Chapter 818
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Chapter 818: The Three Fists of Jialan
“No, after the Town Ruins Monument is activated, no one’s realm will exceed the ‘Pool’ realm. We can blend in with the crowd, and as long as we seize the opportunity, we can definitely catch [Nightfall] and all the instructors off guard, taking control of this training camp.
As long as we can flatten this training camp and kill these six hundred new recruits, the personnel flow of the Great Xia Night Watch will experience a break, making it impossible to allocate personnel effectively. The strength of the border war strongholds will be greatly diminished, and when the evil gods come, Great Xia will surely be unable to withstand it!
The era of the Dark Gods is bound to arrive!” Excitement flickered in the eyes of the lean new recruit.
The other two also became excited.
“By the way, what about that one? Didn’t we say that person has already infiltrated the training camp and will cooperate with us?” the youthful recruit asked, as if recalling something.
“Lord Qianmo is one of the ancient three gods of our Ancient God Church; his movements are always unpredictable. How could we possibly guess them?”
“True, Lord Qianmo should have already infiltrated the enemy’s ranks, secretly observing our performance.”
“We still have plenty of time before the baseline assessment ends. Let’s proceed steadily, following this group of new recruits and looking for an opportunity to act.”
“Okay!”
……
Training Camp.
Shooting Range.
Jialan, wearing the Red Child mask, sat bored on the rooftop of the shooting range, listening to the screams rising and falling around her, and yawned.
“Why hasn’t anyone found me yet… I want to scare the little kids too!”
Jialan sighed in frustration.
At that moment, a small group of new recruits, armed with knives and guns, excitedly rushed over from a distance, about fifty or sixty of them.
The moment she saw them, Jialan’s eyes lit up.
She quickly climbed up from the rooftop, eager to jump down, but then seemed to remember something, coughed lightly twice, and quietly took out blood-colored thread and a collection of incredibly lifelike heads from her bag.
“Script, script… What was my character again?”
Holding the thread in one hand and the bloody heads in the other, Jialan stood there in confusion for a moment, clicked her tongue, put both down, and pulled out a small notebook, flipping through it quickly.
“Um… I’m a female demon who likes to string heads into a belt and wear it around my waist… A head belt? I need to string these props together with the thread first.”
Jialan immediately put the notebook away, took out the blood-colored thread, pinched the needle with one hand and the red thread with the other, widening her eyes as she tried hard to thread the line through the needle’s tiny hole.
However, after several attempts, she failed each time.
The tiny thread seemed to have a mind of its own, refusing to go through the needle’s eye.
As she watched the new recruits rush into the shooting range and start searching frantically, an anxious look appeared on Jialan’s face. She quickly removed her Red Child mask, licked the tip of the red thread with her tongue, and muttered while threading:
“That fat guy really… can’t he prepare the props properly before giving them to me?!”
Finally, Jialan managed to thread the red line through the needle and successfully strung all the heads into a belt. But then another problem arose; her waist was too slim to tie the head belt around it…
Seeing the new recruits about to reach the top floor, Jialan, in a moment of desperation, came up with a plan!
She grabbed a training mat from the corner of the top floor and forcefully stuffed it into the deep blue Hanfu under her cloak, hoping to increase her waist size enough to fit the head belt.
At that moment, many figures quickly searched up the stairway on the top floor.
“Do you think there will be members of the [Nightfall] team here?”
“I think there should be. I heard some noise on the rooftop when we were searching downstairs.”
“Is that true? Everyone, get ready for battle!”
……
The new recruits, armed with knives and guns and filled with fighting spirit, kicked open the door to the top floor!
A gentle breeze swept across the top of the shooting range, and in the empty floor, a girl in a deep blue Hanfu stood with her left hand holding a string of heads and her right hand clutching a training mat, gritting her teeth as she struggled to stuff the mat into her collar…
Seeing the suddenly appearing new recruits, Jialan’s movements froze.
She was stunned.
The new recruits were also stunned.
The air fell into a dead silence.
The new recruits swallowed hard, their gazes unconsciously drifting to the side, just in time to catch sight of the Red Child mask that Jialan had forgotten.
“Eh? Who is she…”
Boom—!!
Jialan crushed the training mat in her hand, a terrifying aura erupted, and her black hair floated up on its own. She looked at the group of new recruits with a mix of shame and anger, determination flashing in her eyes.
Sorry, Qiye,
I can’t leave the new recruits here to create an atmosphere for you,
Today, not a single one of these new recruits can leave here conscious!
Jialan’s figure transformed into a blur, like a fierce blue beast, crashing into the bewildered crowd, her fair hand clenched into a fist, roaring as she struck at them!
“Not good! Everyone together…”
Before the leading new recruit could finish his sentence, Jialan’s fist smashed into his forehead, and he rolled his eyes back, promptly fainting.
The other new recruits quickly reacted, attacking Jialan with their guns and blades in a frenzy.
However, no matter what kind of attack landed on the blue-clad girl, it left not a single mark.
Jialan swiftly maneuvered among the new recruits, using all her strength, knocking one out with each punch, and the new recruits fell like a tide.
At that moment, a seemingly unremarkable young man among the recruits suddenly erupted with a chilling glint in his eyes. An extremely cold energy manifested in his palm, seizing the opportunity to strike fiercely at Jialan’s back!
A sinister smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
“The first one…”
As one of the ancient three gods of the Ancient God Church, on par with [Murmur], Qianmo was the most elusive figure in the entire Ancient God Church. Very few knew his appearance or abilities; he was like a ghost, constantly wandering the world, invisibly reaping lives.
Although the Town Ruins Monument suppressed his realm to the ‘Pool’ realm, with the extremely dangerous divine ruins, Qianmo was confident he could kill anyone in this training camp in one strike, even members of the [Nightfall] team.
His palm, filled with cold energy, slammed heavily into Jialan’s back, but it felt like an egg hitting a rock, shattering into pieces.
Qianmo’s expression stiffened.
After knocking out a new recruit with a punch, Jialan slowly turned her head to look at Qianmo behind her.
“Another fish that slipped through the net?” Jialan muttered, grabbing Qianmo by the collar, her right fist raised high, and she brought it crashing down onto Qianmo’s head.
