madnovel Chapter 114 Unlucky, Unlucky, Unlucky
Chapter 114 Unlucky, Unlucky, Unlucky
The lead tiger rider's pupils contracted slightly.
An overwhelming killing intent surged forth, and the omen of imminent death rolled in like dark clouds pressing down on the city. Extreme fear pierced through his mind, but there was no fluctuation of true energy.
However, an extremely fierce killing intent spread and surged wildly, causing the two tiger riders to pause for a moment, realizing that they were probably going to die this time.
"I didn't want to cause any more trouble, but it seems you guys are really efficient. This is my last layer of disguise. Once this layer is peeled off, the people chasing me will probably be the real Dragon Riders."
The black-hooded man grinned menacingly: "Time is of the essence, so I won't waste any more time with you. After I've devoured your flesh and blood, I still have a long way to go."
After he finished speaking...
Blood mist.
A sudden surge!
……
At the same time, Fu Que also heard the alarm and angry voice from high above. Before the things in the sky could analyze and work on it, a burst of blood mist suddenly erupted from the main building, instantly piercing through the puppet that was providing information resources to the four Tiger Riders.
The exquisite puppet creations vanished completely under the corrosive influence of the blood mist, and the communication between the few tiger riders also came to an abrupt end.
"Walk!"
The main building was now shrouded in a thick blood mist, making it impossible to see what was going on. Fu Que and Tiger Rider No. 3 exchanged a glance, and without the slightest hesitation, turned and charged toward the heavy motorcycle.
Faced with this unknown and powerful enemy, Number One and Number Two are in grave danger, and their situation is not good either. It is a pipe dream for Qi Refining Martial Artists to compete with True Qi Martial Artists in speed. Even if the opponent is injured or needs to escape, they are still not capable of resisting.
The only slim chance of survival now is to drive the assault vehicle produced in the Rat Hole, escape the battlefield as quickly as possible, and then relay the information back to the higher-level Tiger Cavalry for handling.
While it is admirable for an ant to try to shake a tree, it is utterly foolish to try to stop a chariot with a mantis's arm.
Fu Que and the Third Tiger Rider were clearly not fools; they charged out as fast as they charged back.
But for some reason, the bandits who had been scattering and running away in terror suddenly became like they had been injected with chicken blood, charging towards the two of them with fearless courage. Their faces were all ruddy and distorted, and their eyes were glazed over.
The omen of imminent death was like a bottomless abyss, pulling Fu Que's mind down sharply, and extreme fear took over his entire mind.
This crisis is not as simple as the siege in Gaoyang County, where we were only facing a few demons with tempered physiques and newly developed intelligence. This time, we are facing warriors with the power of the elements.
If he cannot create distance between himself and his target before Tiger Riders One and Two die, this journey to another world may truly be coming to an end.
Faced with a life-or-death crisis, Fu Que's mind was extremely focused. In his sea of consciousness, the swordsman in the image of the swordsman was moving and swaying at a speed that was difficult to discern with the naked eye.
Fifteen meters is a distance that can be covered in an instant.
Eight hundred and eighty-eight cuts.
No one can answer how long it would take an ordinary person to cut.
Fu Que, on the other hand, only needs four seconds.
Two hundred and twenty-two cuts per second, squeezing every last bit of potential from the body, resulted in the most powerful strike to date.
The four-second blade storm turned all the disoriented water bandits who stood in Fu Que's way into mincemeat.
Due to the high-speed cutting, the temperature of the two swords rose sharply. If they were not made of special materials, they might even catch fire. Blood steamed on the swords, giving off an unpleasant rusty smell.
Fu Que didn't care about any of that. He immediately jumped on his motorcycle and fled in the direction he had come from.
The third Tiger Rider never expected Fu Que to possess such a terrifying martial skill. He got on his motorcycle three breaths later than Fu Que, and those three breaths were the difference between life and death.
After hesitating for less than half a blink, the Tiger Rider made his decision. He turned his chariot around and sped off in a different direction from Fu Que.
The main building was shrouded in a bloody mist.
The leaders of the water stronghold, who were just discussing how to extract profits from the wounded, mysterious hooded man in front of them, had now all turned into dried corpses and were thrown into the corner of the room like trash.
"I was originally thinking of playing along with you guys, but you lackeys of the imperial court are such a hassle. You've all been trained to be as easy as eating and drinking when you betray your teammates. But I have to admit, this is the best option."
The mysterious hooded man licked the blood from his fingertips and sighed softly.
The two tiger riders did not answer, but instead spread out to the left and right to ensure that they would not be killed by the enemy at the same time.
Today, there is absolutely no chance for them to survive. Before they die, the only thing they can do is to buy enough time for Number Three and Number Four to pass on the intelligence, so as to prevent more brothers from being killed in the pursuit due to intelligence failures.
"Hey, hey, we're about to die, aren't you going to say anything?"
Seemingly having been suppressed by the pursuit for too long, the mysterious hooded man also became interested in communicating, and he spoke to the two tiger riders.
"I'll be waiting for you in hell, you bastard."
Tiger Rider Number Two grunted and squeezed out a sentence from his throat.
Tiger Rider Number One was even more decisive, showing no interest in conversation whatsoever. His fiery red true energy surged through his meridians and flowed into the hundred-refined spear in his hand. Accompanied by a sky full of scorching spear light, this Tiger Rider engaged in the final battle of his life.
Ten breaths later, a scratch on his face quickly healed, and the mysterious hooded man waved his hand, causing the blood mist enveloping the main building to disappear instantly.
You can only kill one person, but who should you kill?
Behind him, two desiccated corpses slumped against the wall, their hands still clutching weapons even in death, appearing both tragic and somewhat heroic.
"I'll kill you then. After all, you seem to have more potential. Although you don't have much talent in martial arts, you can use the power of inheritance very skillfully. Moreover, if I can temporarily control your power of inheritance, my chances of escaping might be greater."
And so, the mysterious hooded man muttered to himself, took a step, and vanished instantly. When he reappeared, he had already chased after Fu Que, covering a considerable distance from his boss.
Because he was behind time, the third Tiger Rider thought of sacrificing himself, like the other two Tiger Riders, to buy Fu Que time to escape and send a message.
However, this tactic works well against mindless demons, but it's not so effective against cunning and elusive wanted warriors.
The potential that Fu Que unleashed in his struggle to survive ironically became the scythe that claimed his life.
"I'm so damn stupid of the person who posted this task!"
Fu Que, who was speeding along, glanced at the dense goosebumps that had sprung up on his arms and cursed inwardly. What an unlucky year! He was clearly several breaths ahead of the other Tiger Rider.
Logically speaking, even if it was to vent his anger and seek revenge, he should have chased after the person behind him, but who knew he would encounter such a stubborn mule!