Chapter 1782: Chapter 1777: Three Blades of the White Mask
Indeed, karma is a cycle, and retribution is inevitable.
Inviting soone to go to prison together is sothing I seem to have done not long ago.
Faced with the sudden change in circumstances, Fu Qian sighed deeply in his heart at that mont.
Of course, although the materials used in this prison look solid at first glance, it doesn’t pose much of a challenge for to escape.
On one hand, I am a professional in prison breaks, and on the other hand—it’s just closed; the door isn’t even locked.
The rampant prisoners only drew the seam they entered tightly closed, where in such standardized prisons would one find such advanced self-locking?
However, this doesn’t an the action is aningless, aside from showing a strong intention of retention, the volu of the door closing was quite spectacular too.
So much so that while the echo lingered, Fu Qian had already heard the sound of suddenly accelerating footsteps.
Not only locking himself up but also conveniently calling the prison guards, isn’t this fellow a bit too eager to get a reduced sentence?
Certainly, there’s sothing peculiar.
The prisoner who managed to sound the alarm successfully still showed no intention of retreating, standing there staring dead at this side, seemingly ready to cooperate with the prison guards at a mont’s notice.
Instantly beset on all sides, the situation was intricate, even the likelihood that the person in front of was a Night Watchman informant was rising rather than declining.
And the countdown to the Pseudo-Divine Being’s transformation is almost starting its final count, leaving little ti for to figure things out.
Fortunately, Fu Qian wasn’t planning to figure it out either.
Faced with a prisoner showing clear linguistic capabilities, he didn’t ask a word, just swung a blade down directly.
…
Respect the role played, when did the White-faced Person ever talk more?
Moreover, no matter what is asked, the response is bound to be 99% reverse probing, is sacrificing the authenticity of the role worth it?
When choosing this appearance earlier, the strategy that maximized benefits for this trip was actually already set—just chop, leave the discerning work to the Night Watchman.
For Fu Qian, the strongest thought in his mind at this mont was how using such a weapon in a narrow space was truly inhuman.
While striving for charm rather than 100% restoration, Fu Qian didn’t skimp on the length of the Broken Long Blade, which the White-faced Person values as life.
The result is that, in this confined space, not bouncing the blade requires so skill.
As for why in such a fitting situation the blade was chosen to be bone instead of the original shiny surface?
On one hand, polishing requires more effort, and on the other hand, the choice serves a purpose.
Sss—
Pros and cons are relative, a long blade is troubleso to wield in small places, but it also makes it troubleso to hide.
Indeed, the prisoner in this cell is an expert capable of making achievents despite their cri.
Facing a swipe as swift as thunder, he, who had anticipated what Fu Qian might say, narrowly avoided and barely lost half an arm.
Even that severed hand barely touched the ground before it began reversing, much like ti rewinding.
Possessing similar self-repair capabilities.
Quickly reaching a conclusion, Fu Qian seamlessly hacked out a second blade.
Clang!
Yet this ti, the opponent didn’t retreat but instead advanced, with an unusually resolute stance narrowing the distance, directly deflecting the blade, making the next attack difficult to perform.
“Who are you?”
Even simultaneously, seeming to have found sothing, asked coldly.
…
Indeed a veteran.
At the opponent’s response strategy, Fu Qian couldn’t help but give praise.
In this environnt, countering long weapons by closing the distance really is a good choice, also easy to think of.
The difficulty lies in the determination to implent.
In combat skills, this person is obviously of a different class than the Plain Knight.
And such prompt questioning also showcases perceptive thinking.
The sudden firmness in tone isn’t a mistaken assumption from before, he actually doesn’t know the White-faced Person.
Quite the opposite, he not only knows, but is very certain that I am not, hence the question.
Why did this change co only after being slashed once?
Simple, the last ti I realized the White-faced Person’s extraordinary nature was also after being slashed once.
The special power on the blade represented by grease directly caused the wound on my chest to never heal.
Frankly speaking, to so extent, this trick is quite suitable for a battle between the self-repairing force of this place and itself.
All in all, my slash didn’t carry this special effect.
Under this anomaly, the opponent imdiately issued a questioning.
Such a performance precisely proves that the prisoner not only knows this appearance but also knows what it’s like to get slashed by the Broken Blade.
Rich in combat experience, broad in knowledge, decisive in action, could he not just be an informant, but actually a Night Watchman?
Rapidly speculating, Fu Qian felt no embarrassnt from being seen through, silently drawing back.
Thud—
Unfortunately, the next mont, the decibels were still exceeded.
A deafening sound tearing through the eardrums ca from the side, as it appeared a Plain Knight, identical in appearance, arrived, hamring heavily on the bars with a Heavy Fist.
Although showing extraordinary resilience not to shatter directly, the bent iron gate clearly couldn’t be opened.
…
No wonder there’s no need to lock it.
Absorbing the scene, Fu Qian deeply felt indeed everything has its logical side, anwhile, the Plain Knight’s large shield was already being swung.
Under even more exaggerated noise, finally, shattered tal flew in.
Obviously, it doesn’t care if there are people redeeming themselves by ritorious service inside.
anwhile, under such continuous massive noise, more footsteps were clearly approaching.
Additionally, it’s effortlessly observable that the damaged prison cell doesn’t show signs of fast restoration.
Is this suggesting that to counteract, one needs to use their weapons?
Hmph—
Fu Qian grabbed the hilt of his blade with both hands.
Only by mastering the sword can one master the mind.
It still underestimates the composure of a top Swordsman.
Knowing that slashing down might reveal doubts, why slash anyway?
Of course, because that doubt is explainable.
At that mont, Fu Qian disregarded the fragnts that splashed onto his body.
Stepped, turned, in a closed space seemingly irrelevant to him anymore, the long blade drew a terrifying arc, slicing through all obstructions, until ripping through the Plain Knight’s upper body.
Unlike previously, this ti the blade was no longer that wet appearance, but rather engulfed by blazing golden flas.
Everything can be exposed; what’s not to be revealed?
The closer the prisoners are to the Night Watchman, the greater the significance of this trip.
Soon they’ll receive news, the golden fla not only devoured the White Head Holy Church, but even the fragnts of belief and the White-faced swordsn were eroded.
The reason the wound no longer contained healing-stopping power is because the “grease” was ignited, altering the nature of the power.
Whichever way you look at it, it’s a great story.
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