Chapter 893: Chapter 891: Rotten Flesh (12) Chapter 893: Chapter 891: Rotten Flesh (12) The ways of the world and the hearts of n are all wondrous; just now, my strenuous efforts had provoked no reaction, but it was at this mont that sothing erged.
Walking in the night, Fu Qian felt the gaze from behind and sighed inwardly.
Jiang En’s recent tragic fate was even worse than Tyler’s, and it was indeed Fu Qian’s intention.
Including the initial lack of effort to conceal his tracks.
The main reason was the discovery at the eting just now, which seed too much like fate.
In Fu Qian’s judgent, whatever the motivation, the chances of those people arranging such an ordeal for Jiang En without setting up real-ti surveillance were slim.
Yet, after all his efforts just now, there was surprisingly no particular reaction.
It seed that in the house of the fallen genius, there truly was only him.
At the ti, Fu Qian was sowhat surprised.
Now it seed, his initial judgent had been correct.
It wasn’t that no one was watching Jiang En; rather, the thod used was so clandestine that even he, a demigod, failed to detect it.
Just as I thought, those targeted by the warehouse always have sothing out of the ordinary.
…
Very satisfied with how things were progressing, Fu Qian moved forward, neither hurried nor slow.
The path he chose beca increasingly secluded, a clear move to operate in the shadows without being noticed.
Just like that, after a few more minutes, Fu Qian’s steps suddenly halted in mid-air, not coming down.
And as this change occurred, where his foot was originally ant to land, a pure black crossbow bolt suddenly appeared.
After piercing the ground, it even emitted a black mist around it.
The entire process was silent and breathless, indeed an effective ans for a sneak attack.
With just one glance, the foot that Fu Qian had halted in mid-air stomped backwards fiercely.
But just as he took a step back, another pitch-black crossbow bolt tore through the night, aiming for his waist.
The angle was so tricky, it looked as though Fu Qian had intentionally moved closer.
In a critical mont, Fu Qian changed direction again, barely dodging the strike.
“Who goes there?”
Only then did he shout out and stood still, not acting rashly again.
“The Grand Fate Ming Emperor truly lives up to his reputation.”
As soon as these words fell, a voice ca from the corner.
A figure wrapped tightly erged from the darkness.
…
Not bad, appears to be of the Fifth Phase, a hero in his own right wherever placed.
And this is long-standing admiration? Indeed, in the underworld, mutual flattery is basic etiquette.
The assailant refused to show his face, so Fu Qian fixed his gaze on the assailant’s hands.
Contrastingly, the weapon that fired those pitch-black arrows was a hand crossbow glowing with a warm, bright light.
At first glance, it exuded a pure, sacred aura, giving one the feeling of basking in the warm morning sun.
And at that mont, another black arrow was rapidly taking shape on the crossbow.
This transcendent weapon was quite convenient—if only his own rcy could automatically generate bullets, he wouldn’t need to extort Chief Yuan.
“Where did you, a sneak-attacking rat who dares not show his true face, co from?”
After examining for a few seconds, Fu Qian scoffed contemptuously.
“…Aren’t you also wearing a mask?”
The opponent was sowhat puzzled by this comnt.
“How can that be the sa? I do so only because petty thieves do not deserve to see my true face.”
Unfortunately, such a retort was unlikely to confound Fu Qian.
“That’s just right…what a dying man looks like doesn’t matter anyway.”
The newcor nodded, seemingly having no intention of engaging in verbal sparring with Fu Qian. As he spoke, another Black Arrow shot out.
Unfortunately, with Fu Qian prepared, it naturally missed it’s mark.
“If your only trick is sneaking attacks from behind, I’m not interested in indulging you.”
Fu Qian stared at the other party, making a motion as if he was about to leave.
After firing the third arrow, however, the hand crossbow surprisingly stopped gathering any black light.
“Don’t be so impatient…cough cough, you are definitely going to be buried here today…cough.”
Yet the ambusher, while issuing harsh words, actually hung the hand crossbow back on his waist and even coughed a few tis, looking utterly exhausted.
“Oh? Then I really want to see what grand technique you have up your sleeve!”
Fu Qian took a step forward, seemingly a bit interested now.
However, just at that mont, a red light flashed in front of him, as if sothing swept across from the air.
Without clashing directly, Fu Qian agilely dodged this strike and discovered it was a rope seemingly made of countless fine threads, shining with a deep red hue in the night sky.
And at both ends of the rope were two black crossbow bolts.
“Was shooting arrows earlier just for this?”
Fu Qian said, suddenly understanding.
“Quite a thod, but shouldn’t there be three—”
Before he could finish speaking, two more deep red chains streaked across the sky, forming a triangle with the first one and trapped him right in the middle.
“I said don’t be hasty.”
The ambusher coughed twice again, his breath finally evening out, and his deanor was utterly confident.
The next mont, this person’s fingers fluttered, and the three chains whipped towards the center simultaneously.
A trendous oppressive force ca forth, as if even the air had thickened.
Stationed at the center, Fu Qian was undoubtedly the focus of this pressure.
And in their interplay, the coordination of the three chains was perfectly executed, leaving him virtually no gaps to exploit.
“Bring it on!”
In this situation, Fu Qian didn’t seem inclined to look for any gaps.
He directly chose the direction of the ambusher and in the next mont, he surged forward violently, his hands transforming into a claw and a hamr, confronting the chains.
A fierce clanging sound erupted, and under the impact, the chains shuddered violently, even sparking like fire.
Yet even so, they remained stubbornly resilient and showed no signs of tearing.
The tired, cough-inducing summon was indeed as tough as it was ant to be.
Unable to break out, the clamping of the three chains caught up to him, and Fu Qian had to dodge consecutively, retreating back to the center of the triangle.
“I told you, you’re going to be buried here today, why didn’t you believe it.”
The ambusher’s montum soared to the skies, and with a low chuckle, his palm moved again, whipping countless fine threads from the three chains.
The threads wafted and drifted, quickly forming a net, overwhelming everything.
“Good move!”
Seeing the red silk net inching closer to the center, Fu Qian, in a desperate situation, suddenly stood motionless next ti, seemingly resigned to his fate.
Just when the silk net was about to entangle him, a golden light burst forth from his body, surging violently in the blink of an eye.
The brilliant gold dispersed every trace of darkness around, almost compelling reverence.
In a soundless mont, the intricate net disintegrated into pieces.
“Is this the legendary Vajra Subduing Demon Circle? Seeing it today, it truly lives up to its fa!”
The next mont, Fu Qian brought his palms together, his lines too cringe-inducing to look at.
“I also want to express my special thanks.”
“I’ve realized!”
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