Chapter Fifty-Nine: Lightning in the Rainy Night
At the same time, the combat automaton’s steel hands snapped back in an instant, then unleashed countless chains of iron that coiled tightly around the bald man, binding him firmly in place! He tried to turn and flee, but was unable to move, forced to watch helplessly as the eight sharp spikes bore down upon him with deadly force.
A combat automaton forged by the School of Mo! His underestimation had doomed him to die!
But—
Just then.
“Enough.” The blonde woman, whose eyes shimmered with light, stepped forward. In that moment, invisible ripples spread outward. The falling rain from the heavens froze in midair. The spikes aimed at the bald hulk halted instantly.
Gongshu Ming’s expression shifted; the eighty-two remaining combat automatons behind him rattled in unison. Yet fifty-six of them were seized by an unseen force, immobilized where they stood!
A psychic, telekinetic wielder!
Eighth grade!
Even so, the remaining twenty-six steel automatons roared and charged at the trio.
Watching those twenty-six steel titans rushing forward, the blue-haired foreigner sighed. “You’re impressive,” he said. “To die at the hands of Phoenix Society—no dishonor in that.”
He raised his hand.
“Condense!”
Rainwater surged from the ground, gathering into a mighty water dragon that thundered forth, crashing straight into the combat automatons! The rain at their feet became like chains, instantly binding their legs, even seeping through the cracks into the core mechanisms within!
In a split second, all twenty-six combat automatons froze in place.
“Boom!!”
The hundred-meter-long water dragon rampaged, shattering everything in its path. It smashed directly into Gongshu Ming, sending him flying.
“Go!” The blue-haired foreigner pointed again.
From all directions, countless raindrops exploded forth like blades, lancing toward Gongshu Ming!
“Mechanism, Shield Technique!”
No time to think, Gongshu Ming hugged the girl behind him; the mechanism box on his back snapped open, and slabs of iron sprang out in an instant!
“Clack!”
In the blink of an eye, the iron plates interlocked into a sphere, sealing Gongshu Ming and the girl within.
“Clang, clang, clang!”
The rain hammered the iron sphere like a million swords. Each strike left a dent.
Ninth grade, water elemental wielder!
Violent tremors shook the iron sphere.
The girl clung to Gongshu Ming in terror, hearing a weak voice: “Don’t worry, I will protect you…”
His bloodied face managed a strained smile.
But—
The next moment.
“Boom!”
Thousands of raindrops erupted. The iron sphere shattered instantly, Gongshu Ming coughed blood, and he was lifted from the wreckage by a giant hand formed from rainwater!
In the distance, the blue-haired foreigner was elevated by streams of water, looming like a god as he looked down upon Gongshu Ming. He spoke in a low voice: “You are still too weak.”
“Heh, three against one. Ninth grade, eighth grade, all coming at me—do you have the nerve to call out a seventh grade like me?” Gongshu Ming spat blood, laughing.
The blue-haired foreigner paused, then said, “In that case, your Great Xia’s mechanism arts are quite formidable.”
“And so, I can’t let you live.”
A blade of water formed in his hand.
At that moment—
“This time, I’ll protect you!” came a voice.
Gongshu Ming turned to see the girl who had been hiding in his arms standing tall, flames roaring across her body!
“Decent talent, my efforts to capture you weren’t wasted,” the blue-haired foreigner nodded, pointing.
The next instant—
“Boom!”
Rain gathered into a water dragon, extinguishing the girl’s flames and smashing her to the ground!
“Swish!”
The water blade was released, gleaming with flowing light, stabbing toward Gongshu Ming in the dark, rainy night.
Gongshu Ming gritted his teeth: “If I die, I die—eighteen years later, I’ll still be a hero of Great Xia…”
“Boom!”
Thunder rumbled from the sky, as if echoing Gongshu Ming’s tragic resolve.
A flash of lightning illuminated the world.
It struck the blue-haired youth’s head directly!
His head flew off, blood spraying.
No.
That wasn’t lightning—
It was the glint of a blade!
“Bang!”
The blue-haired youth’s body stiffened, slowly collapsing. His head rolled across the ground, his cold grin twitching, as if he hadn’t yet realized what had happened.
Blood stained the water.
A foot pressed down on the severed head.
A short blade dripped blood.
Rainwater dripped from the ends of his hair.
“You’re finished!” Seeing the youth’s silhouette, Gongshu Ming, still coughing blood in agony, burst out laughing.
Lin Fan, soaked in rain, raised his head expressionlessly, gazing at the blonde woman and the stunned bald foreigner, a cold smile on his lips.
“You may not know, but in Great Xia, we have a saying—”
“‘When friends come from afar—’”
“‘They must be slain!’”
The muscular bald man glared at Lin Fan, clenching his fists in rage: “You dare kill Charles!”
“Damn you, Xia man—die!!”
He charged at Lin Fan like a furious beast, muscles bulging, immense strength surging.
Lightning flashed in the rainy night.
It pierced straight through the bald man’s body.
“Bang!”
His heavy footsteps suddenly halted. He stared blankly at his own body, feeling his strength drain away. His clenched fists slackened, and he touched his abdomen.
There was a seam.
Why was there a seam in his belly?
He traced the line, and in the next moment—
“So that’s it.” In his final seconds, realization dawned.
“Bang!”
His body split in two, the halves crashing to the ground. Blood flowed, organs spilled.
Behind him—
Lin Fan, expressionless, flicked the short blade, spattering blood. The sharp edge was cleansed once more by the rain.
That strike had not only severed the bald man’s body, but even the rain suspended in the air was sliced apart in an instant.
“Splash!”
Only then did the rain resume, falling behind Lin Fan.
In the torrential downpour, Lin Fan turned to face the blonde woman.
He said nothing.
But she read three words on his face.
“Your turn.”
In that instant, though layers of rain separated her from Lin Fan, she felt death close at hand!
This was a demon from hell!
Through the curtain of rain, Lin Fan advanced, blade in hand, droplets dripping from the edge.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
His steady footsteps echoed like the tolling of a death knell.
The blonde woman stared in disbelief at the youth approaching through the rain, abandoning any thought of escape. Instead, trembling as if seeking an answer, she asked, “What—what is your grade?”
Lin Fan replied calmly, “Demigod.”
In the darkness of the rain-soaked night, lightning flashed once more.