Inside the carriage, Yan Yi said:
{When do you plan to strike? Some of the people I’ve been watching have already started moving this way.}
[Easy now. These Chixiao Palace bastards usually wreak havoc, and today they’ve delivered themselves to my door—of course, I’m going to uphold justice on behalf of heaven.]
{Watch out for their Chronos.}
[I know what I’m doing.]
Mingling in the crowd, Tong Wenqi stepped forward.
–Hey, what’s he trying to do?–
The masked group, seeing their comrade advance, called out to him.
–Come back, don’t stir up trouble.–
–You idiot—hey, I said come back! Don’t go messing with them!–
Yu Chen, cradled in the arms of a few companions, had already had his bleeding stopped by healing powers. Missing both hands, he gasped in cold sweat and spoke feebly:
–You… what are you trying to do? Don’t… don’t throw away your life for some weapon.–
On the opposite side, those ten men also spotted the slender, slightly lean figure emerging from behind the group.
–Kid, looking for death?–
Shwish! Tong Wenqi’s form suddenly blurred as he sprinted swiftly around these men. With a flick of both hands, countless phantoms flashed, wrapping them in what looked like gashes carved by a ruthless blade.
–What’s this?!–
BOOM!
The air let out a deafening boom, and before these people could even scream, they turned into scattered fragments of flesh and blood.
Cao Maodian stood dumbfounded, and the few around him were instantly stunned into stillness on the spot.
There’s actually an expert like this in our own team?
Tong Wenqi’s Moxel rapidly expanded to conduct surveillance, while he turned into a blur and charged into the mist of blood and flesh. Raising his hand, he grabbed the silver Chronos battle artifact.
With a kick from his foot, the vibration chip was booted up like a ball, then he brought it to his hand with a flick of his toe.
In just two or three seconds, he had already turned around and dashed swiftly towards the reopening crack.
–Not good!–
–If he goes out and closes the entrance, we’ll all be trapped here!–
Yu Chen said with hatred, who the hell is this kid? If he had made his move earlier, there’s no way he himself would have lost both arms and become crippled. What’s to be done now?
But on second thought, his own team could never recruit such a terrifying bastard.
King Li turned his head for a glance, and his mind seemed to buzz — he stared blankly, dumbstruck.
–Ugh! Who is it?!–
His hair stood on end, furious beyond measure. He had just started to chase, when suddenly an ice-cold chill swept through him.
The tip of that inferior iron sword protruded from his chest, blood dripping from its blade.
The blood energy circulating inside his body seemed to be quickly pouring away into an unseen, bottomless void of emptiness.
Pfft! Yang Zicang drew his sword, blood spurting violently.
A direct thrust to the heart; the other couldn’t possibly survive.
King Li turned his head inch by inch, his dim eyes gazing at the cold, ruthless youth behind him. After two gurgling sounds from his throat, his body crashed to the ground.
[Financing target met; Yang Qian actively recouped 1000N in profit.]
[Other investors actively recouped 4000N in profit.]
[I’ve reaped my gains—what a long, drawn-out era it’s been.]
[I’ve distributed dividends.]
On Yang Zicang’s blade, a crimson gleam flickered anew.
He stepped forward, and those propping up Yu Chen recoiled in terror.
–Brother, Brother Yang, we were wrong.–
This was the man who could weather King Li’s storm-like assault unscathed.
Moreover, his Chronos was unfathomably greater.
–Who are you people? Never mind, don’t remove your masks.–
At these words, the men tore frantically at the sweltering, blister-inducing garments that wrapped them head to toe.
Their masks ripped off in haste, they scrambled to reveal their identities, hoping to cling to life.
They prayed that the franchise’s inviolable prohibition still held.
–I’ll give you my Chronos—I beg you, don’t kill us.–
–Brother Zicang, Grandpa Zicang, please—please, don’t come any closer.–
Two of them even knelt on the spot, clasping their fists in plea—they desperately wanted to live.
At this moment, the rift in the distance had already vanished; the one who had escaped must have used FreqCrystal to seal this place off.
These few no longer harbored any illusion of escaping—did they not see the crimson glint on that sword?
Seeing their faces, Yang Zicang felt a surge of indignation rise within him: –So it’s you.–
The very people who had first discovered that C-class Crosspace in the square!
–Brother, I have four hundred years of Chronos, and our entire team still has nearly three thousand years left. We’ll give you all of it—truly.–
One of the young men stammered, trembling.
[Yu Chen wanted to acquire the Chronos Investment.]
With his hands gone, a glow flickered from his chest as his weakened gaze fell upon Yang Zicang’s face.
–Give me… a bit of Investment, and I’ll… pay back all the… interest…–
He spoke feebly, while the others looked at him with eager anticipation.
–In that case…–
Yang Zicang was moved. He was about to dissolve Moxel’s financing and invest his own Chronos into the man, when suddenly, a voice rang out from not far behind.
–Don’t!–
Yang Zicang looked over—beneath that heap of flesh and blood, a figure slowly crawled out.
–You’re not dead!– Yang Zicang and Liang Xi were overjoyed.
–Cough, cough—damn, this stinks. I’m about to barf up my gallbladder. Ugh~–
Robin Lo wiped his mouth and said, –You actually killed King Li. He must have had several thousand Chronos. You must never—never take their Chronos. Be careful, or you’ll disappear.–
Disappear!
A tingle like an electric current shot down Yang Zicang’s spine.
He thought of Zhao Anlong.
So these bastards had been playing this game!
–Brother Yang, spare us, we really have no idea about this disappearing nonsense.– The group cried out.
–Liang Xi.–
–Yeah, bro.– Liang Xi hurried down the stairs.
–Give this guy an Invest of one day.–
–Oh.– Liang Xi obediently Invested 1R into Yu Chen, who had broken both arms.
[I have received a huge rebate.]
Hearing the voice resound in his mind, Liang Xi was so thrilled that his entire body tingled, and he nearly let out a cheer on the spot.
But he quickly reined in his ecstasy and struggled to keep his trembling voice calm as he said:
–Bro, bro, they gave me three thousand, six hundred and fifty…something…–
–Good. But how could my gun be worth only three thousand and something Chronos? One of your men stole it—speak, who was it!–
–He isn’t one of us.–
By now, everyone had pulled off their masks, so they were very clear on just what kind of scumbag that missing person was.
Cao Maodian was on the verge of tears as he yanked the young man next to him by the hair:
–Fuck, it was your idiot idea that let someone sneak in without anyone noticing.–
Several of them were passing the blame, and two even claimed they knew nothing, having only been dragged in to make up the numbers.
Yang Zicang shook his head, pointing his crimson-glowing sword at the group.
–You all, spread out. Each of you pick one of this theater’s intersecting scenes and go in.–
–No way, bro.–
The group wailed in despair.
–Hurry up!– He kicked one of the kneeling men in the head, sending him sprawling to the ground.
Terrified, the man scrambled on all fours into a flickering, vanishing intersecting scene before it could fully disappear.
After he entered, only two or three minutes later, the scene—which should have long since vanished—slowly morphed into another terrain.
–Whether you live or die depends on whether you can hold on until we stabilize this space. Go atone for your sins. Next.–
Except for Yu Chen, every single person entered an intersecting scene with a grim expression.
When only Yu Chen was left, Yang Zicang sneered and hoisted him up.
–Ah, handsome, I’m already crippled.–
–Who knows if you have some trick up your sleeve.–
Yang Zicang threw him into a flickering intersecting landscape, where two sika deer were leaping about in panic.
If they were just ordinary deer, it would be fine, but these sika deer here all seem like they’ve been trained by a weightlifting champion—every single one has muscles that rival a boxing king’s biceps.
Seeing someone thrown in, they lowered their heads and charged, ramming Yu Chen so hard he yelped in pain.
Robin Lo was so horrified his hair stood on end.
This Yang Zicang usually seemed nothing special, but at times like this, he was so cold-blooded. Yet soon, he was retching from his own stench, so he hurriedly ran into a water-filled scene and scooped water out to wash the ground.
Once everyone had vanished into this C-level intersecting realm, Yang Zicang lifted his head and spoke into the void,
–As you wish, my Chronos battle armor has been handed over. Don’t bother me anymore.–
The spoils were divided, and as the psychic link dissipated, the outside world was already in chaos like a boiling pot.
Liang Xi excitedly looked at him, –Bro, with so much Chronos, what should I do?–
–Just give me the spare chump change. Keep the remaining three thousand years for yourself. In case their intersecting realms appear, and someone comes out, you’ll have something to handle them.–
Liang Xi sensed something off.
–ZiCang, bro, what are you planning?–
–I need a good rest—just going for a nap.–
–Oh, is that so?– Liang Xi breathed a sigh of relief.
Having finished his preparations, Yang Zicang found a small room to ready himself for entry into the dream world.
He lay down on a makeshift mat woven from dried grass he had gathered, with his bow and other equipment, which were temporarily unnecessary, placed beside him.
Feeling the postal emblem within the Moxel on his chest, along with roughly four thousand two hundred years’ worth of Chronos. Such an expanse of time ought to be more than enough to squander in the dream world.
–Liang Xi, I have no idea how long I’ll be asleep. Once those guys in the intersecting scenes show up again, if they don’t cause trouble, let them be. But if they make a move, you take care of them.–
Yang Zicang’s tone had never been so stern and cold, brimming with murderous intent.
Liang Xi was no fool; he naturally sensed that something was amiss. After nodding, he hesitated for a moment before asking:
–Bro, are you hurt somewhere?–
–No, don’t worry. Also, the slower the interlaced scene stabilizes, the better. Tell Luo Bin not to disturb me—wait until I wake up for everything.–
–Oh, okay. I’ll tell him as soon as he gets back.–
Liang Xi closed the door and left. On the tip of Yang Zicang’s finger materialized a square, silver-white frame of light, the size of a postage stamp—this was the mail emblem.
[I, the great Quad, where do you wish to mail your thoughts?]
–I lack marksmanship,– Yang Zicang thought.
King Li’s attack made him profoundly realize the difference between a professional boxer and an ordinary person.
This was nothing like the childhood brawls; without Moxel’s help, a single punch from the opponent would have put him down.
Therefore, acquiring combat skills was an urgent priority, yet using this precious Emblem to exchange for such a thing made Yang Zicang feel like using a meat cleaver to kill a chicken.
The Emblem should hold far greater value.
–I also lack the ability to deal with those powerful nightmares. Merely honing my combat skills won’t allow me to stand firm here.–
Since the Emblem was so precious, it should be possible to obtain even greater power through it.
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