Chapter 167: Chapter 126: Dragon Head Painting
When he could finally move again, he was horrified to see Jun Buxiao puff out his chest and face the Ink Shadow Dragon head-on, looking completely unafraid of death. He immediately activated his Miracle Technique again.
"Move, and you die!"
Gu Qiutang struck hastily, flashing in front of Jun Buxiao and slashing at him with his saber.
Jun Buxiao was sent flying by Gu Qiutang’s slash. He slammed into the high wall of shadow and was swallowed by a faint ripple.
When it was spat back out, a crude "Jun Buxiao" doll fell limply to the ground.
Jun Buxiao emerged from another shadow wall, straightened his mask that had been knocked askew, and scolded, "I say, Little Tangtang, what was that slash for?"
Gu Qiutang’s figure flickered strangely. He reappeared still in mid-air and began to fall helplessly, a wry smile spreading across his lips beneath his bamboo hat.
He had used the back of his saber.
The reason for Gu Qiutang’s wry smile was that he had intended to save Jun Buxiao with the back of his saber, only to realize it had been completely unnecessary. Even without his help, Jun Buxiao’s Miracle Technique was mysterious and ever-changing; he had already switched his real body with the doll substitute at some point. Even if he had taken the blow, he wouldn’t have been seriously injured.
This just went to show that even as colleagues in Ye Weiyang, they knew next to nothing about each other’s Miracle Techniques. Every member was a master of the "concealment" aspect of their Miracle Technique, keeping its Restrictions and rules deeply hidden, never to be revealed unless absolutely necessary. Forcing two Twelfth Moon Level Ye Weiyang people to coordinate was truly asking too much of them.
BOOM!
The city gate shook violently.
It all happened in a flash. The Ink Shadow Dragon, flowing with dark light, seemed to taunt the Twelve Kitchen Gods, drawing them in before tearing through the twelve massive shadows with devastating force. The terrifying power pierced the city wall, leaving a hole the size of a bowl, before the small Flying Saber vanished into the night sky.
Yue Yan hadn’t made a move from start to finish.
Or rather, the situation in the clash of Miracle Techniques between Upper Four, Lower Four, and the Mighty Painter changed so rapidly that even if Yue Yan had wanted to intervene, she wouldn’t have known which side to help.
What shocked her beyond belief was that Zheng Xiu had used only a single move to fight two Twelfth Moon members alone without being at a disadvantage. Even if he’d had an advantage due to the nature of their Miracle Techniques, it was still clear that Machoman Zheng Shan’s strength ranked at least within the top six of the Twelfth Moon.
A short, quiet whistle reached her ears. Yue Yan looked toward the sound, surprised that Zheng Xiu would be so brazen as to use the Zheng Family’s Brotherhood secret whistle to send a message. Though others wouldn’t understand it, the act was tantamount to whispering intimately right in front of two members of the "Twelfth Moon." Yue Yan immediately played dumb. As she listened, her fingers flexed, ready for action. She stepped onto a thin thread hidden in the darkness and crouched in mid-air, putting on a show of being a Ye Weiyang agent on high alert for a sneak attack from the Mighty Man.
Jun Buxiao gesticulated wildly, and with a wave of his scissors, shadowy figures appeared one by one on the street. The dark silhouettes stirred, like a host of phantoms, surrounding him.
Civilians lay scattered on the ground. This was long past the point of worrying about "harming the innocent."
Despite being thwarted repeatedly, Gu Qiutang lowered his bamboo hat, once again assuming the "Immovable Stance" as he watched for a sneak attack from the Mighty Man.
The Mighty Man was nowhere to be seen on the street, but Jun Buxiao, confident in his "Shadow Puppetry," believed that as long as he maintained the technique, the Mighty Man—no matter how mighty—was a Fierce Tiger in a cage, unable to escape.
Confidence.
Total confidence...
Utter and complete confidence...
Jun Buxiao remained confident for a full fifteen minutes.
The two of them held their defensive stances, completely still.
Suddenly, Jun Buxiao slapped his mask and let out a choked laugh. "That guy... don’t tell me... he ran away?"
