My Arms Can Turn into Blades

Chapter 621: Chapter 70: Could Anyone Be Harder to Deal With Than Xia Yue? (Part 3)

Clearly, I am so strong!

Clearly, I’ve never been this powerful before!

Clearly, the Spirit within me is still surging!

But why... why am I aging so fast? Why can’t my body hold on?

This is the struggle almost every Old Era High-level Empowerer... must face head-on.

And most High-level Empowerers, feeling the merciless erosion of time, sensing every cell in their body gradually withering, will be overcome with intense resentment and unwillingness.

Because they are so powerful, even before their bodies completely collapse... they remain incredibly strong.

Qi Peng is no exception.

"What’s the matter? What are you worried about?"

Hecate looked at the silent Qi Peng, taking the initiative, asking, "You’re almost dead, what else is there to think about? If it was before and Xia Yue was here, you’d worry about not making it, but now Xia Yue is gone, what are you still worried about? What could be more important than your own impending death?"

Upon hearing this, Qi Peng finally spoke.

He stammered, "The Third Squadron has already selected a successor for Celestial Strategy, and the news has already spread, equally formidable... the entire Celestial Strategy Mansion is inquiring about this person’s identity."

He did not respond.

However.

Hecate, hearing this, laughed again.

Because what she feared most was the other party unwilling to negotiate.

As long as the other party wants to talk, and wants to live... everything becomes manageable.

No matter how powerful a person is, once they have been caught by the handle, they become vulnerable.

And undoubtedly, Qi Peng... wants to talk.

Even if his words sounded like he was worrying.

But, does that matter?

Hecate, with a smile, replied, "I haven’t heard the news, but I ask you... does it really matter who the new Celestial Strategy of the Third Squadron is? Whoever it is, could they be more challenging than Xia Yue?"

Qi Peng did not respond.

Because the answer is clear.

... Impossible.

...

At the same time.

Celestial Strategy Mansion Headquarters.

Chen Lusi didn’t know what was happening two thousand kilometers away.

He saw the shadow appear behind Lan, the wheelchair, and the Clockwork Man... almost instantly, he recalled what Wu You and Xia Panqiu had mentioned before—a presence that allowed him to be resurrected, and the shadow that stood up when he imitated others’ Authority.

As for the final wheelchair.

Although he didn’t have an impression at that moment.

But soon enough.

He remembered.

Because he suddenly recalled some things.

Back then, when he descended the mountain after ancestral sacrifices... it seemed he saw more than just Lan.

"..."

Chen Lusi paused slightly, then looked at the expressionless young girl in front of him and asked, "Why... did I forget at that time?"

"..."

Lan didn’t speak but slowly raised her hand, placing her palm on Chen Lusi’s forehead.

A cold sensation was transmitted.

Then, Lan gently pushed.

A strong sense of weightlessness suddenly hit.

It was as if the entire world was stripped of the constraints of gravity.

Chen Lusi felt as if he were floating in emptiness, his body uncontrollably fell backward, everything in his vision instantly became blurry, leaving only a kaleidoscope of light.

Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock—

The sound of the pendulum suddenly rang out, exceptionally clear and strong, like a continuously repeating metronome.

Chen Lusi’s right arm began to twist, continuously switching between a blade and an arm form.

Following that.

As Chen Lusi continued falling backward, just before his back was about to touch the ground.

... His figure suddenly stopped.

An unknown wave spread outward.

The window veil suddenly stopped, halted in the moment it was being blown by the wind.

Light which poured in through the window, projected onto the floor, but the beam remained static, forming a gentle light band.

The drops from the faucet in the bathroom floated mid-air.

The member of the Celestial Strategy Mansion, who had just finished washing their hands, retained a stepped-forward posture, one foot suspended mid-air, with the leg muscles slightly tensed as if ready to take the next step, but during this, they were suddenly frozen.

Someone was setting down a folder, but it was stuck in descent, the gaps between the pages clearly visible.

On the desk, the computer screen displayed a static image, but the cursor frozen in the center, paused at a single frame, without any minute change.

As for the person in front of the computer, their expression was fixed in that last moment, utterly still.

In an instant.

The entire Celestial Strategy Mansion Headquarters plunged into an eerie silence.