Chapter 235: Curse you to never be able to eat four dishes in your life!
“Swish—”
A blood-red saber light cut across the trembling space, and five headless corpses fell to the ground one after another.
However, the woman in the martial arts uniform holding the saber also rolled forward in a disheveled state. Two bullets pierced her thighs and abdomen, and the powerful spirit energy within instantly destroyed everything, intensifying her injuries.
“Dada—”
Cautious footsteps approached from all directions. Freya slightly raised her heavy eyelids, her consciousness clouded, and the battlefield and enemies blurring in her vision.
“You’re asking for trouble. Capture her, but don’t kill her.”
“Yes!”
Several figures in combat suits with stun guns surrounded her. Freya slowly lowered her tired eyes, “Ultimately… I’ve reached my limit…”
Her blood-stained lips moved, but no sound came out. She was about to fall forward.
But at this moment, amidst the countless surrounding figures overlapping and interweaving, a sudden black and white figure appeared. With each flicker, several figures fell, dissipating.
“Two third-stage?”
“No, this body strength isn’t third-stage! Who are you?!”
“Damn it! You two, let’s talk nicely. Whatever you want, I’ll— ugh—”
The voice abruptly cut off. The middle-aged man in the deep red suit wanted to cover his bleeding neck, but found that both his arms were gone, flying in the sky.
He tilted backward in astonishment, and time seemed to slow down around him.
Am I dead? In his confusion, his eyes were filled with endless unwillingness. If only he had known… he shouldn’t have taken this mission.
He had accepted the mission to capture Freya, intending to look for Number 17 during the capture, but he didn’t find Number 17 and instead met his end here.
More importantly, he still had over a hundred points in his account that he hadn’t used… The greatest regret in life is realizing you haven’t spent tens of millions before you die.
“Number 14, I’ll take your Life Points, with a smile.” Xia Feng squatted beside the man’s head, snatching his spirit artifact while smiling.
Middle-aged man: “???”
Robbed of a spirit artifact?
As his pupils dilated, Number 14 wanted to curse. So, there are things more regrettable than not spending all your money before dying – having your vast fortune snatched by your mortal enemy at the moment of death! And a spirit artifact too!
What’s the difference between this and your beautiful, virtuous wife being taken by a cow!
Number 17! I curse you to never be able to eat four dishes in your life! And in your next life! And the life after that…
Amidst his unwillingness, the man’s pupils turned dull, and his life force completely dissipated.
Xia Feng clapped his hands and stood up, soon sensing information flowing into his mind.
[Serial Number: 14]
[Current Life Points: 120]
Number 14 had directly earned over a hundred points with the ‘Color Demise’ skill card. He had to admit, he was quite clever. Xia Feng liked such smart people.
Currently, his Number 17 account has 35 points, and the Number 3 account he snatched from Archbishop Aus has 146 points…
If the three accounts were merged, it would be 301 Life Points!
Far ahead of the current over twenty surviving players.
“Swish swish swish—”
While Xia Feng was receiving his spoils of war, Mu Qingtong had already completed the massacre of the remaining enemies, leaving no survivors.
Freya’s vision was hazy, and she could no longer hold on, falling backward. Xia Feng quickly stepped forward and carefully supported her.
*
When Freya woke up again, she found herself lying on a cold, shiny silver bench.
A man’s low aura was faintly approaching. She suddenly became alert and sprang up, intending to palm the man’s chest, but her wrist was grabbed and she was slammed onto the bench.
“Teacher, it’s me.”
The man’s helpless deep voice sounded from above. Freya looked up, and the familiar young man’s face was reflected in her wine-red pupils.
“Xia Feng?” Freya was somewhat surprised. After months apart, Xia Feng’s youthful immaturity was long gone. His handsome face was as firm as if chiseled, and his black eyes had become sharper, subtly carrying a hint of killing intent.
Xia Feng quickly released her wrist and helped her up, letting her lean against the pillows.
She turned her head to look out the window. Outside, the azure blue sea currents were slowly receding. This should be inside a cone-shaped ship.
In her peripheral vision, she saw the figure of a black-dressed woman in the cockpit. Through the mirror, she could see the woman’s face; it was very ordinary, a typical face.
“Who is this?”
“She’s my friend. Teacher Freya, you can call her Ms. Q.” Xia Feng introduced casually.
!
Before Freya woke up, Mu Qingtong had changed into a set of clothes and put on a bronze mask, indicating that she didn’t want others to know she had left District 51.
Yes, according to this World-Ending Witch, she had another incarnation in District 51. In everyone’s eyes, she had never left Junlin, nor had she escaped with the wanted criminal Xia Feng.
Instead, she was participating in the national top ten competition of the Spirit Song Competition, and her fan base was still growing at a terrifying rate.
However, what surprised Xia Feng was that the World-Ending Witch could even have an incarnation! This was definitely not a Spirit Robe Ability. Then the only possibilities left were spirit artifacts or Fate Stones.
Or perhaps Fei’s ability?
In addition, Mu Qingtong also said that the Mu Clan had unilaterally canceled their engagement with him…
Xia Feng never thought he would be refused marriage one day. Unfortunately, he couldn’t utter the inspirational quote about thirty years east and west of the river.
After all, the original body of his fiancée had run away with him.
Wait? Hold on! Is this Mu Qingtong the original body? Xia Feng’s heart leaped, but then he shook his head. According to the synchronized records of the Calamity Demon Heart, this should be the original body, no doubt.
“Ms. Q?” Freya nodded thoughtfully. In her vague memory, it was this black-dressed woman who was slaughtering enemies around her before she fainted, her swordsmanship exceptionally skilled.
Mu Qingtong glanced at Freya, nodded slightly, and gave a light smile.
“Teacher Freya, why are you here?”
Xia Feng’s confused question pulled Freya back. She was stunned and shook her head helplessly, “My sister was captured and taken to Bern Island. I was originally preparing to go to Bern Island to rescue her, but there was an accident midway.”
“Captured and taken to Bern Island?” Xia Feng was astonished.
“Yes. The island is managed by Xize the Walker of the Li Dong Legion. The current island master should be his confidant, the Bern Edict Envoy.”
Freya looked out at the sea current outside the window, her voice low, “According to my investigation, it seems like some kind of human experimentation is being conducted on this island.”
Hearing this, Xia Feng’s brows furrowed deeply. If that were the case, then Teacher Freya’s sister would be in great danger.
“Where are you going now?” Freya turned back and asked doubtfully.
“North, to see if there’s a chance to pass through the Northern Border Defense Line and enter the Gray Realm.”
Xia Feng’s main goal now was to improve his strength as quickly as possible. As long as he could improve his strength, it didn’t matter where he went. Mu Qingtong also wanted to see the Gray Realm.
The Gray Realm had no legal constraints and was a paradise for criminals. Many wanted criminals gathered there. Mu Qingtong probably wanted to go there to show off her skills.
