Apocalypse Forecast

Chapter 1041: Chapter 807: Next

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, a blond man with flamboyant earrings walked over, stood in front of her chair, and performed a mechanical dance. His movements were skillful and slick, eliciting whistles from many.

Some people even took out their phones to film it.

Finishing the dance crisply, he smoothed his hair and smiled at the teenage girl in the gray dress: "Hello, do you want to play the violin, Miss? We can play together."

Yuan Yuan looked down, glanced at his seemingly friendly smile, and the tiny needle marks on his wrist beneath his cuff, then looked away.

"I’m sorry, but I’m waiting for someone, no time."

"I can wait with you." The man stuck to her like glue, leaning in and warmly telling her, "I can wait as long as it takes."

"It won’t take long."

Yuan Yuan softly said, "They are about to arrive."

Behind her, the piercing sound of tires screeching against the ground echoed.

A massive truck came to an abrupt stop on the street. Behind the Huaizhi Corporation logo, the truck doors opened, and several men looking like workers jumped out.

They set up roadblocks at the front of the intersection.

At the other end of the street, another car similarly stopped, barricading the traffic hub, completely sealing off this bustling thoroughfare.

In fact, it was all just for show.

Two roadblocks were set up, a vehicle stopped, and then they left their things behind and turned away.

Leaving a large gap for people to pass through.

A shortcut left for escape...

Like a doghole.

An unsettling atmosphere spread silently, causing the blond man’s expression to stiffen.

Immediately, a voice came from beside him.

"Excuse me, please move aside."

Yuan Yuan glanced at him, "My performance is about to begin."

The case at her feet opened on its own, as the Mountain Monarch’s Giant Sword burst out with a sonorous cry. The sharp and fragmented whistle was so piercing, carrying a penetrating force akin to musical aggression, spreading in all directions in an instant.

Like the cold wind, it involuntarily tightened the skin of everyone, causing shivers and goosebumps.

The biting ferocity conjured an illusory tidal sound, nearly swallowing everyone whole.

The blond man faltered and stumbled backward, instinctively.

Finally aware of the ferocious nature hidden beneath that beautiful facade. It was not the toy he had imagined, but an unimaginable... Predator!

Now, right beside Yuan Yuan, the heavy giant sword revealed its menacing cold gleam.

The Howl of the Mountain Monarch proclaimed its presence.

Without the need for three to speak, the fierce tiger was already walking the bustling city streets, mercilessly challenging its opponents in the hunting grounds.

Informing them— I’m here.

Here on this broad Long Street, a performance neither gentle nor graceful was about to unfold.

"Tsk..."

The smoking man was momentarily taken aback, then became regretful and displeased.

The guard beside him gleefully remarked, "I told you, you should’ve done something."

"There’s nothing I could do." The smoking man put out his cigarette, "Nor did I want to... it’s just a pity."

"What’s a pity?"

"It’s hard to find such a suitable girl to be a model again."

The man lamented, already foreseeing the future: "Hope it doesn’t get too out of hand, otherwise cleaning the road will be troublesome."

At that moment, disturbed beasts lifted their eyes.

In the cozy music of the mall, the dynamic rhythms of nightclubs, the husky songs of nightspots, warriors adorned with alcohol, beauty, and luxury simultaneously lifted their gaze.

Felt the provocation coming from afar.

Thumbs instinctively pushed the sword hilts at their waists...

Anticipating the coming struggle.

Behind doors, under overpasses, within windows, those cold eyes looked towards this place.

More responsive than them were the managers here.

The man no longer smoking watched on from afar, but the old man in a robe couldn’t stand idly by, leaning on a cane, he asked, "Young girl, I don’t know who you’re looking for, but isn’t suddenly blocking the road a bit too domineering?"

"Blocking the road?"

Yuan Yuan appeared puzzled, pointing behind her, "No, look, the sidewalks are quite spacious, aren’t they?"

As if she understood nothing.

After issuing the provocation, she considerately left an escape route for her opponents.

But any warrior with the strength to wield a sword wouldn’t choose such an option.

From this moment, it was destined: those who want to walk out of here honorably, had no other choice but to face the duel of blades...

"Reckless."

The old man disappointedly withdrew his gaze, looked down at the blonde man slumped beside him, "Ryudo, do you know her?"

"...No, I don’t know her, nothing to do with me!" Ryudo shook his head vigorously, his face deathly pale.

"Then what are you lying here for? To be a practice target for her blade?" The old man scolded, if not for the fact that he was a subordinate of an acquaintance, he would have long ignored him: "Get lost!"

The man on the ground staggered to his feet, scrambling to get away, but quickly froze in place, not daring to move.

Felt the piercing cold.

From the icy young man in front.

"Shinmen-ryu, Zou Hō Yayoi—"

The young samurai lifted the hoodie off his head, revealing a sturdy sword hilt from the bag behind him, he raised his eyes and stared at the challenger.

"Are you aware of what you’re doing, you insolent brat?" he said, "I don’t adhere to the notion of not cutting women..."

"What if you get cut by a woman, wouldn’t that be even more disgraceful?"

Yuan Yuan retorted, leaning on the Mountain Monarch, "No need for pleasantries, aren’t the people in line still waiting?"

Right behind No, in the crowd, dozens of ominous killing intents rose, the samurais lifted their crimson eyes, already impatient.

In that instant, thunder erupted.

The hurricane spread with the roar of Space Break.

Not even waiting for Yuan Yuan to rise from the chair, a cold iron light surged from the torn sack, accompanying No’s sprint, sweeping forward.

From that tachi, difficult to hold within the sack, emerged an exaggerated large tachi, surrounded by the phosphorescence of flowing water, resonating with the thunder, threads of electric arcs surfaced.

The reflected face was as cold as a ghostly spirit.

In a moment, it was within reach.

Shrink the ground!

But then, the slash abruptly halted, frozen in place.

Only the high-pitched sound of metal colliding spread, in an instant, everyone’s vision blurred, only to see two sparks shooting out from the air.

The piercing sound pained everyone’s eardrums.

Immediately, both sides crossed paths.

No’s movement stiffened in place.

Until now, everyone noticed... the weapon in his hand was two blades!

Aside from the large tachi, there was a hidden wakizashi at the back waist of his sweatshirt.

— The so-called Shinmen style was actually dual-blade!

But now, a gap appeared on the large tachi, and the wakizashi was severed in half, clattering to the ground.

Falling with it was also the half cord from the hoodie...

A silent crack emerged on the sweatshirt, right in front of his throat, the remaining chill seeped into the bones, offering a real throat-slitting pain.

No’s eyes widened, incredulous.

If only the woman on the chair had made the slightest mistake, he would be separated into pieces, just narrowly...

Yet she never stood up from the chair.

"Leave the sword, you can go."

Yuan Yuan turned to say goodbye, then looked forward: "Next!"

Such nonchalant attitude made the samurais’ anger spread like a tsunami, instantly, countless swords chimed unsheathing sounds.

If it was like watching a play before, now they couldn’t avoid taking it seriously in the face of the tragic precedent.

And on the high chair, Yuan Yuan still pressed the Mountain Monarch on her knee, gazing at her opponents.

Waiting.

The next person stepped forward...

While in the truck behind her, Wood Cottage wore sunglasses, leisurely reclining in the laid-back driver’s seat, legs crossed, and whistled.

"Two books right at the start, today is indeed a good day..."

Bang!

A high-pitched sound rang, his whistle paused for a moment.

Now, it’s three books!

In front of Yuan Yuan, the man who drew his sword had a face like cast iron, gripping the long knife desperately, but under the Mountain Monarch’s suppression, the blade still pressed down inch by inch.

Sword Blade, already close by.

Unable to hold up, gasping for breath.

With Yuan Yuan’s hand slightly shaking, twisting her wrist, the subtle vibrations spread, transmitted on the sword, erupting with the tiger’s thunderous roar!

This is, Rubbing strings!

The sudden shock spread along the contact of Sword Blade and knife edge, instantly driving the Drummer’s Strength into the opponent’s body, blackening his vision.

By the time he realized, he was already airborne, falling backward.

Crashing onto the ground.

The long knife flew out of his hand.

"Next!"

Yuan Yuan spoke coldly, like a ticket clerk behind a window, reminding opponents to queue in order, civil duel.

But actually, it didn’t matter if it wasn’t orderly, a bit savage was fine.

Just like this, she effortlessly solved the first, second, and third, thoughtfully vanquished the fourth, fifth, and sixth, until the seventh and eighth started to gang up, finally making her rise from the long chair.

But when she stood on the ground at that moment, she awaited the ninth to enter.

Waiting for the ninth opponent to stand before her...

Amidst the chaos, only a high chair stood alone beneath the traffic light.

The warm-up exercises were finally over.

But somehow, even though facing the current match, it was hard to gather spirit.

Facing opponents over ten times her number, she actually got distracted.

Inexplicably recalling scenes from not long ago.

"Little Brag, this is your ailment..."

Once, the elder who was like a monster said to her: "If it isn’t resolved, I’m afraid your entire life will fail to achieve true accomplishments?"

As he said this, his smile was both regretful and mocking, as if overlooking an unrelated tragedy, coldly delivering an irresponsible judgment.

Without warmth.

Just, gloatingly enjoying her predicament, mercilessly destroying her, beating her down, until she had no strength left even to hold the sword.

"That’s enough for today." The elder hoisted the Wolf Fang Club, waved indifferently: "Rest time is over."

"Please wait a moment..."

In the daze, she instinctively propped up her body, looked at the back, "What do you mean just now?"