Chapter 727: What is the Oriole (Part 2)
In the pitch-black domain, a “bang” echoed, and the air waves spread outwards.
The giant bear-transformed figure stood in the center of the domain, its heavy breathing like a vacuum cleaner, “gurgling” as it inhaled. Several parts of its transformed body were stained with blood.
“Finally, I’m almost done dealing with these shadow figures. What’s going on with these people?”
After swatting Shadow One away with his broadsword and watching him turn into black mist, the burly middle-aged man in his transformed state had a look of solemnity and a hint of confusion in his eyes. He couldn’t help but murmur to himself.
He panted and stared at the Blood Clan girl in the distance who was continuously casting buffs and blood surging techniques. His thoughts raced:
“This Blood Clan woman is a top-tier priest, providing support to these shadow guards while also hindering me with blood.”
“Rise!”
Looking at her quietly, Su Jiu remained silent, merely planting the long sword in her hand upside down on the ground. With a slight twist of the sword tip, several blood-colored halos emerged from the ground again, which were the amplification glows she had learned in that world competition…
Glancing at the falling maple leaf by his heel, the middle-aged man tightened the broadsword in his fingers, just about to attack Su Jiu, when a deep voice said, “Don’t be too arrogant…”
“Swish!”
Suddenly, a chill surged from his skin. He abruptly turned his head, and a red shadow appeared behind him as if it were a ghost.
“Human, your opponent is me.”
The red shadow let out a hoarse, low voice, revealing a skull face burning with flames. At this moment, Feng, gripping the residual saber filled with murderous intent, used the power of his body’s momentum to slash fiercely at the middle-aged man’s back, accompanied by a terrifying gust of wind.
As the blade passed, it actually produced a piercing sonic boom. This attack made the Bear Bloodline Strongman, known for his power, unable to help but feel his heart skip a beat.
“Damn it, this unrelenting ghost swordsman.”
Exhaling hot air, the middle-aged man could feel his blood flowing backward. As he twisted his body, his thoughts spun rapidly.
He understood that if he didn’t find a way to break the deadlock now, he would definitely be worn down by Su Jiu. His energy was already less than half.
That’s right…
A flash of sharp light flickered in his eyes. As long as he could withstand this sword attack and exchange injuries, he could then deal with the remaining priest and win easily.
“Iaijutsu.”
Although Feng’s figure was two meters tall, he still seemed a bit “petite” compared to the former. As the slash was unleashed, the strong energy contained in his hand surged again, finally wrapping countless maple leaves and firmly slashing at the middle-aged man’s bear-like back. In an instant, blood spurted out, and the saber almost cut through his spine.
“So hard.”
The ghost fire in Feng’s eyes flickered, clearly not expecting the gap between him, a beginner War God, and a middle-tier War God to be so vast. His surprise attack had not succeeded in killing him.
“The last fly, I guess…”
On the other hand, the middle-aged man’s face contorted into a hideous grin. He let out a low roar, enduring the sharp pain in his shoulder, and raised his broadsword, swinging it backward with immense force at an extremely fast speed.
“Die!”
Realizing that this was the opponent’s trap, Feng wanted to draw his saber, but it was caught by the other party’s bones. He stiffened, his finger bones even grinding sparks, but it was all in vain.
Even with Su Jiu’s buff, it was based on Su Jiu’s own base attribute bonus, which was not too high in this kind of combat.
Following that, the large broadsword swept across Feng’s waist with extreme speed and force.
“Bang!”
The terrifying gust of wind directly sent Feng’s skeletal frame flying into the air like a kite with a broken string, his bones scattering. Then, like an RPG game pack, his body dissolved into a red mist.
“Heh heh…”
Seeing this, the middle-aged man grinned slightly, exhaling slowly. His fist gradually opened, and he inserted the broadsword into the ground. He looked at Su Jiu with a hint of triumph.
“Little Priest, all your helpers are dead, leaving only you.”
“Thump! Thump!”
As the smoke gradually dissipated, the middle-aged man temporarily stopped the bleeding from the wound on his back with fierce fire before slowly walking towards Su Jiu. His high-quality body made the ground shake with each step, and the residual dust also leaped with each tremor.
Not showing the slightest hint of fear, Su Jiu looked at him with interest, her body leaning slightly forward, and then suddenly smiled.
“How much combat power do you have left? Fifty percent? Forty percent? Or even less?”
“It’s enough to capture you.”
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man stopped in his tracks, his eyes narrowing as he looked ahead. He spoke in a deep voice, his gaze sweeping across the black domain that had not yet dispersed.
A premonition of something ominous arose in his heart.
“Enough?”
Upon hearing this, Su Jiu smiled, a playful expression on her small face. She then produced a storage bag and slowly poured the shining magic crystals inside into the gourd at her waist.
The gourd emitted a faint glow, absorbing the magic crystals like a whale.
Watching Su Jiu’s actions, the middle-aged man’s unease began to deepen. He knew very well that he should be in the dominant position now, but his large, round eyes couldn’t help but stare fixedly at Su Jiu’s face.
“What do you mean?”
Even with a surge of power, the opponent’s strength was only at the beginner War God level. Why was she still so calm after all her subordinates were dead?
“I mean, if you only have thirty percent of your energy left, you can only surrender obediently.”
Su Jiu’s delicate face wore a playful expression. She was shrouded in shadows like a true Blood Clan Duke, confident and a bit sinister.
“Is there something strange?”
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man stopped, swallowed, and subconsciously used his mental power to scan his surroundings. After scanning, he could only arrive at one conclusion—
There was no problem at all; it must be the opponent’s ploy of feigning calmness to stall for time…
Once he realized this, he breathed a sigh of relief again. He looked at Su Jiu’s face, then slowly shifted his gaze to her ear, and suddenly thought of something. A smile appeared on his bear-like face.
“Give up struggling. If you are from the Blood Clan and have such a high bloodline, the young lady would be very happy if you were raised as a magic medicine.”
He tried to find a look of fear on Su Jiu’s face, but he failed almost completely. Her face always wore a smile, which even gradually turned into a sneer.
“As expected, many of you are aware of this.”
Upon hearing this, Su Jiu pursed her lips, but then she raised her hand and patted the gourd. A crisp sound echoed in the domain. The next moment, a change seemed to be slowly taking place in this space.
“What’s happening?”
As a middle-tier War God, the middle-aged man could naturally sense this subtle change. He subconsciously looked around, but found nothing.
Looking at the Blood Clan girl’s face again, he saw her raise her long sword, which shone with dazzling light, dyeing the entire area with its blood-red hue…
“Rise, everyone from the Shadow Society.”
Then, the girl’s clear voice echoed throughout the area. Black figures slowly stood up from the ground. His eyes widened slowly…
He looked at the Red Warrior blocking the girl like a vassal, and met its fiery gaze. He felt his limbs inexplicably go cold, and only one thought entered his mind—invincible, and…
Escape!
He had to tell his young lady that this was an army that would not die!
“Bang!”
At this moment, a violent destructive sound echoed from outside the black energy shield, along with a voice using external qi that diffused in:
“Liu Gang, what are you doing inside? Headquarters needs you to provide support!”
