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47: Chapter 36: Listen to the Sound of the Primordial Spirit Starting Up (Please Follow and Vote for Monthly Tickets) 47: Chapter 36: Listen to the Sound of the Primordial Spirit Starting Up (Please Follow and Vote for Monthly Tickets) Logically speaking, it was a common sight to see high-level monsters hunting and devouring low-level ones to replenish themselves, whether in the terrifying wastelands beyond the borders or in the relatively safer inner wastelands.

Conversely, low-level monsters also harbored desires to hunt high-level monsters for a chance to evolve.

Therefore, the area surrounding Black Widow’s nest should have been teeming with a substantial number of creatures.

But as Lu Bingwei made his way there, aside from encountering three human-headed griffins on the bridge, which he subsequently killed, he astonishingly didn’t see even a single other monster.

This was somewhat strange.

Could he have been mistaken?

Lu Bingwei began to doubt himself.

Just as he was hesitating, suddenly, his eyes narrowed with a sharp glint.

His piercing gaze saw a patrol soldier convoy near the prison, driving straight up to the prison’s entrance.

The individuals inside came out, holding a megaphone and shouting something at the door.

Soon the door opened, and a handsome, well-built man emerged.

And within a few seconds, the patrol soldiers suddenly chased after the young man, leaving a few others standing guard in place, seemingly alert and facing in his direction.

“????”

“Could it be that the Epic Black Widow has been killed by them, getting the jump on me?”

“They’re nothing but lowly patrol soldiers.

Since they’ve laid their hands on my prize, they’re only fit to die.”

Lu Bingwei first narrowed his eyes, then let out a cold laugh.

He was going to kill all these lowly mongrels.

The Curse Seal of Black Widow was his to claim, and he was determined to have it.

Without any hesitation, Lu Bingwei activated the Curse Tool “Floating Cannon·Qian Blue Burst” that had been predeployed.

Furthermore, he aimed at the only Transcendent in the patrol team he identified as the team leader.

Boom——

A precise strike.

Within the massive blue fireball explosion, including team leader Zeng Gui, those who were guarding the entrance and bore the brunt of the blast, simply melted away amidst the terrifying flames, leaving no trace of their bodies.

This was an excellent-grade Curse Tool, which had always been Lu Bingwei’s greatest reliance.

To use it on such a group of weaklings was almost a waste.

However, he had always been one to go full force like a lion hunts a rabbit.

A trace of ruthlessness flashed across Lu Bingwei’s face.

To brazenly kill a patrol team on the Wasteland, even as a Transcendent, was a capital offense.

But what of it?

All who stand in his way were to die.

Moreover, he was already a condemned criminal.

What more could happen to him?

Who could catch him?

What dogshit laws of the Human Alliance, mere formalities, might restrict lowly mortals at best, but I, who have transcended, should not be bound by them!

Nonetheless, this shot had only killed three people.

Although he had successfully eliminated the team leader, Lu Bingwei was still somewhat unsatisfied.

Because he needed to wipe out the entire group, leaving no survivors.

Otherwise, if they managed to escape and report back, and the Judgement Department learned of the incident and sealed off the area, it would become a significant problem.

“Mere insects, best you submit to slaughter quietly.

Why waste my time?”

A look of disgust appeared on Lu Bingwei’s face as he continued to aim.

Through the scope, the view became increasingly clear, even the walls that should have blocked his line of sight seemed to become translucent, gradually revealing the distinct outlines of the soldiers crouching behind them.

This was the sentry’s most powerful skill—the Eye of the Watchtower!

Eye of the Watchtower: When a sentry is stationed on high ground, aiming continuously at the same location grants a brief True Vision.

Unless the target hides in an enclosed darkness, any place where light can reflect will be momentarily captured by the sentry!

Suddenly, a few sparks appeared on the wall, indicating bullets flying toward him, but they failed to hit Lu Bingwei, who was hiding further back.

“Oh?”

Seeing those stubborn resisting patrol soldiers, even Lu Bingwei, who had assassinated countless low-level Transcendents and ordinary people, couldn’t help but chuckle.

To engage in a sniper shootout with a sentry holding the high ground from a lower position?

“Haha, you guys have quite the imagination.

“But to have discovered my hiding spot, you’re well-trained enough to be proud.”

These past days of suppression seemed to be unleashing at this moment.

He was going to thoroughly savor this one-sided massacre.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Bolstered by the effect of the Eye of the Watchtower, the thick prison walls were no match for him, as each armor-piercing shot drilled through the barrier and precisely executed his targets.

One shot!

The patrol soldier sniper’s head exploded like a watermelon, instantly killed.

Another shot!

A bullet entered a seemingly seasoned and savvy middle-aged man’s neck, bursting out of his spine, bisecting him like splitting a pig!

Then one more shot, just as Gu Pan was laying on the ground seeking a position, and a short, fat man next to her leaned over, he too was shot across the torso, becoming her unintended shield.

Through the wall, Lu Bingwei effortlessly shot and killed three people in succession, and he himself was completely unharmed.

He found the people below him laughably foolish, not deserving of the slightest bit of his pity.

Because they were so weak.

Weakness is the original sin.

However, he was no longer interested in playing games—he was eager to claim the spoils that belonged to him, that Epic Curse Seal of the Black Widow.

He had heard that an Epic Curse Seal would emanate a brilliant and enchanting golden glow.

It was hard to imagine just how beautiful, how intoxicating such a sight would be?

And all of this was about to belong to me, Lu Bingwei!

From now on, this Curse Seal would be known as the Lu Bingwei Curse Seal!

Suppressing the strong impulse about to burst forth from his heart, he prepared to continue picking off all the Patrol Soldiers.

There weren’t many of them left.

But at that moment, his expression turned to one of slight astonishment.

Because in the clear field of view of his scope, he saw a somewhat comical scene amidst his frenzy of killing:

Someone had rushed out of the main gate, and what was odd was that he was running backward, facing the prison gate.

And he was carrying a Bodhisattva statue taller than himself on his back.

“…”

What the hell?

He couldn’t possibly think of using that clay Bodhisattva as a shield to block my bullets, could he?

Ridiculously hilarious.

What kind of idiotic child with a wild imagination.

Hahaha.

Lu Bingwei’s lips curled into a smile.

He prepared to fire a shot that would pierce both the person and the statue, utterly shattering the young fool’s dream.

But the Bodhisattva statue was actually quite exquisitely crafted, lifelike in its detail.

Even though he couldn’t recognize its origin, the craftsmanship was excellent.

If he could sell it on the black market, there might be some rich collector willing to spend a fortune.

What a pity, this highly artistic piece of craftsmanship was about to be destroyed by his own hands.

Lu Bingwei sighed to himself, having already aimed completely at the young man, ready to shoot, when suddenly he felt his vision blur and his nose warm as something began to flow down.

He reached up to touch it and found it was thick, almost black blood from his nose.

“Hm?

What’s going on…arghhhh!”

Alarm bells went off in Lu Bingwei’s mind.

He was about to take defensive measures but only felt a buzzing in his head as if a glob of paste exploded, and he began to lose clarity of mind.

Blood began to overflow from all the openings on his face: his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.

“Damn it…

is this…

psychic contamination?!”

“That Bodhisattva statue—it’s problematic~”

As a seasoned Transcendent, Lu Bingwei quickly realized what he was facing.

He hastily ducked back, trembling as he fished out a row of syringes from his bag, uncapped them, and injected them into his arm.

This was a special sedative produced by the pharmacist association, designed to rapidly help Transcendents stabilize their psychically contaminated minds, and it was prohibitively expensive.

Feeling a lethal danger, Lu Bingwei decisively injected all six doses!

As the effects of the drug dispersed, in about ten seconds, Lu Bingwei’s mind gradually stabilized.

Relying on his profligate drug use, he had not died, but instead, was starting to pull through.

“Damn, what was that thing…”

While rubbing his head, Lu Bingwei suddenly heard a whooshing sound beside his ear; something was flying towards him.

He abruptly stood up, and his vision blurred momentarily.

When he focused, he saw the young man who had been holding the Bodhisattva statue mysteriously had flown up and landed right in front of him!

“How is that possible, he was over eight hundred meters away from me…

No good, there’s something eerie about this statue!

I mustn’t look directly at it!”

After all, he was a battle-hardened, seasoned Transcendent who had killed countless people; the surprise and shock lasted only a second.

Immediately after, Lu Bingwei averted his gaze while simultaneously maneuvering his Floating Cannon.

“Burst, activate…”

He adjusted the Floating Cannon’s target, aiming at the maximum range at this weird kid, preparing to initiate Blue Burst, planning to bombard the opponent with a long-range attack.

But just then, he saw the young man take up a very strange posture: he stood with his legs apart in a horse stance, lowered his waist as if anchoring himself like a thousand-pound weight, resembling the ancient Martial Arts practice posture mentioned in some books.

A Transcendent of the Martial Arts path—one of the three ways?

This thought had only just flickered through Lu Bingwei’s mind when he saw the youth in the bizarre heavy-weighted stance, his face twisted grotesquely as he coldly smirked at him:

“Go to hell.”

Accompanied by his soul-challenging question, a demonic, bone-piercing, frustratingly mad sound rang out—

Majestic yet alluring, grand yet bizarre, like chanting yet like the lament of a young woman, it intrusively pierced through.

In an instant, it burst Lu Bingwei’s eardrums!

“~Come on~ revel in it~”

Lu Bingwei: “?????”