The sharp broken rod pierced through the monster's brain, wiping out all its vitality. However, even so, the momentum of its leap still existed.
Its massive body fell like a projectile, violently knocking Lin Qiyue, who was holding the broken rod, to the ground.
In the end, Lin Qiyue's ability to kill this monster relied purely on his abnormal dynamic vision and the divine power of the Archangel. His own strength did not increase; this monster weighed at least two hundred kilograms, making it impossible for him to escape its grasp in a short time.
Moreover, after Lin Qiyue forcibly activated the divine power of the Archangel, he felt as if he had been emptied of all strength, with dizziness creeping in.
However, at this moment, the second hidden monster, which had been lurking on the other side, made its move.
This hunter, concealed in the distance, finally revealed its ferocious fangs!
Its limbs swiftly ran, weaving through the flickering dim streetlights. The shadows it cast were like swaying ghosts, with a sinister crimson tongue writhing strangely.
Lin Qiyue could see its movements, but he was currently unable to dodge. He could only watch helplessly as the dense fangs rapidly enlarged before his eyes!
When the monster was only two meters away from Lin Qiyue, his pupils suddenly contracted!
In his perception range, an object faster than the monster was rapidly approaching!
That seemed... like a person?
A genuine person?
Swoosh!
Lin Qiyue felt a momentary blur, and a figure descended from the night sky. The person landed firmly on the ground, and the wind generated by the landing lifted the dark red cloak, revealing the profile of a middle-aged man.
Not handsome, not ugly, just like an uncle one could see anywhere on the roadside, making people instinctively ignore his presence.
But the killing intent emanating from his eyes was as sharp as a dazzling sword!
He crouched halfway, staring fixedly at the monster less than a meter away. His right hand firmly gripped the hilt behind him.
Clang!
A crisp sound echoed from the scabbard, and the pale blue blade reflected the dim moonlight. Breaking the heavy air, it silently slashed forward!
It was a plain straight sword!
The blade cut through a crescent shape, colliding with the monster's sharp claws and sparking a series of flashes.
Zhao Kongcheng roared, every muscle in his body tensed, and he took a fierce step forward!
The monster, with a size comparable to a brown bear, was actually forced back several steps!
Lin Qiyue's eyes were filled with disbelief. He had fought against this monster and understood its terrifying strength. Yet, the man in front of him could actually push it back?
Who was this person?
After forcing the monster back a few steps, Zhao Kongcheng's movements were unique. Like a maggot clinging to bones, he adhered to the front of the monster. The straight sword in his hand continuously slashed, leaving grim knife marks on the monster's body!
The monster screamed in pain, resentfully glaring at Zhao Kongcheng. Its elongated spear-like forelimbs lifted, attempting to kill the detestable human in front of it.
However, two sword glows flickered, and its forelimbs were directly chopped off by Zhao Kongcheng!
Before the monster could scream, Zhao Kongcheng's eyes burst with a chilling light. The straight sword in his hand swiftly swung towards the monster's neck!
The pale blue blade effortlessly cut through the monster's flesh and blood. In the next moment, the monster's head was thrown high into the air...
Rolling to the ground with a dull thud.
Snap!
The sword returned to its sheath, the dark red cloak now stained with the monster's blood. However, due to its color similarity, one couldn't tell without careful inspection.
Zhao Kongcheng didn't spare a glance at the monster's corpse on the ground. Nonchalantly, he took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and then pulled out a walkie-talkie.
"The two escaping Masked Kings have been cleared. Let the logistics team come clean up the battlefield."
Having said that, he put away the walkie-talkie and walked straight to Lin Qiyue, who had just struggled free.
Lin Qiyue silently watched him, and Zhao Kongcheng also silently observed Lin Qiyue.
Under the night sky, next to the bloodstain, the two men silently stared at each other...
After a long time, Zhao Kongcheng couldn't help it and spoke first:
"Was I handsome just now?"
Lin Qiyue: ...
Lin Qiyue stared at his eyes for a moment, realizing that he seemed to be serious. He could only say softly, "Yes, you were."
"Good." Zhao Kongcheng grinned, "Do you want to be as handsome as me?"
"I don't want."
"...Why?"
"Easy to die."
Lin Qiyue's expression was serious.
Zhao Kongcheng was momentarily speechless. "But you just saw it. You have supernatural powers that ordinary people dream of. Don't you want to be like a superhero in the movies?"
"Don't want."
"...Because it's easy to die?"
"Yes."
Zhao Kongcheng rubbed his temples, finding it somewhat difficult to deal with the young man in front of him. "Okay, here's the deal. This is not the place to talk. Let's find another place to chat. By the way, I'm Zhao Kongcheng, and I'm not a bad person."
"Lin Qiyue." Lin Qiyue blinked and nodded, "I believe you. Wait for me here; I'll go get my backpack. My study materials are still inside."
"...Go ahead." Zhao Kongcheng helplessly waved his hand, walked to the side of the road, and sat down on the curb, feeling somewhat depressed.
If an ordinary person had gone through such an experience, they would have been scared out of their wits long ago. This kid was even thinking about going back to get his study materials...
Most importantly, he directly refused himself?
Damn it, he had used all his tricks! Those slashes just now were simply too cool!
Even when sparring with the captain, he had never been so desperate!
Speaking of which, he didn't know how the captain was doing. The Masked King was not easy to deal with...
Zhao Kongcheng sat on the roadside without an image, took a puff of his cigarette, and fell into deep thought.
Lost in thought...
Hmm?
Something seemed off.
Suddenly, Zhao Kongcheng snapped back to reality, reacted after half a second, and then stood up quickly, glancing around...
Where was the kid's figure!?
Zhao Kongcheng stood still in place, stunned, gaping wide. He was reluctant to believe what he had just experienced.
"Damn it, the kid actually ran away?!"
...
"Bro, why are you back so late today?"
Yang Jin looked at the exhausted Lin Qiyue, questioning, "Where's your cane?"
Lin Qiyue changed into slippers, forcing a smile on his face. "I encountered something on the way and accidentally lost it."
To avoid Yang Jin seeing the scar near his temple, Lin Qiyue wrapped the half-black satin back again. The cane, however, was indeed broken. Instead of bringing it back and worrying his family
, he chose to discard it.
"No problem. If you lost it, just get a new one... Is everything resolved?"
"Yeah, it's settled."
Little Black Patch trotted over from the balcony, rubbing against Lin Qiyue's legs and then lying down, revealing its belly.
Lin Qiyue squatted down, rubbing its belly with one hand while asking, "Aunt hasn't returned yet?"
"Mom is on the night shift tonight and will be back tomorrow morning."
"Alright. Is your homework finished?"
"Just a little bit left."
"Middle school assigns so much homework... it's insane." Lin Qiyue stood up, complaining, and said to Yang Jin, "If you're tired, don't write anymore. If the teacher scolds you, tell your brother. I'll reason with them."
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Yang Jin's mouth. "I'll finish it soon."
"I'm a bit tired. I'll go to bed first. If you finish, go to sleep early."
"Okay."
Lin Qiyue, dragging his tired body, walked into his room. Just about to close the door, Yang Jin's voice came again.
"Bro, is everything really okay?"
"It's okay. Go to sleep early," Lin Qiyue replied and closed the door gently.
The door closed lightly, and Yang Jin stood outside holding Little Black Patch, silently staring at Lin Qiyue's room.
Lin Qiyue lay down on the bed, feeling exhausted. He closed his eyes and tried to relax. Outside the room, Yang Jin continued to observe.
"Bro... really nothing wrong?"
"Nothing." Lin Qiyue's voice came through the door. "If you're worried, sleep in my room tonight."
Silence. Then, Yang Jin said, "Okay."
Lin Qiyue sighed inwardly. He couldn't tell Yang Jin the truth, not now. He needed to figure out the situation first. The scent of blood on him was not something he could explain easily.
The night deepened. Lin Qiyue drifted into a troubled sleep, and Yang Jin fell asleep in Lin Qiyue's room, holding Little Black Patch.
In the dark, the moon cast a faint light, and somewhere in the city, Zhao Kongcheng, still in his cloak, muttered to himself while staring at the blood-stained street, "There was a smell of blood on him..."