Chapter 857: Chapter 855: Ignition (29) Chapter 857: Chapter 855: Ignition (29) “The air in this fire is poisonous!”
Back at the Unseen Hillock, within the exquisitely decorated carriage, Fu Qian uttered a heartfelt exclamation.
This mission had failed in a rather peculiar way.
Throughout the journey, with each step tightening the noose, whether it was the natives or the Hunting Squad, he had maximized information extraction to the fullest.
However, the seemingly most valuable piece of information had paradoxically led to the mission’s failure upon attempting its use.
In retrospect, it was fortunate that he hadn’t directly snatched a fire talisman earlier; otherwise, he may have had to restart much sooner.
Every step had indeed been fraught with danger, befitting an item of such caliber.
For a mont, Fu Qian silently admired it in awe.
Although losing san and restarting are setbacks, he never felt that the arduous pursuit ending in failure was valueless.
Stay true to your heart, you need to enjoy the mission to complete it.
And incorrect information is still information.
So the question arises, what conclusions can be drawn from the previous incorrect information?
First and foremost, the mission had not yet failed before his contact with the fla.
This ant that the possibility of mission completion still existed at that ti.
Even as he reluctantly blended into the environnt of the Unseen Hillock, with the difficulty of killing the Saint gradually increasing.
And while it’s still uncertain why contact with the flas directly led to failure,
Starting from the outco alone, his best choice seed to be the lightning-fast strategy of the Hunting Squad.
Strike quickly and head straight for the target while the contamination level was at its lowest to execute the kill.
If necessary, one might even consider activating a Pseudo-Divine Being to lessen the impact.
While contemplating, Fu Qian tid his movents and shifted slightly to the side.
His face was still unmasked, but, unlike the first ti, his movent was in the opposite direction.
Boom!
The next mont, a loud crash resounded as a heavy billboard plumted from above, turning the glamorous carriage into an open-concept once again.
Hahaha…
Mad, hearty laughter erupted overhead, as Brother Clown made a flamboyant entrance.
As Fu Qian tossed aside the billboard that had landed on him, Clown had made a leap of faith and, with soup splashing everywhere, landed squarely in front of him.
With Fu Qian’s coordination, this ti Clown hit the target straight away, so he didn’t drop a second billboard.
Of course, the scene that greeted him the next mont caused his excitent to hiccup.
“Ballard?”
Staring at Fu Qian amid the scattered fragnts, Clown’s voice oozed with skepticism and undisguised disgust.
The reason for his reaction was simple—Fu Qian wasn’t wearing a mask but had chosen to transform into black Mirror Armor.
“I didn’t ruin your grand entrance, did I?”
Beneath the Face Helt, Fu Qian’s voice erged in a low chuckle, throwing a question back at Clown.
“You’re not Ballard.”
The Clown’s disdain for Order Keepers was evident, and his familiarity with Ballard allowed him to make an instant judgnt.
Because Fu Qian hadn’t even attempted to mimic the voice.
“So, I’m not Ballard—does this piece of news please you or not?”
Fu Qian neither confird nor denied, asking again instead.
“You’re not Ballard, but you were deliberately waiting for ?”
The intelligent Clown imdiately sensed the hint of a conspiracy.
“Waiting for to disrupt order, even intentionally getting hit by debris, then capturing afterward? Since when has this city gained another justice-seeking ssenger?”
“I must admit, though, that you’re much more adaptable than Ballard!”
“Thanks for the complint.”
Fu Qian sounded completely indifferent to the accusation of baiting and enforcing.
“I agree; that guy is indeed a bit dull—”
“You’re the sa.”
Unfortunately, Clown didn’t seem to appreciate it, coldly interrupting Fu Qian’s comntary.
“Even more dull, in fact. Do you know why?”
“I know, you despise any sensation that feels orchestrated.”
Fu Qian nodded in agreent, repeating the iconic line.
“Humanity needs Chaos; without it, life’s just too boring.”
“Don’t worry; you’ll get your wish soon enough.”
Before the words had fully settled, a black armored arm gripped Clown’s head.
“As you said, I’m much more flexible in my thods than Ballard.”
As he spoke, Fu Qian’s fingers ca together.
Amidst the spattering juices, Fu Qian remained spotless, casually tossing aside Clown’s corpse.
One could see that the black viscous fluid, glimpsed previously, still struggled to repair the bruised skull.
Unfortunately, a series of Air Bullets followed, rendering the attempt futile.
No way around it; he was pressed for ti.
It certainly wouldn’t do to just walk away, not with a Hunting Squad lurking in the shadows.
And after all that transpired, the audience must have surely had their fill.
Standing upright, Fu Qian sized up the two figures approaching from front and back.
Still there were the baby-faced Demigod Aike and Xiung’s Puppet Demigod.
And on the forr’s face, the deanor of having everything in control remained unaltered.
This was understandable, as his exchange with Clown must have been an open secret to them.
And the content had explicitly confird that he was an indigenous Demigod.
That was enough; the aspect of whether he was brutally capable held no significance for the Hunters.
“Outsider?”
Of course, for Fu Qian, this distinction was significant, as he now knew the full extent of their intrigues.
Therefore, without any fuss, he dived straight into the heart of the matter.
The Demigod-level deductive prowess undoubtedly gave Demigod Aike a profound shock.
Her smile faded, and she halted, scrutinizing Fu Qian in detail.
“On you…”
However, Fu Qian’s examination appeared even more ticulous than hers.
“Indeed, hahaha…”
The next mont, Fu Qian erupted in laughter.
“Should have been this way all along, surely not my misconception!”
“What do you an?”
Originally brimming with confidence in their hunt, they were now faced with their quarry’s sudden madness, and as the content grew increasingly bizarre, Aike couldn’t listen any longer.
“This irkso place should be turned to ashes, much like this carriage.”
Ignoring her, Fu Qian continued to express his sentints, even inheriting Clown’s legacy.
“Smooth, stable, never-ending, representing the dullest aspects of this place…”
“What should I call you?”
Demigod Aike obviously disliked being put in a passive role; after being repeatedly thwarted, she chose to demand coldly, her tone threatening.
“You ca for the flas, like those on your body?”
Regrettably, Fu Qian’s next question made her pupils dilate instantly.
“Co with ; I know where there are more, far more than the quantities you’ve been hunting.”
Before she could respond, Fu Qian shook his head again.
“Alright, where is it? Can both of us co?”
With a stiff expression, Aike managed a strained smile, pointing at the Puppet Demigod.
“All can co, all four of you.”
Fu Qian’s voice betrayed no emotion, his fingertips lightly tapping on the Face Helt as petals of a mirror blossod outward.
“You can just call Andiel.”
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