Fighting was a lot of fun. You could tell Xue Three was having a blast.
"The Four Horses" were already charging headlong at him. The leading Raging Horse wielded a gigantic axe, swinging it right at Xue Three.
With swift agility, Xue Three dodged the attack. A slight shift of his body, a quick tap of his heel, and his small figure changed direction in an instant, darting towards the Raging Horse’s rear.
In a flash, his small hand flickered, and another dagger appeared, slashing towards the Raging Horse’s back.
SWISH!
An extrely fine thread was severed.
Xue Three landed gracefully, seemingly wanting to mimic A Ming by performing a Western-style aristocratic bow. But before he was halfway through the motion, the axe, swung by the Raging Horse, ca chopping down again.
Xue Three’s eye twitched.
This puppet isn’t controlled by threads! Sches! Damn it, more sches!
Xue Three pushed off with his legs, launching himself backward. However, the other three horses, which had been circling on the periphery, closed in to surround him.
The Skinny Horse extended its hands, strings shooting out to form a large net that descended upon Xue Three. anwhile, Guima spread its arms wide, moving quickly to embrace him.
But this ti, from start to finish, Blind Bei stood motionless, not making a move, a hint of contemplation on his face.
Zheng Fan was too far away. Xue Three seed to have played himself into a corner, and Zheng Fan, as his lord, couldn’t intervene in ti.
Unexpectedly, Xue Three, caught in the string net, suddenly shrank. As if employing a contortionist’s skill, his already diminutive dwarven form beca even smaller.
The string net had been precisely cast for Xue Three’s original size. Once he instantly shrank, the net completely missed its mark.
Xue Three curled up, rolled like a small atball, and slipped out from under the net. Guima’s embrace also t empty air.
At this mont, Blind Bei suddenly opened his eyes. Zheng Fan only felt a gust of wind sweep past him. Guima’s body shuddered violently as if a mysterious force had completely invaded it.
BANG!
Guima exploded, sending pungent, foul-slling, and highly toxic fluids splashing everywhere. This attack was originally intended for Xue Three after being caught, but Blind Bei had forcibly triggered it.
The Skinny Horse and Pretty Horse, standing near Guima, were drenched in the liquid. Their puppet bodies began to corrode rapidly. It seed the internal formation arrays were destroyed, and they collapsed to their knees, motionless.
Of the Four Horses, only the Raging Horse remained.
Blind Bei still stood there, calmly observing the sole surviving Raging Horse.
The Raging Horse opened its mouth, but the sound ca not from its mouth, but from its belly.
"I’ve heard that among Western magicians, there’s an extrely rare type who can do what you just did."
Blind Bei raised a hand to his mouth, covering a yawn.
His guess had been correct. The real controller was hiding inside one of their own puppets.
Perhaps, in the grand sche of things, a certain camaraderie truly existed between cunning old schers.
Because from the very beginning, Blind Bei had seen through the opponent’s tactics.
The voice spoke again from the Raging Horse’s belly: "I should have targeted you first."
Blind Bei nodded. "Correct."
It was indeed a tactical blunder to allow a dual-elental psychic and spatial ’magician’ to freely exert pressure from the sidelines. In a team fight, failing to target the backline first would inevitably lead to a crushing defeat.
Truthfully, Xue Three had worked hard this ti. Among the Seven Demon Kings, many could coordinate well with Blind Bei: A Ming with his high regeneration, Liang Cheng with his high defense, Fanli with his high health.
However, Blind Bei himself seed to prefer teaming up with Xue Three. Zheng Fan had a rather cynical suspicion that Blind Bei simply enjoyed watching Xue Three hop around, drawing all the fire.
"You were too greedy," the voice echoed again from the Raging Horse’s belly. "Four puppets were too many for you to handle."
"That’s because I’d never encountered soone like you before."
Blind Bei smiled faintly. "A fair assessnt."
"rely stating the facts," the voice from the Raging Horse’s belly replied.
After this exchange, the Raging Horse took a step back, and Xue Three advanced one.
A shout ca again from the Raging Horse’s belly: "Mr. Chen, if you don’t intervene soon, they’re going to kill !"
Clearly, he was calling for soone else. If nothing went wrong, that person should have been guarding the rear entrance.
Xue Three’s eyes narrowed, his ears twitched slightly. But to his confusion, he couldn’t sense any approaching presence.
Blind Bei remained still, but Zheng Fan believed he was constantly on guard against another assassin.
It was a pity there wasn’t a grandfather clock in the room. Otherwise, this would be the perfect mont to cut to the sound effect of its ticking hands.
「Three minutes later,」
The first floor of the relay station was still occupied only by their group.
Xue Three licked his lips. He was growing impatient.
The Raging Horse seed sowhat bewildered. It yelled out again, "Mr. Chen, are you really going to stand by and watch die?"
Its voice clearly betrayed a growing panic.
When Zheng Fan first heard the Raging Horse call out "Mr. Chen," he had been focused on staying alert. But the second ti he heard the na, a distinctly anachronistic, almost folksy connotation struck him. The term "Daxia" (Great Hero) imdiately brought to mind images of cheesy, old-fashioned martial arts movies. It was a decidedly archaic word. And despite having been awakened in this world for so long, this was the first ti Zheng Fan had heard soone addressed with "Daxia" as an honorific.
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