Free Web NovelOn the rooftop of a building on Bu Ye Street, Shem ultimately lost track of those suspicious black-clothed figures.
This wasn't due to his lack of strength; in fact, those black-clothed figures were no match for him. After encountering each other, they were defeated and fled in disarray within three rounds.
As a member of the Miracle Order, Shem never believed in the saying 'do not pursue a cornered enemy'. In the Miracle Order, you pursue them to the ends of the earth and root them out.
However, as he pursued those black-clothed figures, he gradually realized he couldn't catch up. He had a vague feeling that the entire street, everything within his sight, seemed to be helping those black-clothed figures escape.
"Damn it, you ran fast!" Looking at the empty rooftop ahead, Shem sheathed his curved saber and cursed fiercely, "Don't let me see you again, or I'll beat you every time I see..."
Before he could finish speaking, he heard a whistling wind behind him, followed by a soft 'Pata!' sound. Someone was pursuing him and landed on the rooftop.
"Who's there?!" Shem turned around abruptly and was slightly stunned when he saw the young girl who had appeared behind him.
He saw Hua Sang, covered in sweat and pale-faced, steadying herself by holding onto the railing at the edge of the rooftop with one hand, while gently waving the other, signaling him to calm down.
Her slightly lowered head was covered in large beads of sweat, her face was pale, her eyes were wide, and her pale lips were slightly parted. She was gasping intensely, like someone having an asthma attack, unable to catch her breath.
"Huff—! Rest, rest for a bit, huff—!"
Isn't this the disciple from Da Chunyang Palace who was tracking the Holy Child before? Why is she here? Shem frowned, sized up Hua Sang, and his mouth twitched slightly. ƒreewebɳovel.com
Looking at Hua Sang's appearance, he suspected that she might spit out a few pieces of lung tissue at any moment.
On the bus from Zhenwu Mountain Scenic Area to Shizhou City, Shem and Saleh had concealed their Spiritual Energy fluctuations very well. Hua Sang only detected Spiritual Energy fluctuations coming from them but couldn't discern their depth.
It wasn't until she started tracking Shem that she discovered this foreign middle-aged man had astonishing strength...
At least his speed was first-rate, while her speed, given that their Spiritual Energy fluctuation levels were not too different, was definitely a solid drag, lowering the average value.
Affected by the unstable Spirit Mark, Hua Sang was constantly under immense pressure. For a short time, relying on Spiritual Energy, she could barely keep up with average speed, but today she was already very tired. Adding a weighted sprint over a considerable distance was practically killing her.
After a long while, Hua Sang finally recovered. She swallowed and looked at Shem, saying seriously, "May I take the liberty of asking, have you seen Wang Bu Liu Xing? That Miss who was sitting in the back row on the bus earlier."
Shem, "..." She was tracking the Holy Child before, and now she's inquiring about information on ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) the Holy Child. Could it be that she's with those scoundrels from earlier?
While inwardly complaining, Shem's right hand subtly rested on the hilt of his curved saber.
Noticing his slight movement, Hua Sang quickly explained, "Wait a moment, please don't misunderstand. I know her, we're barely... friends?"
And they even share a fiancé.
"Now, she might have encountered a very dangerous Spiritual Energy attack incident and is in life-threatening danger at any moment. If you know where she is, please tell me so I can notify my sect and send people to rescue her."
"Oh?" Shem eyed Hua Sang suspiciously, "How can I believe you?"
"..." Hua Sang pondered for a few seconds, then looked Shem directly in the eyes and said solemnly, "I can make an oath to prove that what I said is true."
"..." Shem gazed at Hua Sang for a long time, hesitated for a while, and finally nodded, "Okay, you make the oath first, and I'll take you there."
Although he had little liking for Da Chunyang Palace disciples, and even held hostility towards them due to the death of the previous Holy Child, he had no other choice now.
It wasn't that he didn't believe the Holy Child could create a miracle.
It was just that the place where the Holy Child was trapped was too special. Saleh had tried to create a miracle and was now stuck on an invisible wall, unable to pry it open.
Moreover, at a time of crisis, the arrival of reinforcements is also a kind of miracle!
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On the other side, in that residential area.
In the darkness, killing intent suddenly emerged.
Three Secret Society members who had gathered together, guarding each other, suddenly felt a chill.
Facing a life-or-death crisis, they scattered without hesitation, running in three different directions.
The young man whose feet were fused with inline skates moved with astonishing speed, scaling walls and running on rooftops as easily as walking on flat ground.
However, Lu Yibei was faster than him.
In just two breaths, she closed in on the young man's side. Then, she lowered her body, slid forward abruptly, and her sword, aimed at the young man's legs, drew an arc.
The broken sword, enveloped in crimson flames, seemed to appear from thin air, suddenly bursting with light and fire.
Accompanied by the whistling wind, the sharp blade collided with the high-quality inline skates, cutting through them as if slicing through water, without making a sound, tearing them apart with overwhelming force!
The skate-wearing young man screamed. His two fleeing companions immediately paused and looked back, hoping to catch a glimpse of that terrifying figure.
But when they turned back, Lu Yibei's figure had already disappeared from where she was.
Just as she had arrived without warning, she vanished silently.
Following that, a ferocious figure flashed by in the darkness.
Two sounds of viscous liquid gushing out occurred one after another. An arm holding a kitchen knife and a head wearing a fluffy hood were carried by the whistling sword wind, flying into the sky and tracing an arc.
...
Forty-five, forty-six, forty-seven...
Lu Yibei's hunt was non-stop, lasting a full thirty-five minutes.
The streets shrouded in night were completely damaged by the repeated attacks. Everywhere one looked, there were scorched marks shimmering with sparks and shallow and deep gouges, with thick smoke rising all around.
Lifeless bodies, contorted beyond recognition, lay scattered on the roadside like discarded garbage. A few severely injured individuals still clung to a breath, but their pupils were dilated, their eyes unfocused, and they were too weak to even wail.
In thirty-five minutes, she killed one A-level Spirit Ability User, incapacitated three A-level Spirit Ability Users, and a large number of B Level and C-level Spirit Ability Users became souls under her sword. Such a record was terrifying.
During this process, Secret Society members would often be talking with their companions one moment, and the next moment they would hear screams nearby. After their brief astonishment, when they came back to their senses, they were left alone.
Gradually, some Secret Society members began to think that this operation might have been a mistake.
They had never imagined that, with the help of that Adult, intercepting a Witch Breed would unfold in such a way, and they had never faced such a terrifying opponent.
The feeling was that the enemy was a fierce beast with sharp fangs and claws, while they were lambs with insufficiently sharp horns, only able to survive by huddling together.
In the darkness, a group of Secret Society members gathered in groups of three to five, guarding each other. They could clearly perceive the panic and unease in their companions' eyes.
However, what they didn't know was that this terrifying opponent was also nearing the end of her rope.
To ensure that every attack inflicted fatal damage on the enemy, Lu Yibei held nothing back in each strike. The consumption of Spiritual Energy was as rapid and intense as opening a floodgate.
After fighting with such high intensity for over thirty minutes, coupled with the severe consumption of Spiritual Energy, the almost complete slaughter of weaker enemies, and the Secret Society members coming to their senses and starting to group together, the time it took Lu Yibei to complete a kill increased linearly.
When she attacked the first enemy, it took her less than two seconds. The most recent time she severely wounded an enemy, it took nearly thirty seconds, and she was almost surrounded by 'items' surging from all sides, trapped in an inescapable quagmire.
Her increasingly heavy breathing, slightly trembling hands, noticeably deviating sword strikes, slowing incantation speed, and the strong emptiness within her body indicating her Spiritual Energy was about to be depleted... all reminded Lu Yibei that she was about to collapse.
She felt like a phone whose battery had died and automatically shut down, then was forcefully turned back on, potentially 'blacking out' at any moment.
But she couldn't stop.
Her current situation was like a legendary small bird born without feet, which could only fly continuously. When it got tired, it would sleep in the wind, and it could only land once in its life, and that one time would be when it died.
She could only wait, wait for the support from Da Chunyang Palace that might appear at any time, or for the moment when the mastermind behind the interception of these Secret Society members sounded the retreat.
Then...
She finally waited.
Not rescue, but compromise.
"Clap clap clap—!"
Applause came from nowhere, and every item around was making a sound.
"Hahaha, excellent, excellent! Miss, I admit you are very capable. How about we each take a step back? I'll let you leave, and you won't pursue this matter any further, how about that?"
Listening to the featureless voice, Lu Yibei tilted her head, scanned her surroundings, and said coldly, "You lost so many subordinates, and you're just letting me go?"
"Subordinates? No, no, no, I think there might be a misunderstanding here! They are not my subordinates, at most they are... tools I quite like. Although it's a bit sad when tools break, I can just get new ones later."
Get new ones? Using that terrifying method...? Lu Yibei frowned and lightly bit her teeth, saying, "What if I don't agree?"
The voice was silent for a few seconds, then asked doubtfully, "I don't understand, what could be more important than your life? What do you want?"
"I want..." Lu Yibei paused mid-sentence. The scene of the Human Hell she had seen in the residential building earlier flashed in her mind. She said in a deep voice, "Fairness, what do you think?"
