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Chapter 22: A Bunch of Paupers Playing with Their Lives
Chapter 22: A Bunch of Paupers Playing with Their Lives
The night wind howled, filled with murderous intent.
A figure darted through a small forest, frequently glancing behind.
"Did I shake them off?"
His eyes narrowed, and he gritted his teeth, channeling his limited spiritual energy to continue his frantic sprint.
The Wind Riding Technique, which he had activated, did not bring him any comfort. Instead, it only added to the burning panic within him.
Behind him, a blue-robed cultivator was chasing him on a flying disk, moving at breakneck speed.
"Wednesday, you can't run forever!"
Wednesday ignored the taunt, speeding toward the Wailing Moon Mountains (replaced "Howling Moon Mountains" for a more fitting English equivalent).
If he could make it into the mountains, he could use the complex terrain to lose Gideon (transliterated "Gao Ting'e" to an English equivalent).
The speed of wind riding far exceeded that of a flying disk, but the spiritual energy consumed by the technique was much greater than that required by a flying disk.
Gideon's face was dark as he followed at a distance.
Whenever he sensed the gap widening, he would channel his spiritual energy to close the distance.
"Hmph, instead of running back to the Raven's Peak Clan's (replaced "Broken Mountain Gang" with a more context-fitting English equivalent) headquarters, you're running blindly into the wilderness. You're truly inviting your own death."
With a sneer, Gideon held a talisman in his hand, ready to activate it at any moment.
However, as the scenery around him changed, his expression grew increasingly uncertain.
"No, he's trying to run into the mountains!"
The members of the Raven's Peak Clan were far more familiar with the surrounding mountains than those who spent their lives traveling the great rivers and lakes.
If he managed to run in, hiding for a couple of days, Gideon would be at a loss.
"Fine, I'll have to waste this Divine Velocity Charm" (replaced "Divine Speed Talisman" with a more fitting English equivalent).
Without hesitation, Gideon put away his flying disk and attached a brown talisman to his body.
Channeling his spiritual energy, a yellow glow enveloped him, and he shot forward like a dirt dragon.
The distance between him and his prey narrowed rapidly.
Realizing this, Wednesday's heart raced, but no matter how much he pushed his spiritual energy, he couldn't widen the gap.
The Wind Riding Technique had its limits.
"Wednesday, die!"
With a light shout, a flying sword shot from several hundred meters away.
Swish!
Wednesday stumbled but didn't fall, instead running even faster.
Gideon recalled the flying sword, which was stained with fresh blood.
"Quite resilient, I wonder how many more rounds you can take."
Gideon continued his pursuit, the night wind on his face providing a slight sense of relief.
"Brother, save me!"
A desperate cry echoed through the night.
Lucas (transliterated "Luo Chen" to an English equivalent) face was grim as he hid behind a door, a stack of talismans hanging from his waist and a Soul Piercing Nail (kept the original name as it seems to be a specific, context-dependent term) in his hand.
"Save your mother, don't come this way!"
His inner complaint went unheard by Wednesday, who was charging straight toward his house.
"This is the Great River Clan's (replaced "Great River Gang" with a more context-fitting English equivalent) business, all irrelevant people, scram!"
With a roar, a massive fireball suddenly appeared in the dark sky.
Through the door's crack, Lucas's eyes widened in shock.
Damn, what are you planning?
The next moment, the fireball descended like a meteor, targeting not only Wednesday but also Lucas's courtyard.
Boom!
Gideon landed gracefully, the yellow glow around him fading, the Divine Velocity Charm now useless.
Amidst the burning ruins of the half-collapsed house, he looked down at the body on the ground.
"Quite the actor, aren't you?"
Before he could finish, the body on the ground flipped over, and a flying sword pierced it, pinning it to the ground.
With a cold laugh, Gideon glanced around.
"Are you going to come out on your own, or do you plan to burn to death inside?"
In response, another fireball flew at him.
"Such a petty trick, and you dare to show off in front of me!"
Gideon raised his hand, and a brown shield of light enveloped him. The fireball struck the shield, causing a ripple of brown light before dissipating.
With a wave of his hand, the flying sword on the ground shot back into his grasp.
"Senior, show mercy!"
Gao Ting'e looked at the disheveled man who had tumbled out of the window and shook his head in disdain.
Just a fourth-layer Qi Cultivator, a complete waste of time.
Suddenly, he roared, "You dare!"
Another fireball shot toward him.
The fireball itself wasn't terrifying; what enraged him was that a mere fourth-layer Qi Cultivator would dare to attack him after seeing him.
In a fit of rage, he readied his flying sword.
As for the fireball, he didn't even give it a second thought.
His Wei Earth Shield was renowned for its unparalleled defense against most low-level spells. Not just fireballs, even Meteoric Fire Rain couldn't breach it.
But the next moment, his expression changed.
The fireball, upon dissipating, revealed a black light that sliced through his Wei Earth Shield like a knife through tofu, drilling straight into his chest.
Pierce!
"Soul Shredder."
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Under the cover of night, a shadow moved like a ghost, hands continuously forming seals, launching fireballs one after another.
Gao Ting'e tried to raise his Wei Earth Shield again, but the relentless barrage of fireballs left him no chance to catch his breath.
"His casting speed is incredible!"
That was Gao Ting'e's last thought before he fell.
Luo Chen stood two hundred meters away, his eyes fixed on the fallen body.
"It could be a feigned death; I've used this trick myself, and the previous guy did too."
"So, I need to test it!"
Without hesitation, Luo Chen launched another fireball.
Bang!
The body didn't react, seeming completely lifeless.
Luo Chen was still unsure. At this distance, if the man was faking, he could still make a run for it.
But who would feign death if they weren't truly in a desperate situation?
Luo Chen's eyes lit up, and he muttered a short incantation, his fingers moving swiftly.
A green light, like a vine, snaked out from the ground, wrapping around the cultivator's neck.
Zing!
The sound of a sword rang out, startling Luo Chen. He immediately increased his spiritual energy input.
The vine tightened around the neck, twisting it twice before dissipating.
"Really just a feigned death. Too bad this trick doesn't work on me."
Luo Chen breathed a sigh of relief and approached the body.
Looking at the mangled neck and the twisted expression on the face, Luo Chen felt unusually calm.
There was no anger at being dragged into this, nor any satisfaction from defeating a formidable enemy.
Sometimes, adapting to a certain environment was surprisingly easy.
Luo Chen had always been good at adapting.
He just marveled at how the Vine Bind technique could actually kill someone. He'd never mock that particular deity king again.
He shook his head, but the movement felt a bit eerie with the sight of the mangled neck.
Luo Chen began to search the body with practiced ease.
A swallow-shaped flying sword, the quality of which he'd check later.
A lotus leaf flying disc, which he recognized as a low-grade flying magical tool. It cost 150 spirit stones at the Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion, about half more expensive than a common first-grade low-quality one.
The magic robe was destroyed.
Hmm, there was also a close-fitting inner armor. No wonder he survived my Soul Shredder and a dozen fireballs.
Unfortunately, it was mostly ruined.
No spirit stones? No cultivation techniques? No storage bag?
Damn, what a pauper!
Luo Chen cursed as he searched another body.
In the end, he only found a set of flying knives and a small pouch of spirit stones. Nothing else.
Damn, another pauper!
"A bunch of paupers, risking their lives every day!"
Luo Chen muttered, looking at his burning house with a mix of frustration and helplessness.
"The local gangs are really impolite!"
(End of Chapter)
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