Outside the transport vehicle, the roar of missiles was deafening. The fleet of the Fifth Princess relentlessly overwheld the entire convoy, and even the multi-functional armored vehicles’ anti-air missiles were easily neutralized.
This fleet of the Fifth Princess was capable of launching small-scale wars against rebel forces at any ti and should not have appeared in this scene.
The fleet in the sky locked onto every target except the transport vehicle on the ground.
Amid the chaos outside, the transport vehicle remained intact.
However, inside the transport vehicle, the Drama Master had no ti to pay attention to this. He was staring directly at Qing Chen, his head filled with questions he couldn’t comprehend.
When the elevator door opened, it even made a "ding" sound.
The Drama Master felt dazed, as if he were standing at the office door, with colleagues who had just arrived for work inside the elevator.
This elevator seed no different from the ones in those luxurious buildings...
But the problem was, this enclosed elevator didn’t even have power.
This absurd feeling gave the Drama Master an illusion of being in a bizarre world.
Moreover, if the other party could co out so easily, wouldn’t that an that many of their previous efforts were just a joke?
On the other hand, this Joker had outright returned to his original appearance, the smile on his face seed like a silent mockery.
To be honest, Qing Chen wasn’t entirely confident either. To open this door, he even put on a double insurance with Key of Gate and Power.
It was indeed quite a safe asure.
The Drama Master and the Black Knight group thought they could restrain the Key of Gate’s ability with the Taboo, but the truth was, Qing Chen’s abilities went far beyond the Key of Gate.
Qing Chen opened the door partly because the Fifth Princess had arrived, and partly because he had to use an Electromagnetic Pulse to disable communications here, preventing the Drama Master from sending out accurate information.
At this mont, the Drama Master cut open his wrist and drew out a red longsword from the blood.
The longsword was as translucent as crystal, and the opponent had used it to wound He Jinqiu’s Jade Heart Sword.
However, just then, Qing Chen didn’t step out of the elevator but instead tried to press the close button.
With a "ding," the open door slowly closed again.
The Drama Master, holding the longsword, looked at the elevator in confusion. Why did it close again? Who was he supposed to fight?
The key point was, even if you could open it, why could you close it as well?
With another "ding," the elevator door reopened.
This ti, Qing Chen looked a bit different, his already short bangs had been cut even shorter.
He held a strand of his own hair in his hand and blew fiercely!
In an instant, white cloud-like gas rolled out like mountain mist, the airflow circulating continuously in the narrow cabin, causing the strand of hair in Qing Chen’s hand to spin like fine blades, repeatedly moving out and returning.
The Drama Master’s combat ability was to seize the initiative, but if it was a full-range destructive asure, then the invisible, inescapable black hair like knives rendered his ability useless in an instant!
The soldiers in the cabin died without any ability to resist, and the Drama Master curled up into a ball, which was all he could do.
Moreover, Qing Chen stood in the elevator, constantly stimulating his own charge, causing electric arcs to scatter throughout the cabin instantly.
The Drama Master was in despair, feeling his numb body completely unable to move.
He deeply regretted staying in such a closed environnt with the Joker!
In this environnt, his most relied upon abilities were completely useless.
Without even leaving the elevator, everyone in the cabin except the Drama Master was dead.
At so point, the Drama Master wondered if the opponent could open the enclosed elevator at will, then was the current combat environnt also carefully chosen by the opponent?
He gritted his teeth, the black robe on his back was sliced open by the fine black hair, and the wound on his spine was so deep that bone could be seen.
The Drama Master knew that this terrifying thod must be one-ti use and couldn’t be repeated.
As long as he survived, he still had a chance.
However, in the elevator, Qing Chen leisurely held the power bank in his pocket.
He cut another strand of bangs, repeating the previous action.
The Drama Master was completely desperate, suddenly realizing that only by personally fighting the Joker could soone understand how perverse this existence was.
No way to fight!
Footsteps echoed in the cabin, yet the Drama Master had already been sliced into a bloody ss, with his tendons cut at so unknown ti.
Qing Chen squatted beside him and asked, "Why didn’t you foresee it this ti?"
Lying on the ground, the Drama Master hoarsely asked, "Don’t you know?"
"No," Qing Chen shook his head. "I was just waiting for the Fifth Princess to make a move. I knew if she was the Drama Master, she must know how to avoid your thods. So I acted after she acted. But I observed for a long ti and never figured out what opportunity she seized, was it distance? Was it timing? Could you tell ?"
"Dream on," the Drama Master angrily replied.
"Then I feel a bit sorry," Qing Chen remarked regretfully. "You might be the most pathetic Drama Master upon death, right?"
The Drama Master thought for a mont, "There are ones more pathetic than ."
Qing Chen paused, "You’re quite humorous."
After speaking, he infused the last of the cloud gas into the Puppeteer, stabbing it into the opponent’s heart.
Qing Chen then gouged out the opponent’s eyeball and placed it into a bag with formalin.
He rembered Jindai Yunlo saying that the quality of an eyeball directly affects the future strength of the Hundred-Eyed Demon. So if he got an A-Class eyeball for him, the opponent would certainly be delighted.
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