Chapter 496
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Chapter 496: He is Very Skilled
After finishing the last sentence, the deep male voice completely vanished, and the air fell into silence.
“Mm?”
The sudden silence left the twelfth seat somewhat puzzled. He turned around to look at Shen Qingzhu, who was standing behind him.
“You finally turned it off?”
Shen Qingzhu shook his head. “I didn’t turn it off… The story that follows will be completed by me.”
He extended his hand and gently snapped his fingers.
Snap—!!
……
Second floor.
Lin Qiye reached out and tapped the withered twelfth seat, whose body instantly shattered like sand, disappearing into the lush green ground beneath his feet.
The flowers on her body, after absorbing all her life force, had bloomed to an exaggerated extent.
Lin Qiye slowly stood up, and all the flowers in front of him disintegrated into specks of light, while the lush green ground beneath his feet also vanished.
“Eh?”
At the moment the “Eternal Secret Garden” dissipated, Lin Qiye distinctly felt a surge of pure mental energy flooding into his mind. The consumption of the forbidden realm was replenished, even slightly raising his level.
A look of surprise appeared in his eyes.
The life force and mental energy absorbed by those flowers could actually be partially returned to themselves?
Strictly speaking, this was Lin Qiye’s first time using the “Eternal Secret Garden” to kill. The last time in Xining, when he fought against the members of Team 009, he hadn’t gone for the kill, so he hadn’t realized that this forbidden realm had such an effect.
Although Lin Qiye didn’t know the woman’s rank among the “Believers,” just based on her mental energy at the “Limitless” level, she should be among the top. After being drained into a dry corpse by the Secret Garden, her life force and mental energy merged into the garden.
And the Secret Garden then extracted a portion of that mental energy to return it to Lin Qiye…
It was certain that the Secret Garden, as a “middleman,” was quite greedy. Having consumed a “Limitless” level powerhouse, the mental energy returned to Lin Qiye was just so-so, barely better than nothing.
This could only be considered a token of effort.
“How many are left?” An Qingyu walked over to Lin Qiye and asked.
“Three.” Lin Qiye scanned the manor with his mental energy and replied calmly, “One is fighting Shen Qingzhu, one is the ninth seat we saw last time at the Baili Building, still wandering in the yard, and the last one is at the underground altar, just waking up.”
“They shouldn’t have noticed, right?”
“No, we were very discreet. We didn’t make any noise throughout, and with the fat forbidden object isolating the aura nearby, they didn’t even realize they had lost a person,” Lin Qiye shook his head.
This ambush could be said to have been planned for a long time.
After Lin Qiye and the others infiltrated the manor, they went directly to the second floor. Using Jiang Er’s ability, they contacted Shen Qingzhu and had him lure a “Believer” to the second floor for a quiet kill.
If they had confronted the twelfth seat head-on, Lin Qiye and the others could have killed him, but that would have inevitably attracted the attention of the other “Believers,” putting them in a besieged position. Therefore, the primary principle of this ambush was to be “silent.”
Whether it was Jiang Er’s “Spirit Communication Field,” An Qingyu’s concentrated mental pollution, Lin Qiye’s “Eternal Secret Garden,” or the fat one’s universal disarmament, all were aimed at killing the twelfth seat without making a sound.
“Next, the main threats are the ‘Klein’ level man underground and the ninth seat wandering in the yard,” Lin Qiye carefully sensed. “The good news is that the ‘Klein’ seems to have been severely injured by the Sword Saint’s sword energy, his aura is very weak, so we do have a chance.”
“Should we kill him first or the ninth seat?” An Qingyu asked.
Baili Fatty smacked his lips. “That ninth seat… how should I put it? He seemed quite pleasant last time. It feels a bit regrettable if he just dies like that.”
“Then let’s go underground first and kill the ‘Klein’,” Lin Qiye said. “As long as the ‘Klein’ is dead, the ninth seat is just a ‘Limitless’ after all; we can handle him however we want.”
“Just a ‘Limitless’…” Cao Yuan sighed. “Have we become so bold now?”
“Be a bit more confident; after all, we are students of the Sword Saint. What’s a mere ‘Limitless’?”
Baili Fatty patted his shoulder. “Oh right, I forgot. Old Cao, you’re still at the ‘Chuan’ level…”
Cao Yuan: …
“Come on, Old Cao, even Jiang Er has reached the ‘Sea’ level. You, as a senior, are a bit embarrassing, huh?”
Meanwhile, Jiang Er, floating in mid-air, lowered her head, feeling a bit shy as she said:
“My level isn’t entirely from my own cultivation… it can’t be compared.”
“Not entirely from your own cultivation?” Baili Fatty looked at her in confusion.
Can one’s level not be achieved through their own training?
Not just Baili Fatty, but the others also looked puzzled.
“Um… some things happened.” Jiang Er seemed reluctant to elaborate on this issue and vaguely brushed it off.
The group wisely chose not to press further.
“By the way, does Brother Zhuang need our help?” Baili Fatty asked with some concern.
“No need.” Lin Qiye’s lips curled slightly. “It seems he has become quite skilled at assassination…”
……
First floor.
Deathly silence.
The silence was not due to quietness, but because the air that transmitted sound had been completely drained.
The battered twelfth seat seemed to have gone mad, desperately rushing in a certain direction. He opened his mouth to an exaggerated extent, trying to breathe in fresh air, his eyes filled with terror.
Suddenly, his body slammed into an invisible wall, bouncing back violently.
He fell heavily to the ground, his veins bulging, his expression silently contorted in rage.
Shen Qingzhu stood calmly against the wall with his hands in his pockets, lowering his head to pull out a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it with his fingertip.
Yes, lighting it.
Next to him was the only place in this vacuum where air still existed.
“Hu…” Shen Qingzhu leisurely exhaled a smoke ring.
The twelfth seat stared at Shen Qingzhu, and suddenly, he sprang up from the ground, an eerie black light radiating from his body as he shot toward Shen Qingzhu like a sharp arrow!
Bang—!
Once again, he was bounced back.
An invisible high-pressure air wall had completely sealed him inside.
Over six hundred cubic meters of air had been compressed by Shen Qingzhu into a gas wall less than two millimeters thick. It looked like a thin sheet, but even the bombardment of an intercontinental missile could be easily resisted, let alone just a twelfth seat.
The twelfth seat frantically pounded against this gas wall, roaring silently, as if cursing something.
Shen Qingzhu showed no interest in what he was saying.
He simply held the cigarette, smiled at him, and slowly spoke:
“In your next life, remember to show some respect to your seniors.”
Snap—!
That two-millimeter-thick high-pressure gas wall instantly condensed into a beam, drilling through the respiratory tract into the twelfth seat’s lungs.
Then,
It exploded with a thunderous roar.
