Chapter 71: Slaughter

Chapter 71: Slaughter

“Qing...Ling...”

Wu Dahai stared. The goddess he had dreamed about and pined after was no more.

And it was his fault. If he had been decisive enough to strike with Lightning the moment Qing Ling stabbed the man in black with her Tang Dao, he would be able to kill the man at the price of critically injuring Qing Ling. But he didn’t do it. He thought they were winning, and he didn’t want to hurt Qing Ling.

Yet the man killed her without hesitation.

How could he do that to someone so beautiful, without even blinking?

Wu Dahai’s shock lasted only a second, but that one second was enough for the man in black to strike.

Before Wu Dahai could manipulate his lightning again, the man threw the short sword at him.

Wu Dahai’s attack was stopped short, and he dodged out of the way.

Wu Dahai was quick for a ‘spellcaster’, but he was fighting a professional killer. When he regained his balance, the man in black had already gotten close to him.

Qing Ling’s Tang Dao was still in the man’s left shoulder, and the cut was at least ten centimeters deep. His arm would fall off at any second. He’d been splattering blood everywhere as he ran at full speed.

It was no exaggeration to say that he was like a frenzied zombie... No, it would be more accurate to compare him to the berserking Eva-01 from his favorite anime, Evangelion.

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The moment the man got into Wu Dahai’s space, he pulled out the Tang Dao in his left shoulder without pause.

Wu Dahai felt a great pain in his right thigh before he could move his hands. He didn’t have to look down to know that the man had thrown the Tang Dao at him and hit the artery there.

Bracing against the pain, Wu Dahai conjured his power. “Lightning—”

But he was half a second too slow.

The man in black broke Wu Dahai’s jaw with an upper hook thrown with his right arm, sending Wu Dahai flying in a parabolic trajectory before he slammed into the two-meter tall display cabinets for figurines.

—Shit!

His premonition was right. Half a second later, Gao Yang heard the crack of his arm popping out of his shoulder.

And as he cried out in pain, the fire shooting out of his right palm vanished as well.

The man in black kicked Gao Yang away and quickly rolled on the floor a few times to put out the fire. Then he got to his feet and marched up to Gao Yang with a bleeding, dangling left arm.

Gao Yang curled into himself on the floor. His dislocated right shoulder, his broken left thumb, and the heavy kick to his chest overwhelmed him with so much pain that he could no longer fight.

But he must not give up!

He closed his eyes.

[Access granted...]

However, the man in black didn’t give him the time to do anything. He strode up to him and kicked him in his lower abdomen.

Feeling his organs being rearranged into a mess, Gao Yang rolled five meters away before the back of his head slammed into Wu Dahai’s desk. He saw stars as his vision went dark, and his brain stopped working.

The man in black didn’t leave anything to chance. He stepped on Gao Yang’s neck and pushed down, taking away his breath by applying more and more pressure. Gao Yang wasn’t sure if he would die of suffocation or a broken neck first.

Despair.

That was all he could feel.

Why? Why didn’t the man show any sign of pain or exhaustion even though he was badly injured as well?

Was he a mutant? Was he invincible?

Was he a monster or an awakener? Was he an archenemy of the Twelve Zodiac Signs?

Gao Yang had thought that the organization could be his support, yet he was facing his death the very day he joined. What an irony! He was suddenly reminded of the masks displayed in the glass cabinets in the hidden chamber like antiques. All those different masks...

What were their owners thinking before their deaths? Did they ever regret joining the organization?

“Let Brother Gao Yang go!” Before his consciousness slipped from him, Gao Yang heard a young voice speak up in a defiant, hurt tone. It was...Lovely Lamb.