Chapter 54 k.o.!

The belated system notification gradually faded. Li Ang slowly straightened up, put away the Overlord's Barricade Spear, and rubbed his still aching left wrist.

The birds in the sky slowly descended, gathered around the Creator, and were teleported one by one into the automated pet breeding box.

A minute later, Li Ang's figure also disappeared from the rooftop of the high-rise building.

The whole city fell silent once again.

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South of Jinmen, in the suburbs.

This was a luxurious manor with a very large area, hidden among the lakes and mountains, far away from the hustle and bustle of the city.

There was a circle of iron fences around the manor. Guards were stationed at the main and side gates, and security personnel in black suits patrolled and stood guard in vehicles around the clock.

This was the Sword Tribunal's guild stronghold in the real world, and also one of the residences of Zhan Lu, the president of the Sword Tribunal guild, in the real world.

At this moment, a large group of people had gathered in the courtyard of the manor. They were wearing various costumes, standing next to the artificial pond in the middle of the courtyard, as if waiting for something.

The teenager with the code name Cheng Ying, with messy hair, chewed gum, raised his hand and looked at the watch on his wrist, and muttered in a low voice, "Why hasn't he come out yet...

Could it be that Brother Ju Que has been defeated in there?"

"Will you die if you don't talk?"

The short-haired woman with the code name Chi Xiao, wearing a suit, slapped the former on the back of the head and said angrily, "No one will die directly in the Realm Corridor. As long as the treatment is timely, they can be saved.

Also, it's okay to chew gum, but can you not smack your lips?"

Cheng Ying shrank his neck after being slapped.

If someone else slapped him on the head, he would have jumped up and prepared to draw his sword to chop them, given his temper.

But this woman, Chi Xiao, was particularly good at fighting, and she was also his cousin...

Cheng Ying had been bullied by her since he was a child, having his snacks snatched, his game console occupied, and being forced to help with homework. Even the quiet girl he had a crush on was attracted by his cousin, abandoned literature, abandoned Dostoevsky, Virginia Woolf, and Charlotte Brontë, and joined the mixed martial arts club...

Why, why is this woman my cousin?

Cheng Ying's eyes twitched, he opened his mouth, but in the end, he dared to be angry but dared not speak.

"Hehe."

The thin, tall man with the code name Yu Chang smiled when he saw this, which immediately attracted Cheng Ying's glare. He curled his lips and said, "What are you laughing at?"

Yu Chang spread his hands innocently. "Am I not allowed to laugh?"

"No!"

Cheng Ying said stubbornly, a small tuft of messy hair on the top of his head swaying in the wind, as if to reflect the psychological state of its owner.

"Quiet!"

Chi Xiao slapped him again, like a control skill, interrupting Cheng Ying's rising momentum. "Pay attention to the guild's image."

Can you stop hitting me? I need my dignity too, okay?! If you hit me again, I'm going to flip out!

Cheng Ying originally wanted to scold his cousin loudly like this, but when he thought of this woman's manic and tyrannical mental state after entering battle, he shrank his shoulders back.

Forget it, a good man doesn't fight with a woman. When I go home for vacation, I'll offer some slander to my aunt and let her enjoy the feeling of being urged to marry, hmph hmph hmph...

Just as Cheng Ying was hypnotizing himself, indulging in spiritual victory,

Ju Que's blood-soaked body, covered in deep wounds, and half of his severed right arm, fell from the void without any warning, falling into the artificial pond in the courtyard of the villa.

The pool was filled with a light blue, translucent liquid. The unconscious Ju Que fell into the water, but did not splash much water. No blood gushed out from the severed surface of his right shoulder—the light blue liquid wrapped the wound, stopping the bleeding.

Here it comes.

The expressions of the people next to the artificial pond were serious, and they all moved.

Several people wearing cross badges released healing energy from their hands, enveloping Ju Que, healing the minor wounds on his body, and checking for any toxins remaining in the wounds.

The others released traction beams to slowly lift Ju Que upright from the pool.

The latter was wrapped in a slime-like blue liquid, and along with his severed arm, slowly floated out of the water and landed on a first-aid stretcher on the shore.

He was then pushed by medical personnel into a temporarily built sterile operating room next to the artificial pool.

These people were all staff members of the Special Affairs Bureau.

The Sword Tribunal, as a medium-sized guild with high-end combat power, should not be gathering openly in the real world.

The fact that they could set up their guild stronghold in the suburbs of a big city

naturally meant that they had the permission of the Special Affairs Bureau, and they usually received assistance and surveillance from the Special Affairs Bureau—the same was true in Japan, the United States, Europe, and other places. The government had the authority to supervise private guilds, but the intensity was not as great as in the East, nor was it as strict.

"..."

Cheng Ying looked at Ju Que's back as he was pushed into the operating room, slightly worried. Although he also knew that the Special Affairs Bureau's medical staff were highly skilled and could save anyone as long as they weren't completely dead. "How could he be so badly injured?"

"He met a very strong opponent."

Yu Chang narrowed his eyes, recalled the appearance of the severed surface of Ju Que's right arm, and said lightly, "Ju Que has many types of wounds on his body,

contusions, penetrating wounds, burns, lacerations...

They were probably all left during the battle.

Only his right arm has an unusually smooth and flat cross-section, obviously caused by himself using the Ju Que Xuan Tie.

Two possibilities,

One, the opponent controlled his wrist and forced him to cut off his own arm.

Two, the battle was fierce, and Ju Que had no choice but to sacrifice eight hundred to injure a thousand—or vice versa.

Regardless of the possibility, the opponent's strength exceeded his expectations."

Yu Chang paused and looked at Chi Xiao, seriously saying, "If you go all out, can you do it?"

Chi Xiao frowned slightly, thought seriously for a while, and slowly shook her head.

"This..."

Cheng Ying opened his mouth. Ju Que was a strong man ranked seventy-seventh on the personal combat power list, only ten places lower than his cousin.

Losing wasn't that strange, but being restrained by the wrist and having to cut off his own arm to escape?

Cheng Ying found it hard to imagine that scene.

"..."

A plain-looking man in a suit walked to the side of the pool, squatted down, stretched out his finger, and touched the surface of the light blue liquid in the pool.

Swish—

Something that was sinking at the bottom of the water broke through the liquid's resistance and flew straight into the man's hand.

It was a wrist guard made of leather, hemp rope, and metal iron pieces, with a simple shape that revealed a wild style.

The man narrowed his eyes, shook off the remaining liquid on the wrist guard, looked at it carefully, and said lightly, "Ju Que lost."

Chi Xiao frowned and said in a deep voice, "The wrist guard's special effect wasn't used?"

"Yeah. The opponent didn't give him a chance."

The ordinary man with the code name Zhan Lu nodded, stood up, put the wrist guard into the void, and said calmly, "When he wakes up, ask him who his opponent was in this round.

Someone who could put Ju Que in a difficult fight, and make him lose consciousness without even using his trump card,

I'm very curious."

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