Chapter 461: Invisible Demon's Suggestion
Chapter 461: Invisible Demon's Suggestion
Fifteen minutes after Explosive Tunnelopen, five kilometers south of the Blockade Zone.
At this moment, a player ranked among the Top Twenty on the Combat Power Leaderboard was under attack by two Derivative Beings.
Boom—
A violent explosion erupted street-side, spewing thick clouds of smoke and dust. Before the smoke cleared, three figures tore through the haze, clashing once again in fierce combat.
In an instant, fists flew like shadows, their metallic clangs echoing nonstop.
“Tch… Who are these guys?” Cai Bupai Nota Fear muttered internally. “Could there really be two such people in the Five Top Ten?”
If Feng Bu Jue were here, he’d immediately tell her—no. Because Feng Bu Jue had watched every single one of the forty-nine contestants’ Butterfly Arena videos, memorizing each participant’s nickname, appearance, and combat style.
“Hic…!” Suddenly, a hiccup cut through the air. A man with permed hair, a cigarette dangling from his lips and a wine bottle in hand, appeared at the street’s end.
The two Derivative Beings, upon hearing the sound, instantly ceased their assault on Fearless and leapt backward, warily fixing their gazes on the newcomer.
Data Recognition Activated:
—Firewall Breach
—Data Download
—Countermeasure Activation
External Data Library Initiating Download… Writing/Reorganizing/Writing/Writing.
Player Nickname: Meng Jing Chan
Level: 41
Title: Drunken Silver Sword
Height: 180 Centimeters
Weight: 70 Kilograms
Possessed Skills: ???
Possessed Equipment: ???
Danger Level: High
Voice Recognition: Established.
Current Coordinates: Y-142.
Tracking: Unavailable.
Control Status: Rogue.
Tactical Options: Calculating…
Since these two were merely Level-3 Derivative Beings from the Origin Organization without any mutation enhancements, their combat power paled in comparison to members above Level Two. While they could perform basic data analysis on players, facing top-tier players one-on-one would likely end in their destruction.
“The capture probability for a solo target has dropped to 7% and is falling,” one Derivative Being remarked to its companion upon spotting Meng Jing Chan.
“Mm… The chance of capturing both targets simultaneously is nearly zero,” the other replied. “Request reinforcements.”
“Fine, I’ll ca—” The Derivative Being’s words were cut short.
In a flash of silver light, its head flew skyward.
The intervenor was none other than Meng Jing Chan himself.
In an instant, he closed the distance from dozens of meters away, a single stroke severing the enemy’s throat.
If one could slow down Meng Jing Chan’s movements frame-by-frame, this scene would unfold: At that moment, his right hand plucked the nearly finished cigarette from his lips with thumb and forefinger, tossing it midair. Simultaneously, he drew the quicksword at his waist. In that same heartbeat, his foot executed the Space-Compressing Step, propelling him lightning-fast over ten meters.
Thus… the sword had barely left its scabbard when he already stood before his target.
His blade moved with impossible speed, so swift that the falling cigarette butt and the severed head hit the ground in perfect unison.
“Don’t let my current state fool you,” Meng Jing Chan quipped, launching into his catchphrase. “Once upon a time, I was an expert too~”
“You still are an expert,” Cai Bupai Nota Fear muttered internally. A few seconds later, she shuddered at the thought: What if that slash had been aimed at me?
“Human… Damnable!” The surviving Derivative Being’s fury erupted. Gritting his teeth, he lunged forward like an arrow, desperate to engage Meng Jing Chan in a death match.
But then—a massive hammer swung sideways from the flank, slamming into his charging chest with bone-crushing force.
Thus, the second Derivative Being met the same fate.
“Why did you help me?” Cai Bupai Nota Fear spun around, hefting her newly upgraded Enhanced Heavenly Thunder Mallet (the evolved form of the Heavenly Thunder Mallet used during her Mantle Scramble battle), addressing Meng Jing Chan. “This isn’t some damsel-in-distress scenario.”
Meng Jing Chan shrugged, sheathing his sword as he resumed guzzling from his wine bottle. “Miss, don’t you find these two who attacked you… slightly suspicious?”
“Oh?” Cai Bupai Nota Fear raised a brow. “What do you mean?”
“I mean… they aren’t players,” Meng Jing Chan replied.
“You’re certain?” she pressed. “Their capabilities aren’t bad, and their fighting style doesn’t resemble Npcs…”
“Heh…” Meng Jing Chan interrupted with a laugh. “Your jianghu side’s been awfully lax, haven’t you?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” she frowned, puzzled.
“For us studio contestants, there’s a strict rule—we must memorize the basic profiles of all fifty finalists and pass a test on them,” Meng Jing Chan explained, lighting another cigarette. “Don’t let my current state fool you… I barely scraped through.”
“You could’ve just said you know every finalist,” she countered. “Don’t drag our jianghu side into this—I’m no elite-class player.”
“Fair enough…” Meng Jing Chan said. “Anyway, what I’m getting at is—those two aren’t players. They’re…”
“Derivative Beings,” another voice chimed in, activating the sound system.
Both Meng Jing Chan and Cai Bupai Nota Fear turned toward the source.
The voice emanated from a battered building nearby—the very one that had been demolished during Cai Bupai and the Derivative Beings’ earlier battle.
Buzzzzz…
With an eerie hum, a crystal-like object floating midair drifted out slowly.
“What now?” Meng Jing Chan took another swig of beer. “Is this some legendary Coffin Flight?”
“I’ve only heard of Sword Flight,” the crystal—Invisible Demon—replied. Its tone was unexpectedly pleasant, like a warm radio host with a neighborly charm. “Besides… I don’t look anything like a coffin.”
“And you are…?” Cai Bupai Nota Fear hesitated, carefully choosing her words. She’d considered ending with “who” or “what,” but settled on a neutral phrasing since neither felt quite right.
“I am the Invisible Demon,” it introduced itself, “numbered among the Nine Death Spirits.” It paused. “My purpose here is to warn you both… abandon your squabbles and unite against the Derivative Beings.”
“Ah… I see,” Meng Jing Chan nodded. “Actually, that’s exactly what I was thinking.” And indeed, he’d saved Cai Bupai Nota Fear for that very reason.
Though Meng Jing Chan’s demeanor seemed slovenly, he was, at heart, a wise man. Having once fought alongside Feng Bu Jue against the Derivative Being Chi Tie, he well understood their terrifying capabilities. He knew one thing for certain—this situation was far more complex than it appeared…
(End of Chapter)
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