“Clang!”
Another deafening explosion of sound rang out!
Under the impact of the massive force, Fengyun Tianxia's forward momentum was finally completely checked, and he was even knocked slightly backward by the shock.
Cheng Shuili did not let up, her blade style unfolding like a raging storm!
Slash, hack, shave, wipe!
These words, which Su Rui had lectured her on countless times, were all put into practice!
The Night Hunt transformed into streaks of silver lightning in her hands, attacking every vital point of Fengyun Tianxia's body from all sorts of tricky and ruthless angles.
Her strength was fully unleashed, and every strike contained enough force to split solid stone.
Although Fengyun Tianxia possessed astonishing defense and superhuman strength, he was ultimately no match for Cheng Shuili.
Under Cheng Shuili's relentless and unrestrained assault, he was forced to swing his dagger repeatedly to block, his feet constantly retreating as he stepped into the splashing mud and water.
Following an unstoppable diagonal strike from Cheng Shuili, the dagger Fengyun Tianxia used to block was violently knocked aside, leaving his center wide open! Cheng Shuili seized this fleeting opportunity, the Night Hunt long blade carving a cold arc as it struck precisely at his neck!
“Puchi!”
A dull, teeth-grinding sound echoed out.
This time, it was not the clashing of metal, nor the dull thud of striking cured leather.
The edge of the Night Hunt had truly cut through!
Fengyun Tianxia's rapidly retreating figure stiffened abruptly, his movements frozen in an instant.
The inhuman indifference on his face finally shattered, replaced by an expression of incredulous shock. He seemed to want to look down, but his head tilted at an unnatural angle before finally detaching completely from his neck, rolling onto the ground and splashing mud and water everywhere.
The headless body swayed for a moment before collapsing heavily to the ground with a muffled thud.
A deathly silence fell over the warehouse, leaving only the pitter-patter of rain drumming against the roof.
The burly man and the woman hiding behind cover witnessed this scene, the color draining from their faces as their eyes filled with terror and shock. Their greatest reliance—the invulnerable, omnipotent boss—had actually... been beheaded?!
Cheng Shuili slowly withdrew her blade. There was not a trace of blood on the edge of the Night Hunt. She frowned, looking down at the incision; was this thing... solid?
Cheng Shuili's gaze, previously cold and sharp, lifted with a flicker of surprise. She crouched down on the spot and examined the object carefully.
The cut was smooth and flat, as if it had been neatly sliced open by a blade.
And that, indeed, seemed to be the case.
Cheng Shuili frowned. Not wanting to touch the thing rashly, she straightened up after a moment of thought and raised her hand to turn the Abyss Ring on her finger.
This thing—whatever it was... could it be inspected?
That was what Cheng Shuili thought, and so she did it. Trying it out wouldn't cause any trouble, and if it succeeded, wouldn't she know the truth about this thing?
Her plan was sound, but reality was cruel.
【Insight Failed】
Cheng Shuili stared at the four characters for a long moment, then suddenly realized this wasn't entirely a failure.
At the very least, it proved this thing was not a monster.
So... not a monster, immune to bullets, capable of speech and combat, and even able to join dungeons as a team like a player—what on earth was this thing?
Cheng Shuili frowned, lifting her eyes to look at the woman and the burly man who had been shivering since Fengyun Tianxia's death.
Since she couldn't come up with an answer, she would just have to ask.
Cheng Shuili's gaze, like a physical ice pick, instantly pinned the pair behind the cover.
The tip of the Night Hunt tilted slightly toward them. Though she remained silent, a frigid killing intent and an unquestionable demand for answers permeated the air.
The burly man and the woman shuddered, the last vestiges of color draining from their faces. The shock of their boss being beheaded had not yet passed, and now the gaze of this god of slaughter had fallen upon them.
“Don't, don't kill us!”
The burly man broke first, his voice choked with tears as he crawled out from behind the cover using his hands and feet, holding his hands high. “We'll talk! We'll tell you everything!”
The woman's face was ash-gray. She stood up slowly, her eyes darting away, not daring to meet Cheng Shuili's gaze; it was clear she had lost all fighting spirit.
If a monster like their boss could be beheaded, the two of them weren't even enough to fill the gaps in the other party's teeth.
Cheng Shuili didn't speak, merely gesturing for them to continue. Ailin and Xinxue's gun muzzles remained locked firmly onto the pair, ensuring that any suspicious movement would immediately turn them into a sieve.
“W-we don't know what the boss... no, what Fengyun Tianxia actually is!”
The burly man spoke incoherently, rushing to explain. “We met him at the garbage station. You must know it, big sister—there's a black market there. When we met him, he was being sniped by the guards, and he displayed this kind of ability, which is why we followed him!”
“Yes, yes!” the woman quickly added, her voice parched. “He rarely spoke, but whenever we had a problem, he would solve it for us. This time, he only said he was coming to find... to find you. He said as long as he dealt with you...”
She stopped abruptly, as if she had said something she shouldn't have, an expression of regret instantly crossing her face.
The burly man beside her glared at her with a look entirely different from the cowardly expression he had worn moments ago.
Seeing their reaction, how could Cheng Shuili not understand? They weren't telling the truth; they were hiding something from her.
It was a pity Su Rui wasn't here, so she would have to handle it herself.
...
The sound of rain tapping against the roof seemed to be amplified a thousand times, crashing heavily against the hearts of the two survivors.
The woman was frightened by the icy coldness in Cheng Shuili's eyes, which felt almost physical, and she nearly collapsed into the mud.
The burly man's scalp went numb, and he rushed to shout, “He said! He said as long as we followed him and were willing to pay in supplies, wealth and glory would be guaranteed for us in the future!”
“Speak clearly.”
Cheng Shuili responded coolly; that wasn't the point.
She didn't believe these two shrewd people would trust in “wealth and glory” just because of a single sentence from him.
By comparison, the woman was even less capable of seeing the situation clearly. Now, the two of them were just fish on a cutting board, and whether they could survive depended entirely on the mood of the blade-wielder, the Crow.
The woman fell to her knees in the mud, her voice trembling as she began to speak: “He is not a player—no, he is a player...”
“Are you crazy!” the burly man roared, forcing himself to stay standing as he cut the woman's words short.
“You're the one who's crazy!” The woman whipped her head around, shrieking at the burly man. “Fengyun Tianxia is already dead! If we don't tell the truth, what good outcome could we possibly have? It doesn't matter if I lose my life, I don't want to be tortured like you!”
She turned back to Cheng Shuili, speaking at high speed as if afraid that if she were even a second slower, she would be torn apart by the Night Hunt: “He is a player, but he is not a player from this region!”
How could he possibly be a player?
Cheng Shuili was losing patience, the tip of the Night Hunt resting against the woman's neck.
If she didn't say something fundamental, Cheng Shuili was truly going to strike.
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