Chapter 11 Desperate Gambit

No matter what, the man in the Tang suit never imagined that his all-conquering black beetles would become someone else's food. He wasn't even sure if the black beetles were truly living things, after all, they were a product of the sect.

But the guy in front of him… actually ate them alive.

"Don't just stand there, think of something!" the athletic man urged anxiously.

As the light gradually faded, darkness surged like a tide, and the two lost sight of their opponent again. They could only see a very short distance in front of them.

One meter, maybe two… In any case, this distance didn't mean much to them because it was too close. If the opponent attacked, by the time they saw the figure, it would be too late.

Having completely lost contact with the black beetles, the man in the Tang suit finally recognized the gap between himself and the guy nearby. Faced with absolute power, all struggles were futile.

This guy might not even be human anymore.

But he would never just wait for death. He had to escape, escape from here, as quickly as possible, as far as possible, and never come back. Deputy Minister, Night Watchman, he didn't want any of it. His life was what mattered.

But a hasty escape would definitely fail. He needed someone to stay behind and buy him time.

"I've found his weakness! My beetles can restrain him!" The man in the Tang suit said in a hoarse voice, sounding very convincing.

Hearing the man in the Tang suit's words, the athletic man, who was also in despair, grabbed at the last straw. Without thinking, he immediately launched an attack in the direction he remembered the enemy to be.

He dared not rush over, and simply threw everything he could find at the enemy. Continuous explosions rang out in the darkness, and muffled sounds echoed like funeral bells.

The man in the Tang suit retreated silently. He clearly remembered that there was a door not far to his right. After opening the door and walking about 10 meters, there would be stairs leading to the first floor.

As long as he moved quietly, under the cover of the athletic man, he had a good chance of escaping successfully.

Closer and closer… Neither the enemy nor the athletic man who was staying behind to buy time noticed his quiet departure. Everything was going as he had planned.

As a disciple of the sect, he didn't believe in gods or Buddhas, but after this, he would definitely go to temples and Taoist temples to pray, just to put his mind at ease.

Finally, he vaguely saw the door, the door that represented the hope of life, just 3 or 4 meters in front of him!

Suddenly, his eyes were drawn to a blurry outline. It looked like a large coat rack standing by the door, with clothes hanging on it.

But the man in the Tang suit's expression turned strange because he remembered that the door had been empty… there had been no coat rack there before.

The next second, the coat rack began to shake for no reason. The man in the Tang suit's heart, which had already sunk, was suddenly gripped tightly.

It wasn't a coat rack at all, but a person with disheveled hair standing there in a strange posture!

…

"How are you doing? Are you ready yet?" the athletic man couldn't help but ask. Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead, and the spot on his cheek it passed itched, but he couldn't care less at the moment.

"What are you dawdling about?"

"Huh?"

"Song Qingshu?"

No matter how he asked, no sound came from Song Qingshu's location. The athletic man wasn't stupid, and immediately realized he'd been tricked.

Song Qingshu had pulled off a golden cicada shedding its shell. Song Qingshu was the cicada, and he was the discarded shell.

"Idiot!" the athletic man couldn't help but curse. In some ways, he saw through things more clearly than Song Qingshu, that bastard who only knew how to crouch and scheme.

In the current situation, if the two of them joined forces, they might have a chance of survival, but if they separated, they would surely die!

But that's how things were now, and he was powerless to change it. So… the athletic man raised his head, a fierce look flashing in his eyes. There was no other way, he could only risk it.

Under immense pressure, he calmed down instead. He held his breath, and after noticing a slight movement of air on his right, he immediately mustered all his strength, lifted a large porcelain vase almost as tall as a person horizontally, and then hurled it to the right.

This time, his strength was extraordinary. The vase flew like the wind, and the force was enough to smash a wall.

The athletic man's plan was simple. As long as the vase hit its target, it would detonate the hidden force (anjin) within the opponent's body. He had no intention of pressing the attack, as he had a clear understanding of the gap between them.

Even if the opponent was injured, he couldn't deal with him.

All he wanted was an opportunity. While the opponent was troubled by the sudden burst of hidden force, he would immediately crash through the French windows and escape. If he could buy himself 20 seconds… no, 15 seconds would be enough, and he would be confident of escaping.

Not far outside the window was a forest. Once he escaped into it, no one would ever find him again.

But just as he was waiting for the porcelain vase to explode and preparing to act, something unexpected happened.

He didn't hear any sound at all. The porcelain vase that had been thrown into the darkness seemed to have sunk into the sea without a trace.

That shouldn't be. Even if it didn't hit anyone, it should have crashed into a wall or something else. How could it… how could there be no sound at all?

The next second, the sound of something slicing through the air rang out. The athletic man didn't have time to react and instinctively threw a punch, shattering the incoming object in mid-air. The flying fragments cut his skin and face, leaving him covered in blood.

That's right, the thing that had flown back was the porcelain vase that had disappeared earlier!

The superficial wounds were fine, but what was terrifying was the hidden force contained within the porcelain vase. The athletic man staggered a few steps before finally spitting out a mouthful of blood. The bones on his fist were even exposed.

Using the opponent's way to return it to him.

He couldn't understand how his porcelain vase had been caught by the opponent and thrown back intact. Why… why didn't the hidden force inside explode and harm the opponent at the moment of contact?

But before he could think further, the real crisis finally arrived.

A figure rushed over suddenly, in an incomprehensibly strange posture. By the time the athletic man noticed, the opponent was already close.

There was no time to think. With the determination to fight to the death, he thrust out both fists. The hidden force contained in his fists exploded the moment they made contact with the opponent's body.

The hidden force destroyed the opponent's body without reservation. Bones shattered, muscles tore, and skin burst open. A perfectly good human form was severed from the chest down, and internal organs and intestines spilled all over the ground.

"I did it!" The athletic man was overjoyed.

But when he saw the "opponent" in front of him clearly, he was dumbfounded. Song Qingshu's lower body was still standing, while his upper body lay on the ground, convulsing violently, with blood and foam constantly gushing from his mouth.