Chapter 30: The New Era’s Fake Hero and Fake Demon King

This place was indeed, as Mianbao had said, the Demon King’s Dungeon.

But it didn’t have as many as the rumored ninety-nine floors; in reality, it was only a few dozen.

And the Demon King had not been eliminated but had returned after two epochs.

The new generation’s Demon King, Ye Cheng, stood before Hu Qingyu and Mianbao like a towering mountain.

His upper body was bare, his muscular form covered in complex black tattoos.

A red and purple mist enveloped his hands and body, exuding an unsettlingly evil aura.

“Ye Cheng! I’ve had a hard time finding you.”

Hu Qingyu faced the different-looking Ye Cheng with no ripples in his heart.

This was good too; he wouldn’t have to hold back against Ye Cheng at all.

Ye Cheng maintained his awe-inspiringly evil appearance, revealing a row of white teeth.

“You were lucky not to have died under the claws of that magical beast called ‘Luopuluo’. But this time, you won’t be so lucky.”

“Just you?”

Hu Qingyu raised an eyebrow disdainfully.

“Even if I couldn’t beat you before, this time is different.”

Ye Cheng spread his arms wide, and the hands enveloped in mist transformed into a pair of pitch-black claws.

Behind him, the shadow of a man completely in red and a woman completely in purple gradually appeared.

“I have inherited the power of the Demon King!”

“He’s that Ye Cheng?”

Listening to the conversation between Hu Qingyu and the new generation’s Demon King, Mianbao finally remembered that this was the person Hu Qingyu had been trying to catch.

But this person had received the inheritance of the legendary Demon King.

To catch him with just herself and Hu Qingyu would be a very difficult task, wouldn’t it?

“Oh?”

Ye Cheng’s gaze shifted to Mianbao.

The intense desire in his eyes made Mianbao shiver uncontrollably.

He licked his lips.

“I didn’t expect that after only a few days in this world, you’ve already found yourself a woman?”

“As expected of a prince. Such a beautiful person, I’m afraid it would be hard to find another one like her, right?”

Ye Cheng’s gaze remained glued to Mianbao’s exposed long legs and chest.

“Don’t worry, after I beat you half to death, I’ll let you watch me dote on your woman!”

“Am I someone you can look at just because you want to!?”

Mianbao wrinkled her nose and said angrily.

This person’s mouth was full of filth; he was definitely not a good person.

“Hmph, Miss Mianbao, you go to the back and cover me.”

Hu Qingyu snorted coldly.

With one hand in a five-clawed shape, he condensed a sword in his hand from a strange black, mist-like substance.

Without “Frost Quench” in hand, he could only use the so-called spiritual power in his body to form a longsword.

Mianbao nodded, took out the folded “Sirius,” and retreated a few steps.

Sirius had two modes.

The expanded mode was used as a sniper rifle, while the folded mode could be used as a giant pistol.

In this situation, using the folded mode was undoubtedly the best.

“Hahaha! Overestimating yourselves!”

Ye Cheng laughed loudly, a pair of red and purple demon wings unfurling from his back as he soared into the air.

“Although I haven’t completely merged with Xifeilisi, this power is more than enough to deal with the two of you!”

“Bang, bang!”

Two roars of gunfire mercilessly shattered Ye Cheng’s boast.

Two silver bullets accurately hit Ye Cheng’s demon wings.

“So noisy.”

Mianbao said indifferently, lowering Sirius, its muzzle still smoking.

Her azure eyes, which were originally intertwined with various emotional colors, were now like a sea surface with no wind, calm and without ripples.

“That’s very impolite, you know. Someone else hasn’t finished speaking yet!”

Ye Cheng flapped his wings.

The silver bullets, still hot from the intense friction with the air due to high-speed rotation and movement, fell from his wings, clattering crisply on the floor.

Ye Cheng’s wings were completely unscathed, with not even a trace of being shot to be found.

He extended his right hand’s demon claw, and at the same time, the red man’s shadow on his right side made the same movement as Ye Cheng.

A red magic array appeared in Ye Cheng’s hand.

An ominous fireball shot out from the magic array, rushing towards Hu Qingyu and Mianbao with a sharp hiss.

“Miss Mianbao, be careful!”

Hu Qingyu’s figure remained motionless.

His pitch-black longsword continuously swung out, not very easily shattering the scorching fireballs that attacked him.

At the same time, he didn’t forget to warn Mianbao.

“Don’t you worry about me.”

Mianbao put away Sirius and leaped back several times, easily dodging the fireball offensive.

“Is this magic?”

Ye Cheng looked at his right hand that had just shot out the fireball and said excitedly, “It’s so convenient, much more convenient than flying knives and steel wires.”

He grinned, and swung both hands at the same time.

Four magic patterns unfolded before him, and fireballs and ice arrows rained down on Mianbao and Hu Qingyu like a storm.

“Die!”

Hu Qingyu focused on dodging Ye Cheng’s dense attacks, his longsword occasionally swinging out to cut down those not-so-high-level magic fireballs or magic ice arrows.

But Mianbao was not as composed as Hu Qingyu.

Rolling, spinning, and leaping, she relied solely on her own agility and the flexibility trained by Kunta and the others to dodge the attacks.

Although most of the attacks were dodged by her, some stray fish still grazed her fair skin, drawing a few trickles of bright red blood.

“To be able to control four magic arrays and use two different types of magic at the same time, his strength is probably at the level of a human level-seven magician!” Mianbao said coldly.

“Got it.”

Hu Qingyu replied verbally.

With a tap of his toes, he leaped up, and taking advantage of the gap when Ye Cheng was not casting magic, he raised his pitch-black longsword and stabbed at him.

‘Although I don’t know how strong a level-seven magician is, there are still levels eight, nine, B, A, and S above it.
I guess he’s not ridiculously strong.
With me added, we should be able to fight Ye Cheng.’

The pitch-black blade constantly hummed and trembled, its tip, glinting with a pitch-black cold light, stabbed straight at Ye Cheng’s throat, a vital point.

Summer Cry Sword Style—Chirping Cicada.

In Ye Cheng’s pupils, Hu Qingyu’s shadow continuously enlarged.

He sneered, and swung his claws out again, directly meeting Hu Qingyu’s blade.

“Petty tricks!”

Ye Cheng grabbed Hu Qingyu’s blade and kicked his right foot viciously at Hu Qingyu’s lower body.

Hu Qingyu’s reaction was also extremely swift.

As Ye Cheng’s foot kicked out, he simultaneously raised his own foot.

Their legs collided, making a muffled sound in mid-air.

“The distance is right!”

Mianbao took this opportunity to dodge the magic and distance herself from Ye Cheng.

The “Sirius” in her hand instantly expanded.

The power of “Sirius” in its expanded mode was several times higher than in its folded mode.

“Let’s see if your wings can block this!”

Mianbao pressed her eye to the scope, accurately aiming at Ye Cheng’s demon wings.

Even though he was constantly moving, Mianbao could stick to him tightly.

Her index finger pulled the trigger.

The silver bullet, with a spiraling trajectory, shot out of the muzzle.