Chapter 694: Chapter 628: Have You Ever Heard the Sound of "Puchi"? (2)
"Clap clap clap clap clap....."
The incessant clash sounded like a violent storm pounding on a tin roof, with continuous metallic tremors reverberating through the air.
Amidst the frantic exchange of fists, Feng Yuhuai, the instigator, was not idly standing by.
She bent low and rolled, her waist twisting like a nimble snake, slithering rapidly across the ground.
Her movements were so fast that they left afterimages, and in a flash, she had darted behind Zuo Bai, placing a solid palm on Zuo Bai’s back heart.
Unlike the forceful style of the "Nine Yang Red Skill," the inner strength generated by the "Sunflower Dao Scripture" was not overpowering but extremely venomous, easily penetrating skin, flesh, and bones, and seeping into the internal organs.
"Uh—!"
Zuo Bai’s body shuddered violently, a metallic taste welling up in his mouth, and the enormous impact drove him half a step forward as swarms of nanobots within him died off.
Zuo Bai, struck heavily on the back, let out a muffled groan and immediately retaliated with a backhand strike.
But just as his arm was halfway through the swing, he hurriedly switched tactics, bringing it back in front of him.
The tall Night Watcher was already there with both claws hollow, as if grasping two invisible balls of air.
The invisible air twisted wildly, collapsing and converging toward the palms, emitting a sharp hissing from the writhing muscles.
It was as if a giant python rolled in his palm, ready to crush everything.
Double Flood Dragon Pearl!
A killer move from the "Nine Yang Red Skill."
Zuo Bai forcibly halted the sweeping arms, his electronic eye’s iris rapidly constricting, calculating within a millisecond the weakest point in the opponent’s charge.
Then, he straightened his arms and braced himself to forcefully confront it.
Four fists collided in midair with a deafening explosion.
Zuo Bai’s splayed nanobots fractured on impact, as the Night Watcher’s fiery vigor seeped like magma into his bones.
"Sizzle sizzle sizzle!"
A harsh sizzle accompanied by pungent white smoke rose, his arms trembling violently, the stark white alloy bones reddening as molten-like cracks surfaced.
Feng Yuhuai saw Zuo Bai’s arms broken and let out a mocking laugh from beneath the Black Mask.
Personal martial prowess is outdated; it’s about whose side justice is on now.
Clearly, justice sides with the many.
So what if I can’t beat you? As long as I can call for backup, it’s fine!
Feng Yuhuai lunged forward, her form hurling faster, more venomous, and more cunning!
Instead of a frontal assault, she exploited the moment Zuo Bai was restrained and injured, unable to effectively defend his lower body, choosing a critical angle for entry.
Her target was so precise it was shocking, and so sinister it was terrifying!
— Zuo Bai’s groin!
"Die!" Feng Yuhuai’s fierce shout carried a cruel thrill.
Zuo Bai instinctively clamped his legs shut, but it was still too late, only feeling an icy chill sweeping across his crotch.
"Crack—!"
The sound of shattering eggs was crisp and pleasant.
"Uh... ah ah ah ah ah—!!!!!!!!!"
A non-human wail erupted from Zuo Bai’s throat, filled with such pain and anger that it could make anyone’s skin crawl and souls shudder.
Even with his pain nerves suppressed, Zuo Bai almost fainted from the agony.
His eyes nearly burst as he watched helplessly as Feng Yuhuai’s fingers grabbed and pulled in his groin, then disgustedly flung it aside like tossing out garbage.
"Splash—!"
Two bloody, slick, round objects flew from her fingers.
The entire process took about 0.5 seconds.
Zuo Bai stood motionless in his place, stunned for 0.5 seconds.
The tall Night Watcher also stood transfixed, a primal shiver stemming from masculine instinct making him similarly frozen for a full 0.5 seconds.
Feng Yuhuai’s strike held both enemy and ally simultaneously, creating an eerie synchronic rigidity.
0.5 seconds later.
The tall Night Watcher reflexively clamped his legs together, casting a slightly sympathetic glance at Zuo Bai.
Coming to his senses, he retracted his fingers, extending his gorilla-like arms, fiercely clawing at Zuo Bai’s head, clapping his palms together in midair.
When it hit...
It was the sound of an egg breaking.
Zuo Bai snapped his head back, his bloody face jerking away.
As he was about to crash into a villa filled with construction materials, he pushed himself with his cracked arms off the ground, forcibly changing direction in midair.
[Destiny] was hidden inside the house.
He could die, the egg could break, but he must not expose [Destiny] because of his own actions.
This was Zuo Bai’s bottom line; he was indeed too loyal!
This scene slightly widened the mouths of several people inside the villa, their eyes unknowingly moistening.
If a man remembers to protect you even when his egg is crushed, he must love you dearly.
Zuo Bai succeeded, at least for this second, the favorability of Team 103 towards Zuo Bai rose by +1+1+1+1...
Zuo Bai twisted his wrist, rolling and flying off along the ground.
He rose like a lazy donkey getting up, crotch soaked red and chilly.
He glared angrily at the two Night Watchers, with no fear in his eyes, not even a hint of wanting to escape.
For having lost the burden below, his mind was unprecedentedly sharp, his intracranial chip’s operation speed skyrocketing to the limit.
"My blood won’t flow in vain; the more pitiful I appear now, the more blood I shed, the greater my future chances of survival are."
He silently calculated in his mind:
"For every 100cc of blood I shed, my survival probability increases by about 0.4%, provided I am not actually killed by these two Night Watchers."
Zuo Bai wiped the blood off his face, glaring complexly at the two Night Watchers.
Feng Yuhuai attacked him, he could understand, it was private vengeance, but why did the Night Watcher beside her also attack him?
What puzzled him more was how Feng Yuhuai, clearly an Evil Sacrifice host, infiltrated the Night Watcher organization.
Zuo Bai gathered his thoughts, ceasing irrelevant contemplations.
He coldly watched the two Night Watchers closing in from the left and right, suddenly pulling a mockingly sardonic grin:
"Ha, a fine case of black protecting black!"
He paused, the electronic eye zooming in and out meaningfully:
"But, it’s not just you who have accomplices, I’ve got mine too!"
A cold gleam exploded in his eyes, yelling towards a hunched figure suddenly darting from the shadows:
"Old Huang, save me!!!"
......
The hunched old man darted ghost-like towards the agent’s villa.
The wind filled his loose old shirt, creating a howling lament, his wax-yellow skin stretched taut by the air currents, resembling a piece of weather-beaten tree bark.
Though he moved at breakneck speed, he remained alert, sweeping his gaze watchfully toward the roadside grass.
Out of fear that a [Mask] would suddenly leap from the grass to ambush him.
After all, with [Mask]’s treachery, hiding like Voldemort in the grass seemed just par for the course.
Yet, the journey was surprisingly calm; the anticipated ambush never appeared.
This unusual "safety," far from offering any reassurance, instead tightened like a noose, making Xiaojiu’s heart feel an increasingly ominous foreboding, almost bursting forth.
His premonition came true.
But instead of [Mask], came an odd "splash" sound.
The sound was creepy and hair-raising.
The hunched old man had rarely heard it, a moist, sticky, indescribably mushy sound.
Oddly, this nauseating noise evoked a vague, familiar feeling buried deep in his memory, as if he had heard this nightmarish sound long ago.
This sound... when had he heard it?
The hunched old man furrowed his brows, wracking his brain, when suddenly his parched lips quivered, a rare flash of light glinting in his eyes.
He remembered.
It was when he was very small, so young he barely knew his own name.
Probably the day he was given the name "Xiaojiu."
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