–You! You insane bastard!– Lu Zhishen roared with fury!
This Yang Zicang, who had chosen to cease hostilities, was suddenly attacking him again.
Swish! Swoosh!
A flurry of sword shadows rained down. The first few strikes pierced the bewildered giant, but then he quickly snapped to, using his left fist to block the advancing blade tip after tip.
–Only 50?–
Lu Zhishen’s eyes flashed with excited vigor as he declared:
–Haha, your Chronos has run dry too, hasn’t it? You have no Chronos left! But I still have plenty!–
Suddenly rebounding from the depths of disadvantage, Lu Zhishen was ecstatic, instantly giving way to boundless bloodlust!
The man before him must not be allowed to live!
Yang Zicang was an existence merely a tier below Lyu Bu! He had to be slain here, or there would be endless trouble later!
BOOM! BOOM! Fist shadows, wreathed in ethereal red flames, grazed past Yang Zicang’s ears. The young man turned into an afterimage, weaving and dodging amid the onslaught of fists.
–Yang Zicang, what a shame! Even the fifty years of Chronos inherent in your very weapon can be neutralized by me. Trying to wear me down is simply impossible. You don’t actually intend to fight using your life, do you? Ha, why don’t you try activating Financing Moxel and give it a shot?–
Yang Zicang’s toes lightly brushed the ground. His body burst into a blur of afterimages as he retreated, narrowly evading the sapphire-bars prison that once again expanded from Lu Zhishen’s wristwatch.
KABOOM!
The metallic floor beneath the gemstone cage shifted in color in an instant, corroding and aging as if centuries had passed.
–Ha, call a vote of funding? They’d send me away without hesitation.–
Yang Zicang’s sword rained down like a storm, but each strike could only offset fifty years.
On the giant man’s chest, a ring flickered with eager red jagged lines.
[Yang Zicang doesn’t have much Chronos left. Don’t accept negotiation, crush them!]
Having received the message, Lyu Bu launched an offensive in an instant.
In that brief gap, Yang Zicang raised a hand, and a shadow appeared in his palm.
It spun counterclockwise like a black hole.
[Morris wants… I get Invest 2660 N!]
[I return 4999 N to Morris.]
[Morris invests 4999 N for me.]
Whoosh! A silver Lance shot out from within the black hole in a split second!
Yang Zicang snatched the falling shaft with one hand—wielding the sword in his right and the spear in his left, his body writhed like a snake and vanished from the spot in a blink!
「？」
Lu Zhishen felt as though he had only blinked; before a reply could come to his sent message, every hair on his body stood on end!
[Invest for me…]
Lu Zhishen, in his mind, screamed and instinctively threw his arm in defense. Swish!
The sharp blade was blocked by the wristwatch, and the forces of 50N canceled each other out, but at the same time, a Lance tinged with a dark red hue stabbed from the other side.
–Cent-Arms?–
A gust of wind carried the breath of death; no matter how formidable Lu Zhishen was, he couldn’t fend off two fronts against an opponent of the same caliber.
Yang Zicang’s indifferent glance flickered past the corner of his eye, and Lu Zhishen felt his head being yanked aside by a sudden force of suction.
[Head, entire lifespan.]
In his final thought, Lu Zhishen, who had weathered countless life-and-death crises, instinctively activated Chronos, his body beginning to age.
[Defense: Chronos 40083.1130N.]
Bang! The giant of a man was sent flying by a single strike to the pole.
…….
Within the chaotic space of Grade A.
The moment Xiong Ying group received the intelligence, they chose to act—that was their style.
–The persuasion failed!–
Zhou Heng’s expression turned grim beyond measure.
A blistering lance of compressed air swiftly approached.
Zhou Heng said, –Prepare to concentrate fire. Take out their Chronos Investor first—according to intel, it should be the man beside Zhou Yu.–
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Dust filled the air as Zhou Heng and his comrades darted to evade the blasts of air, but still, one of them was instantly sliced into fragments.
–Damn it, they have too many people.–
–Today truly is—–
As the group retreated while searching for an opportunity, a sudden, long-lost feedback from Moxel’s ability echoed in the mind of the sharp-chinned bespectacled man.
[I, the Mysterious Triangle, have predicted that –Yang Zicang will lose his Cent-Arms Chronos artifact.-** The prediction result is –Failure.–**]
–What? Who would be returning the Cent-Arms to Yang Zicang at a time like this?–
[This is the result of the failure. I have successfully predicted 32 QuadMoxels and failed 12 times.]
In the explosion, Wei Ke’s body was sent sprawling, but he had no time to register the physical pain, his mind consumed by Moxel’s feedback.
–How is that possible?!–
[Because the result was publicly witnessed, I can spend 10N of principal to get a rough understanding of the process.]
Even in the most perilous moment, Wei Ke’s gambler psyche made it impossible for him to ignore this prediction failure.
Without a moment’s hesitation, he chose to sacrifice ten years of extra lifespan.
The simulated vision of the prediction result emerged like a phantom: a blurry silhouette resembling Yang Zicang spun a black hole in his hand, and a gun appeared in that person’s grasp, emerging from the void!
It dawned on Wei Ke.
–So that is… that small black hole from back then that sent out the gun—it wasn’t a passage, but a micro-space?–
Lying on the ground, Wei Ke saw Tong Wenqi block himself in front; the sudden outburst of attacks that had just erupted was once again halted.
The Xiongying Team backed off once more.
–They didn’t pursue?–
A transmission line of swirling light shot toward them. Zhou Heng, along with Wei Ke, Tong Wenqi, and the others, immediately connected to the sensory feed, their faces turning pale in unison.
The footage showed Lu Zhishen, who had just been sent flying, getting his head blown off by a single shot!
The weapon used was none other than the Cent-Arms that everyone had been clamoring over these past two days!
Blood did not splatter outward; it was all drawn into the Grav-Arc black hole, adding crimson veins to the Cent-Arms.
–Beautiful!–
–We’re doomed.–
–Containment failed… no, they still have a newcomer. Stop Yang Zicang from reaching the Resister’s location!–
……
Inside the rat monster’s lair, within a large severed metal pipeline.
[I nullified 39996N.]
[I gained 1R.]
Yang Zicang kicked Lu Zhishen’s body aside with a single motion.
Countless people below discovered that Yang Zicang had reclaimed his Cent-Arms!
The shared Chronos wristwatch was shattered by a single sword strike.
At that moment, the Paleshade Wyrm, having already witnessed the final outcome, finally retracted its massive jaws and stuffed Matt Chao’s psychic form into its mouth, its figure spinning before disappearing from the spot.
It held Matt Chao’s psychic form, its mission to allow Lu Zhishen to fight without worry now complete.
The broken wristwatch of this miserable nightmare let out a furious psychic roar; it didn’t seem to possess high intelligence.
Yang Zicang, his emotions stirred by Moxel, teetered on the brink of rage. He thrust his spear, and within just two or three seconds, the Grav-Arc swallowed this prematurely ripened nightmare of a watch.
Once it vanished completely into the black hole, the now unresigned Yang Zicang felt a slight pang of regret for his impulsiveness.
Yet, he soon shrugged it off—after all, these ever-groveling nightmares could betray him at any moment, especially this one that held a clear grudge against him from the start.
–He, Yang Zicang, just a rookie, has actually killed the elite powerhouse of the Xiong Ying team!–
The crowd erupted in uproar.
–Three assassinated already, and what can we do about it!–
–His Chronos Wargear can zoom back to him from an amazing distance!–
–No wonder!–
–Could it be that we here on the White Moxel side can eclipse the Red Moxel faction?–
Suddenly, countless fine red-and-white threads flickered out of the void into the space.
Headquarters and the Xiong Ying team achieved equilibrium once again, unleashing their Moxels to block Yang Zicang from proceeding.
–Don’t breach containment, Yang Zicang!–
–You can never seal it away!–
–That’s enough—the entire city will fall.–
Multitudes snapped awake, hollering suggestions, but Yang Zicang gave no heed.
Leaders on both sides ordered their subordinates nearby to physically intervene, though a sheer gap of over ten meters sloped from reach to the pipe entrance above—impossible for anyone to traverse.
Some people trembled violently, no longer caring about the blockades and threats, and began to flee.
They had already told him the benefits of conceding to the opponent, but this madman still chose to attack, even going so far as to kill Lu Zhishen.
–Demon!–
–You will die without a burial place!–
The crowd cursed in terror and anger at the figure disappearing into the deep passage.
As they had guessed, Yang Zicang didn’t even let out a sneer; he simply picked up Lance and turned to walk towards the already destroyed iron door.
Everyone despaired—the Defender was no longer Lu Zhishen; it now belonged to the monster faction, and their side had no tools to seal it, only the option to kill it.
But even all of them together were no match for the Defender; they would be crushed under a single finger.
Liang Xi walked through the crowd, staring blankly at the empty space high above where a figure once stood.
Vroom, vroom~ A motorcycle pulled up beside Liang Xi, and the elegant figure took off her helmet, revealing a serene beauty with delicate skin.
–Sister Ye Night?– Liang Xi shyly avoided her manga-girl-like face.
–I’ll go first. If you have time, come visit me in the Ruined City, though we’ll see if there’s still time.– The woman twisted the throttle, leaned her waist onto the bike, made a sharp U-turn instantly, and shot out diagonally through the wall.
Thump. A man knelt before Liang Xi in the corridor, tugging at the young boy’s pant leg. –I know you—you’re with Yang Zicang, right? Tell him to stop. The horror of the Resister is beyond what that newcomer can imagine!–
A man in a black cotton hood, his face etched with weariness, came to stand beside the youth.
–Do you believe in him?–
–Captain Luo Xin? Yes, I believe Big Brother will find a way.–
–Then I’ll trust him one more time too.–
Luo Xin drew a slender black sword from his waist.
The tip of the black blade leveled to point at the kneeling man’s head.
–You… what are you trying to do?– the man on the ground stammered in alarm.
–Get up, you piece of dog shit—you and all of you.–
Luo Xin swept his sword, pointing it at those who had stopped fighting behind him: –If you want to run, then flee for your lives!–
Rumble!
The entire nest shuddered, and everyone felt as if they were knocked flat by a tidal wave.
A deep, eardrum-shattering roar came from a high overhead pipe, its after-ring causing people’s skin and organs to resonate, as if from bones about to tear away from flesh.
–Containment has failed.–
Energy raged through the air from all directions as everyone looked upward, filled with despair.
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