Chapter 39: Ko no Dio Da

The pink-haired girl in the lead touched her lips with her cute little finger and said softly, “The auras of those three people don’t seem weak at all.”

The gray-haired man said disdainfully, “These pieces of trash from the heretical cult, even if they were a Third Form Phantom Soul user, I wouldn’t be afraid.”

The pink-haired girl turned her head to look at the gray-haired boy, curiously watching him and saying, “Wow, an Initial Form fighting a Third Form~ So impressive!”

As she spoke, she even made a cute (ง •̀_•́)ง gesture.

The gray-haired boy’s neck turned red from her retort, and he started spouting nonsense like, “Can the Initial Form of a super squad even be called an Initial Form?” and “I’m a rare genius,” among other things.

The originally solemn atmosphere was filled with a touch of joy.

Liu Zhuang looked at the two of them helplessly, sighed, and pressed their heads with his huge palms.

Only then did the bickering pair quiet down.

The scar-faced Liu Zhuang touched his special iron-forged, brown-colored gauntlets and led the two towards the lone attic.

The three Protectors, their eyes slightly narrowed, seemed to have sensed the tyrannical aura outside.

They opened their eyes.

The one in the middle was a middle-aged man with medium-length hair, wearing a gray shirt.

He had a pair of gloomy eyes and held a white blade in his hand.

On the left was a man with short black hair and a black short-sleeved shirt.

His attire highlighted his neat and tidy appearance.

Four palm-sized throwing stars, shimmering with a subtle light, circled around him.

On the right was a bald man in a long white-sleeved shirt.

His shiny, egg-like head reflected a strange light under the moon.

A two-meter-long golden iron rod was held across his chest.

The man in the middle spoke: “Qi Yu, Han Chen, let’s go. Let’s go welcome our friends who have come from afar.”

Han Chen, dressed in the black short-sleeved shirt, said impatiently, “Yang An, you’re really long-winded~”

After he spoke, a “boom!” was heard, and the roof of the attic was directly blown off.
Although the attic was built for leisurely sitting, and thus was an all-wood structure, it couldn’t be so easily blown off.

It should be said that the entire front and roof sections were blown off.

All at once, the moonlight shone down unrestrainedly, spilling over the three cult Protectors sitting on cushions.

Liu Zhuang clapped his hands, rubbed his neck, and his brown gauntlets still had a faint yellow glow.

Wood chips fell from his hands to the ground.

Qi Yu, the bald man, opened his eyes.

Seeing Liu Zhuang who had violently demolished the house, he suddenly shot out like a spring, rushing towards Liu Zhuang at extreme speed.

The long metal rod dragged behind him, and the distance of ten-odd meters was closed in an instant.

Qi Yu brandished the long rod, and the shimmering golden rod descended from the sky, seemingly about to smash Liu Zhuang to bits.

Liu Zhuang’s gauntlets lit up again, his body emitting a brown light.

Countless light spots, visible and invisible, appeared on Liu Zhuang’s body.
A large amount of energons decomposed rapidly.

In his consciousness space, a pair of brown gauntlets emitted a special power, and this power was the reason why Liu Zhuang’s gauntlets had turned brown.

At the same time, the muscles on Liu Zhuang’s body suddenly contracted, his legs bent, and with a powerful push from his thighs, a huge depression was stomped into the solid ground, almost creating a hole.

“Boom!!”

Fist and rod met.

The ground immediately cracked like a spiderweb, and then the cracks spread.

A huge crater was then blasted out, and Liu Zhuang was sent crashing down to the floor below by the metal rod.

And on the other end of the metal rod, Qi Yu, who was tightly gripping it, his hands trembled continuously, his face turning red and pale, his chest heaving violently, as if suppressing something.

“Not bad!”

The voice came from the floor below, or more accurately, from the second floor.
One strike had sent Liu Zhuang directly down to the second floor, breaking through three layers of flooring.

In the darkness, Liu Zhuang patted his shoulder, stretched his body, and the creaking sound was exceptionally crisp in the dark villa.

Seeing the other two attackers appear, Yang An quickly said, “Qi Yu, go and hold him off! Han Chen, we’ll take one each.”

As he spoke, he charged directly towards the pink-haired woman with his blade.
First move, best move.

The main reason he chose the pink-haired woman was that among the auras Yang An sensed, the woman’s was the weakest.

You pick the softest persimmon to squeeze.
There were still ten minutes until the altar was activated.

For Yang An and the others, these ten minutes were not a life-or-death gamble.
They just had to find a way to hold on for ten minutes.

Therefore, a weaker opponent meant a higher chance of survival.

Han Chen muttered disdainfully, “Tch~”

Before his voice had even fallen, his figure vanished as if erased by an eraser, disappearing directly under the moonlight.

Shi Yidie watched Yang An rushing towards her and said to Fang Han with a smile, “One each, okay~”

As she spoke, she drew a slender sword from her waist.

It was very fine, almost difficult to spot in the dark night.

But unlike a competition foil, the slender sword was not completely straight but curved like a plum branch, with hundreds of flowers carved on it, reflecting a pink brilliance under the faint moonlight.

“The flowers say~ you won’t see tomorrow’s sun~”

A wind from an unknown source carried thousands of pink petals, drifting towards Yang An who was rushing towards her.

And the slender sword in Shi Yidie’s hand had disappeared.

“Tch, flashy, stinking b*tch, watch me cut you down with one strike!”

Yang An held his long saber and charged towards Shi Yidie, facing the flower petals, seeming to not take the falling petals seriously at all.

The moment the flowers and the man met, Yang An turned back and ran in a bizarre posture, while the flowers, which had launched a full-scale attack, hit nothing but air.

Shi Yidie smiled as she watched Yang An, who had suddenly turned back, and said with a laugh, “Oh~ you found out?”

A flower petal flew towards Yang An at extreme speed.

Yang An quickly dodged, and the petal grazed his clothes.

Schlick~

A cut was made in his clothes.

The petal cutting the clothes made no sound; this sound was dubbed by Shi Yidie herself.

Yang An frowned and said, “Are they blades~ a stroke of bad luck.”

He thought he had chosen the weakest one, but only after fighting did he realize she was a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

It turned out the strongest ones all liked to keep a low profile.

And on the other side, Han Chen suddenly appeared in mid-air with a whoosh, four throwing stars of different colors revolving around him.

Fang Han held his black battle saber, which had not yet changed color, looked arrogantly at the person in the sky, and cursed, “Doesn’t the wind up there blow your balls sore?”

Hearing this, Han Chen showed no reaction.

“Tch~”

Seeing Han Chen’s lack of reaction, Fang Han tutted.

It seemed the guy in the sky was planning to wear him down.

Fang Han knew that he was the only one whose strength hadn’t broken through to the Second Form, so his flying ability was still a bit lacking.

He had spent a lot of effort just to show off earlier.

Fighting in the air was not his specialty.

However, a mountain man always has his clever tricks.

The reason Fang Han was so arrogant was that he really had his own skills.