He’s found a flaw!
In the woods, Qing Chen let out a soft gasp. He had underestimated Lao Er. To survive this long and stay securely ranked as the second in command of the Black Knights, he certainly had so skills.
But it’s not a big problem.
At this mont, Lao Wu sat in his airship laughing heartily: "Lao Er must be crying now. His soul-transfer equipnt is on that airship, let’s see how he’ll transfer souls now! Let’s go, go, go, let’s hit and run!"
The officer beside him worriedly said: "But you’ve shot down an A-Class airship. What if the Duke blas us for it..."
Lao Wu dismissively waved his hand: "What are we afraid of? Even our big brother has disliked Lao Er for a long ti, and I’m doing this to save Lao San. How could big brother bla ? If we calculate losses, I’ll compensate him with an airship."
This Lao Wu was a rogue, a man of the underworld. He knew Lao Er planned to transfer souls to Lao San, so he ca to disrupt the plan, never intending to take them head-on.
What he didn’t know was that his cannon had disrupted Lao Er’s fleet deploynt, severely hurting Lao Er...
Lao Wu said, "Let’s fly back 50 kiloters and start pretending to chase Lao San from there. By the way, where is everyone else?"
"They’ve already started the ground search. Lao Si, Lao Liu, and Lao Qi each have a team."
...
...
Lao Er ran alone into the woods, occasionally looking back only to see the two shadowy figures persistently following him, yet they didn’t make a move.
Lao Er roared: "Joker? Lao San? Who the hell are you?"
No one answered him, the hunters in the woods seed disinterested in talking to their prey.
The two shadows continually adjusted their pursuit, seemingly trying to drive him to a particular spot.
He felt a sense of crisis... why were they driving him?
Was there sothing waiting for him up ahead?
No, he couldn’t follow their rhythm!
In an instant, Lao Er tilted bizarrely while running, turning 180 degrees, from sprinting to a sudden stop, then exploding forward again.
His muscles erupted with unparalleled power, charging directly back towards the B-Class Shadow.
He had to break the deadlock!
He couldn’t keep being chased! Lao San surely was waiting ahead; if he let the shadow drive him there, he’d be dead for sure. He had to run back!
"Do you really think I’m a child, when I was fighting for my life on the battlefield, you hadn’t even been born! You think you can play tricks on ?!" Lao Er roared as he charged at the B-Class Shadow.
In a flash, Lao Er pulled off a masterful wrestling move. His left hand grabbed the elbow joint of the B-Class Shadow, his right hand held the Shadow’s waist, and his right leg slipped behind the Shadow.
"Go!"
Lao Er twisted his waist lightly, using himself as a pivot and lever, forcibly lifting the B-Class Shadow from the ground and throwing him more than twenty ters away, violently crashing him into a tree!
The sequence of movents was seamless and smooth, requiring tens of thousands of practice sessions!
The Black Knights established their early reputation not through dirty tricks and sches, but by earning military rits in the chaotic years of the Roosevelt Kingdom!
The Twelve Knights of the ti were feared on the battlefield!
Lao Er hadn’t fought personally for a long ti.
For a mont, when he employed his rigorously honed combat techniques, he felt he was back on the battlefield of old.
Back then, they drank and ate heartily, stood shoulder to shoulder with brothers when danger arose, fought bloodily to break through encirclents when trapped.
Facing life and death challenges, they sat together on the cliffs of Chieftain Rock at sunset, singing loudly.
Their songs seed capable of flying thousands of kiloters across mountains and seas.
But when did they start to look ferocious and muscular? When did brothers start doubting and sabotaging each other?
Apparently after they beca Dukes and Marquis.
So people can share hardship but not wealth.
They seed to be such people.
Lao Er continued his desperate escape, thinking that if he made it out alive, he’d definitely go drink with big brother and talk about the old days.
But he wouldn’t get the chance.
Just as he took a few steps forward, a figure flashed from behind a tree—Joker!
In an instant, Lao Er felt soone grip his elbow, the opponent’s waist twisted sharply, and he lost his balance, flying out and crashing into a tree!
As if responding to "When I fought on the battlefield, you hadn’t even been born," the opponent used Lao Er’s proudest wrestling skills to defeat him, leaving him utterly without defense!
Lao Er crashed heavily into the tree, and at that mont Qing Chen injected his Knight Aura into him, making Lao Er weep and his eyes burn so painfully he couldn’t open them.
With a creaking sound, the tree Lao Er crashed into disintegrated from within, slowly collapsing.
Just now, after Qing Chen’s Knight Aura infused into Lao Er, it projected onto the tree with the crash, shredding the internal plant fibers into wood chips.
Enduring the pain, Lao Er groped the ground and slowly stood up: "You’re Joker, Lao San isn’t this devious."
He finally confird that the person in front of him was Joker, it couldn’t be Lao San.
Qing Chen smiled but said nothing. Lao Er continued: "I’m curious, why was there no accident in our soul-transfer before, but you managed to kill Lao San?"
Qing Chen still said nothing.
Lao Er let tears fall silently, feeling this strange pressure, consud by anger: "Tell , let die understanding!"
"Do you deserve it?" Qing Chen’s voice rippled through the woods: "You’ve disgraced the face of the Knights."
Lao Er raised his head, tilting his ears to discern Qing Chen’s location: "The Eastern Continent Knights have a legitimate inheritance, we don’t, that’s all. Do you think we don’t want to follow the right path? We do! Don’t just stand there judging; if you were in our place, you might make the sa choices!"
Qing Chen nodded: "I’ve thought about what you said; it’s undeniable that until one reaches that point, no one knows for sure. But I can understand using Magic Potion, I can’t comprehend transferring souls into apprentices."
Qing Chen recalled Uncle Li Dong’s image as he said: "A Knight is passed down from master to apprentice. The master is the apprentice’s backing, when the apprentice faces danger, the master saying ’I’m here’ ans more than anything. Your apprentices trust you, hoping for a bright future, yet they don’t know their master aid at their bodies from the start, it’s too ugly."
Lao Er was silent for a long ti: "But our lives are too short, if we could live until 251 years old like you..."
"Then at 251, you’d transfer souls into apprentices," Qing Chen shook his head: "It would just an transferring into fewer apprentices, no significant difference."
Seeing Lao Er suddenly lift his hand, his sleeve burst open revealing a Golden Cryptoptera, darting at Qing Chen’s face.
Before the Cryptoptera reached Qing Chen, it had already sprayed venom from its tail.
But none of this fell on Qing Chen, instead, it hit the Shadow.
Lao Er kept talking to Qing Chen to discern his location with closed eyes, but the problem was, Qing Chen possessed Lao San’s mories, he knew an item nad Cryptoptera was hidden in Lao Er’s sleeve.
In front of Qing Chen, the Black Knights held almost no secrets.
Now, the Cryptoptera was clasped firmly in the Shadow’s hand, while Qing Chen flitted like wind to Lao Er’s side: "Don’t worry, you won’t die alone, I’ll make sure your brothers accompany you... including the Silver City Duke. You Knights aren’t fit to stay in this world."
As he spoke, Lao Er noticed a cold thread winding around his wrist.
Soon, he lost control of his body.
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Another Chapter by midnight
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