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Chapter 240 - 239 Soldier (Be Safe)

Chapter 240: Chapter 239 Soldier (Be Safe)

Don Quixote felt a chill at the sight of the wreckage around him. He had indeed abandoned the Hunting Eye.

Initially, he was supposed to flee with the Hunting Eye. But he realized that with the loss of one arm and a leg, he wouldn’t get far with another person.

It was better to let the Hunting Eye draw the [Great Wall]’s attention while he made a quick escape.

So, he left the Hunting Eye behind, sprinting toward Li Changhe, seeing that the Demon Beast Species was already dead.

The guy with the azure Flame Mask also seemed heavily injured. His right elbow was broken, and his left hand was bleeding. He was barely holding onto the hilt of his blade, fixed in place by strands of black hair.

Despite not having a [Sequence Gene], he launched such a large-scale attack at a great cost. He probably couldn’t even move now, right?

Even though he was missing a hand and a foot, he still had a symbiotic Demon Beast Species. Combined with his Extraordinary dual cultivation prowess, dealing with an overly exhausted [Player] should not be an issue!

He could either kill or use him as a hostage.

"Extraordinary Soldier... Heh, I want to see just how capable that Extraordinary character, Tang Lai, is!" Don Quixote thought as he looked at the eerie figure standing atop the Black Sheep about ten meters away.

"If I break his arms and legs and take him away, the [Great Wall] should hesitate to freely use their [Skills] to attack me, right?" Don Quixote wasn’t certain, the [Great Wall] had its fair share of ruthless people.

Like the one chasing after him. If the other party doesn’t intend to compromise, Don Quixote could at least take one person with him! It’s a pity that he won’t be able to see the grieving faces of that fellow’s friends and family. Don Quixote felt a bit regretful.

He had to take a chance. But first, he needed to deal with this guy... Li Ba, was it?

The [Sun Halo] had suffered heavy losses under his hand, so he’d taken his revenge on it.

The Drop Dragon Slap would catch up in about three seconds. He had to capture this Li Ba within those three seconds!

That’s what Don Quixote was thinking when he saw the azure flame suddenly flare up on that figure.

Not running away, but taking a step forward, the figure disappeared in an instant.

The next instant, the sound of bells tolled in Don Quixote’s ears, like a funeral bell ringing.

At the same time, an azure light flickered above Don Quixote’s head. Li Changhe swung his sword down!

"He dares to make a move!" Don Quixote cursed inwardly as a baby-like figure abruptly materialized over his head.

The baby was pitch black all over, with a large head, its face grinning as it reached out to meet the blade of the Mo Blade.

Demon Beast Species, Ghost Mandrill.

Originated from a legend in a certain country. It is said that a certain general discovered his wife’s betrayal. Enraged, the general killed his wife, only to find that she was pregnant with his child.

In his grief, the general thought of a way to keep the child alive.

He took out the stillborn and wrapped it in gauze before refining it through some method.

It became a spirit body baby that protected its father, and the general never lost a battle ever since.

Whenever the general faced danger, the baby would appear to save him.

Of course, Don Quixote did not use any normal means, and he had no child either.

This was a Demon Beast Species he had cruelly created by killing a pregnant woman and refining it with hatred and resentment.

It was only coerced out by Li Changhe’s attack.

The Ghost Mandrill met the blade of the Mo Blade with both hands, forming a hexagonal light curtain.

When the Mo Blade struck the light curtain, it made a noise like shattering glass.

Don Quixote turned around and threw a punch in an instant. The residual right hand emitted a faint golden light.

Buddhist Transcendent imitation physique, [False Vajra Prabhutaratna Body].

With this punch, Li Changhe’s leg was bound to be broken.

However, Li Changhe didn’t move. As he lowered his body, he stepped on the hilt of the Mo Blade, and a loud gear-turning noise came from the hilt.

[Mechanism Jet] effect activated!

Blue flames roared out, and with the weight of Li Changhe, the Mo Blade instantly shattered the light curtain, cutting the Ghost Mandrill behind it in two.

Don Quixote’s face wildly changed and quickly jumped away. Just a graze across his chest had him wincing in pain.

His fake Buddhist Physique could not withstand this single blow!

In an instant, Don Quixote gave up the idea of dealing with Li Ba. His body just thought about retreating.

But he saw Li Changhe’s left hand tremble slightly, and the blade traced a complete circle leaving a deep mark on the ground. Without any pause, it struck again towards Don Quixote.

The moment that dislocated his left hand was not due to the preparatory action to lift the blade again.

But to use the acceleration of the [Mechanism Jet] to quickly carve out a circle for another attack!

"Madman!" Don Quixote couldn’t dodge in time, he could only block with his fists, his body flipped by the powerful force.

"Crack!"

Pain shot through his arm.

The Mo Blade had already sliced open his fist, cutting directly into his forearm, and now Don Quixote fell to the ground, his elbow propped up.

The Mo Blade vertically cut it more than halfway, his once proud physique offered no defense against the Mo Blade’s power.

The Mo Blade was only two centimeters away from Don Quixote’s neck.

Watching the blue flame on the back of the Mo Blade gradually disappear, Don Quixote’s face turned pale as he shouted, "I surrender, I confess. I will surrender everything to the Tianyan Association. Don’t kill me!"

The response to him was a cold laugh.

Li Changhe, who had been unable to focus, was now acting solely on the voice in his mind.

How could that voice let go of the kill that was within arm’s reach? He was the embodiment of the human desire to kill!

With a ’crack’ from his left hand, he put his dislocated arm back into place. Li Changhe lifted his right foot and stepped on the back of the Mo Blade, and the sound of gears turning echoed again.

"Wait! Don’t kill me!" Sensing Li Changhe’s malice, Don Quixote screamed in terror, "I have information you need!"

He was originally a violent thug, and now exposed his fear in front of a greater violence.

He feared death, never considering that many people had begged him for mercy before he mercilessly took their lives with laughter.

Now, it was simply a role reversal.

Just as the blade cut open Don Quixote’s arm and was about to sever his neck.

A sigh sounded, "He can’t die just yet."

Without knowing when, a hand caught the blade, its long fingers defined and strong. The Mo Blade under full power couldn’t move a bit.

It was a man in his mid-twenties, wearing a combat trench coat. He shook his head, "But I guarantee he will undoubtedly die later. So... let him live for a while."

The Drop Dragon Slap arrived, intending to save Li Changhe. But Li Changhe nearly killed Don Quixote in three seconds. He hastily stepped in to stop it. Although the Drop Dragon Slap would be happy for the Tianyan Association to die, [Great Wall] really needed information.

The bronze mask raised slowly to look at the young man, who in turn maintained an impassive demeanor.

As if another enormous malice was seen.

The voice in his mind let out a resentful roar, then gradually faded.

The sensation of pain also gradually returned, Li Changhe exerted himself to pull out the Mo Blade and breathe, "What is... that?"

"A soldier... a kindred spirit." The Drop Dragon Slap kicked and broke Don Quixote’s neck with his foot.

"Welcome to the hellish beauty of this place, remember this feeling." The Drop Dragon Slap chuckled, "The price is too high..."

His voice carried a certain bitterness. It was a pain that only kindred spirits could understand.

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