now is the time… don’t waste the chance…- she said weakly, her voice aged.
A tattered yet vivid rose suddenly expanded from her collar, enveloping the human-shaped bandage beside her. The sharp thorns on its stem, like ever-growing brambles, pierced into the petals.
[Barbed Rose!]
{You actually were willing to go this far…}
–Ah!-
The air above the great hall exploded with a deafening bang.
Several figures around them charged in angrily, no longer holding back.
{What an amusing struggle.}
Pfft! The scalpel sank deep into Xu Aiyuan’s throat. She stared in shock at the bandages wrapped around her body. A pair of smiling eyes watched as her consciousness began to blur.
What a pervert…
She felt the cold scalpel dissolving into nothing within her veins…
The ethereal voice gradually faded away… her consciousness grew dizzy…
——Yang Zicang… did he succeed…?
Xu Aiyuan’s final thought was seeing a flash of gold and red pierce through the bandaged human form beside her.
……
Boom! The spear pierced the bandaged doctor, plunging into the rocky ground behind, blasting countless fragments.
Yang Zicang rushed over like a madman, grabbing Xu Aiyuan’s collapsing body. At the same time, strips of gauze fell to the ground beside them.
As expected, there was no sign of the bandaged doctor inside.
Yang Zicang’s fingers trembled as he held Xu Aiyuan, his eyes rimmed with red.
{Do you like her?}
The bandaged figure’s voice suddenly sounded again.
Yang Zicang’s head shot up as he looked around, but he couldn’t see anyone.
–He’s not dead yet!-
–Where is that bastard!-
–Aren’t you the beast yourself, you son of a bitch? Just now, who were you trying to cut with that weapon?-
–Since we’re already at odds, Bandage Doctor, where are you? I’m willing to help you seize the invisible Moxel!-
The moment he finished speaking, a loud bang rang out, and he was shattered into pieces by a single palm strike.
The great chef of Zhenxiu Fang stepped out from the blood mist with a grim face, his stocky build exuding an oppressive presence.
–Whoever dares say that again, I’ll make sure they die without a burial place!-
The two nearby, their eyes bloodshot with rage, were about to attack when Morri and Boboli immediately stepped forward. The Paleshade Wyrm abruptly swung its body around, raising its massive, terrifying head—like that of a savage wolf or tiger—and fixed its gaze on those who were tempted to make a move.
Yang Zicang’s voice turned hoarse like an Asura’s as he said, –Let’s see who dares.-
Just as those in the crowd who had shown dissent were cowed by Yang Zicang’s threat and dared not act rashly—
Swoosh swoosh swoosh!
Several scalpels, enveloped in a crimson glow, shot toward the surrounding crowd. Even though Yang Zicang used his allocation ability to try to alter their trajectories, it was just as futile as before.
–It’s still rank suppression!-
Hadn’t his own allocation rank already been elevated to the thousandth level? Could the effect of the –Still Land- influence even ranks themselves?
Thwack thwack! Several figures were instantly struck by the flying scalpels and collapsed in agony.
The blades quickly began to writhe beneath their skin. Within seconds, the stricken people lifted their heads in terror.
–Zi, Lord Zicang… our bodies… seem a little… out of control.-
–Aaah!- a person screamed in terror, staring at his own hand.
He watched helplessly as his hand, beyond his control, reached for his left eye and began to gouge it out.
Pop!
The eyeball was ripped out; blood spurted from the socket and streamed down through his fingers—a sight too horrifying to behold.
–What do we do?! Great Sage Zicang’s Enightmare can’t dispel them all.-
Without the psychic rose’s protection, the danger to everyone surged instantly.
The group of thirty or forty people kept closing ranks, and the Paleshade Wyrm that had been weaving among them was forced to circle them like a carousel, burning through vast amounts of Chronos to neutralize the approaching psychic bandages.
–Does that madman have that much Chronos too?!-
Boboli watched as Morri kept swapping out various bills and coins in his hands. The large stack of glowing, fluorescent banknotes was being consumed rapidly, nearly gone.
–What do we do?!-
The chance that the Rose Queen had sacrificed her life to create had only killed something that wasn’t even the Bandage Doctor’s true body. Despair settled over them all.
Just then, a scrawny, hideous man who looked like a malnourished beggar stepped out from the crowd.
–I’ll take over the defense.-
Thirty or forty pairs of eyes fell on the Rose Creek resident who had been doing odd jobs at the edge of the hall. His face was mournful.
–I… am also a psychic. Let me protect Miss Aiyuan.-
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