Chapter 8: Exile (4)
So, why did Strong Brother suddenly appear before the Witch alongside the Demon-Slaying Squad?
Well, Strong Brother himself was just as bewildered.
He had been quietly watching the official live stream with Cold Little Rain, who had just been through a wave of cyberbullying. It was her most vulnerable moment, and his silent company was like a soothing balm for her frayed emotions.
But then, out of nowhere, his brain felt like it had been zapped with electricity, and a faint voice echoed in his head: “Demon-Slaying Squad assemble!”
And just like that, he vanished without a trace.
Cold Little Rain hadn’t even noticed Strong Brother was gone until she saw a familiar dog head pop up in the Demon-Slaying Squad on the screen.
She half-jokingly said, “Strong Brother, I remember you joined the Demon-Slaying Squad, right? That dog head must be impersonating you.”
After a long pause with no one replying, Cold Little Rain finally realized that Strong Brother had already vanished from the room, leaving her alone.
“Ahhhh, could it be…?”
Cold Little Rain was stunned.
Well, no matter how bizarre things got in the game, she had to learn to accept it. After all, it was just teleportation, right?
“Everyone, rise.”
Facing the collective apology from the crowd, the Witch raised her hand slightly.
“Thank you, my Lord!”
They all chorused.
Strong Brother let out a breath of relief, cautiously looking around.
He noticed that even among the high-profile members of the Extermination of Immortals organization, there were hierarchies in play.
The so-called Demon-Slaying Squad, Ghost-Extermination Team, and Bloodshed Squad were likely the grassroots execution teams of the Extermination of Immortals.
They were protecting Cold Moon Witch on the outermost layer.
Standing closely beside the Witch were five individuals who not only represented the senior levels of Extermination of Immortals but also possessed formidable strength.
Then there was Feng Yalin, who was practically a one-woman army, leaving countless players in awe.
However, Strong Brother distinctly noticed that one of the girls among the five, who was bound tightly in white bandages from the neck down and wore a black miniskirt, caught everyone’s attention even more.
Her stance was odd, head hanging low, and her arms dropped in front of her like a zombie, with a voice that grated the ears.
Sure enough, she was the first to bend at the waist, releasing a strange “hehehe” laugh, “Leave them to me, my Lord.”
Cold Moon glanced at her coolly, “Can you handle it by yourself?”
“I’m willing to give it a try.”
“Very well, go ahead.”
The girl bounced excitedly, her arms flailing in front of her as if they had no support.
The other members of Extermination of Immortals immediately cleared a path for her.
The audience was dumbfounded.
Hey, why did they send out this quirky girl instead of one of the tall, handsome swordsmen?
The disciples from Heavenly Sword Sect felt a huge insult.
Sure, the girl stood close to Cold Moon, which suggested she had earned her respect, but to everyone else,
how much combat ability could a bizarre-looking girl with skinny arms and legs wrapped in bandages possibly have?
Sending her out was downright contemptuous of Heavenly Sword Sect.
The composed Ling Xiaozu ordered Luo Ying to step back for now and sent out another disciple who ranked in the top ten of the inner sect.
While not as physically strong as Luo Ying, this disciple was agile and had excellent analytical skills, making him less likely to fall into the enemy’s traps when dealing with such odd opponents.
The audience perked up.
This was the first time the Extermination of Immortals had showcased their scale to the public.
They had long believed that Extermination of Immortals possessed power and strength equal to the top sects.
Besides, the individuals standing beside the Witch were just the tip of the iceberg.
If all the members of Extermination of Immortals gathered, even if Heavenly Sword Sect brought their best, they wouldn’t stand a chance.
Initially, everyone thought that the first warrior to appear for Extermination of Immortals would be the most impressive one, like Feng Yalin.
But no, a sickly-looking girl boldly asked the Witch for a chance to fight, and the Witch just happened to agree.
Could she really pull it off?
Heavenly Sword Sect’s representative disciple was tall and muscular. No matter how skilled he was, he’d at least pack a punch.
Yet, so far, that girl was empty-handed without any weapon.
Good heavens, was she planning to take on swords with her bare hands?
Her opponent was Heavenly Sword Sect, the top sect for sword cultivators.
Once the sword was drawn, it would never be retracted—that was the very essence of Heavenly Sword Sect’s sword intent.
In that moment, whether among the live audience or the online viewers, everyone felt the girl might not stand a chance against Heavenly Sword Sect.
It seemed like Extermination of Immortals was bound to face an uphill battle.
The Mediterranean, a disciple of Heavenly Sword, calmly fixed his gaze on the bandaged girl.
Before heading out, the Sect Leader had warned him,
That kind of opponent usually relied on weird tricks, so he had to finish the battle quickly, before their gimmicks could even take effect.
If it turned into a tug of war, the enemy’s strengths would gradually show.
“The Mediterranean” kept the Sect Leader’s advice in mind.
As soon as they stood still, he lunged forward with a swift thrust aimed directly at the girl.
The girl tilted her head to look at him, her arms still hanging limply in front, showing no inclination to resist.
Hehe, just a demoness?
If you want to d*e, so be it!
As one of the top ten disciples of Heavenly Sword Sect, “The Mediterranean” was no slouch, matching Luo Ying’s strength in terms of raw power.
Ling Xiaozu dispatched him to give Extermination of Immortals a taste of their own medicine.
“The Mediterranean’s” sword moved like lightning, the tip arriving in front of the girl in the blink of an eye.
“d*e!”
He could already envision the long sword piercing her neck, snuffing out her life.
But just as everyone held their breath in fear, thinking the girl was about to be cleaved in two, she slightly tilted her body, and the sword missed her neck. Instead, it pierced through her shoulder blade, splattering bl**d in a “pfft” from the wound.
The audience gasped.
What in the world?
What level is this girl? Just from that, she gets to be the Witch’s right-hand?
She’d just been critically injured in their first encounter—how could they continue this fight?
Was this not embarrassing Cold Moon, the big boss of the game?
But before the audience could flood the comment section with their doubts,
the Heavenly Sword Sect disciples suddenly cried out in agony.
Even Ling Xiaozu felt a sharp pain in his shoulder blade, as if suddenly pierced by a sharp weapon.
However, due to his high level, the qi protection on his body only allowed the sword tip to penetrate slightly, leaving just a small bl**d mark.
But the other Heavenly Sword disciples suffered identical injuries to that poor girl.
They all clutched their shoulders as bl**d gushed out between their fingers, turning their faces pale in an instant.
It was as if they had genuinely been hit by “The Mediterranean’s” sword.
As soon as “The Mediterranean” had felt a hint of victory, he was jolted by the screams of his fellow disciples.
Turning around to look, he saw that each of his comrades had been gravely injured, including Master Sister Luo Ying, who bore a fresh crimson mark on her shoulder.
What… the heck was going on?
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P.S. Breakfast was a bit late, but still hot.
