Apocalypse: I Have One More Keyword Than Others-Chapter 24 - 0 Reverse_1
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Chapter 24: 024 Reverse_1
Wang San awoke, and the situation reversed in an instant.
The Hall Master was at a loss amid the struggle with Feng Shiyi, but Feng Shiyi was overjoyed and finally understood why Duge was adamant about having Wang San—even at the cost of his own life. Indeed, the Heavenly Demon was more terrifying than he had imagined—the situation was now under control.
“Giegiegiegiegiegiete, is this the taste of a lover’s blood? So sweet…” Wang San leaped out of the water tank, smearing the fresh blood from a corpse onto his face, indulging in its scent beneath his nose before turning to those attacking Feng Yunjie. He slowly spread the blood over his face and said, “My dears, do I seem frightening to you? Why do you flee? I will break your legs, so you’ll never escape again. If I kill you, you’ll never be unfaithful. Am I not clever? Quick, praise me…”
This time, Wang San was targeting the two people attacking Feng Yunjie. Affected by fear, Feng Yunjie’s moves were in disarray and he could not defend himself any longer.
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“Don’t.”
Including Feng Yunjie, the three of them let out a wail of agony, simultaneously dropping their weapons, frantically searching for a place to hide like headless flies.
“To kill is to protect life; I shall help you be freed from a sinful life.” Duge justified his actions with a noble-sounding reason. His movements were elusive – the moment they exposed their backs, he would swoop in like a ghost, striking through the heart with his sword.
After backstabbing several people, his attributes rose slightly, mastering the art of “Backstab” even more proficiently.
One person sowed terror in hearts, another protected Wang San, and along with that came surprise attacks from behind—the two cooperated seamlessly.
The rest of the Iron Palm Gang did not understand what was happening, but the mysterious deaths of their comrades inflicted a great psychological trauma on them. They watched Wang San and Duge in terror, unable to muster any will to fight.
“Heavenly Demon, they are Demons and Monsters, not human,” one of them screamed in terror, “Hall Master, we should retreat! If we don’t, our brothers will fall here…”
The Iron Palm Gang Hall Master had never witnessed such a style of combat; this was beyond his knowledge.
He wanted to retreat, but leaving behind seven or eight brothers and just walking away – he couldn’t do it without some reluctance. He also realized that the so-called Heavenly Demon martial arts were nothing special, leveraging only physical fitness and demonic tricks in battle.
Clenching his teeth, he pushed Feng Shiyi back with a palm strike and leaped towards Wang San. In his view, if he could take out Wang San, who disturbed people’s minds, the remaining Feng Qi would not be a concern. Bringing a Heavenly Demon back would be enough to account for his actions.
He was fast, and in the blink of an eye, he was upon Wang San. Seeing the Hall Master within reach, Wang San was so startled that he forgot to speak; by the time he opened his mouth, it was too late.
Fortunately, Duge, constantly vigilant with his “Rear Eye,” turned sharply, stood in front of Wang San, and raised his Longsword, waiting for the Hall Master to run onto it.
Wang San gazed at Duge blocking in front of him, momentarily dazed.
The Hall Master seemed oblivious to Duge’s raised Longsword and with an interlocking strike of his palms, Duge’s sword snapped into three pieces.
Duge didn’t expect his sword to break and was stunned briefly. In that instant, the Hall Master landed a Palm Seal on his chest but held back seven-tenths of his strength; he came for the Heavenly Demon, after all, and couldn’t kill them outright.
Duge was sent flying by a massive force, crashing into Wang San, and both tumbled together like rolling gourds.
Pain jolted Wang San awake, and he exclaimed as if flying, “I love you, how could you treat me this way…”
In that moment, an inexplicable fear surged through the Hall Master’s heart; however, his willpower was much stronger than that of an ordinary gang member. Enduring the terror, he lifted his foot and stomped hard towards Wang San’s abdomen.
In this dire moment…
Duge once again threw himself on top of Wang San, serving as a human cushion.
Agony ensued.
Puh!
A gush of fresh blood sprayed from Duge’s mouth and followed by his self-sacrifice to save Wang San, his wounds began to heal rapidly: “To kill him, you’ll have to kill me first.”
Wang San’s pupils trembled, “…how can you treat me this way, how can you? I want to open up your body and look at your heart, to see if I’m truly inside…”
As Wang San rambled on, the fear in the Hall Master’s heart intensified. Gritting his teeth and shaking, he lifted his foot again, but before he could bring it down…
Bang!
A muffled thud.
His body suddenly flew through the air, struck from behind by Feng Shiyi, who had arrived in time.
The battle, initially tilted in terms of strength, was turned around in an instant by Duge and Wang San. Understanding the importance of the Heavenly Demon, naturally, he would do his utmost to rescue the pair.
Especially Feng Qi, who had proven through his actions that he truly would protect others with his life!
Now he was still weak, but once he grew stronger, the day he would protect the Feng Family would surely come, and the Feng Family would definitely enjoy peace and prosperity. Therefore, Feng Qi must not die, and he alone could subdue the other Heavenly Demons.
At this moment, Duge’s importance had risen even above that of Feng Yunjie.
If Feng Yunjie died, his older brother could still live on, but if Feng Qi died, it would truly be the end.
No longer under continuous attack from the Hall Master of the Iron Palm Gang, Duge finally managed to stand up. His words and actions had aligned with the keyword “protection”, and the moment he rose to his feet, the wounds caused by the Hall Master healed instantly.
It had to be said.
He truly had gained a great advantage by being protective.
Had it been any other keyword, with such severe injuries and unable to move, death would likely have been his only fate.
The Hall Master, having been sent flying, took the opportunity to rush towards the staircase, overwhelmed by fear and severe injuries. He had no intention of fighting anymore and only wanted to escape this hellish place as quickly as possible.
With the Hall Master fleeing, the remaining members of the Iron Palm Gang dared not linger in battle. They threw down their opponents and fled in a scramble.
With his longsword broken and no suitable weapon at hand, Duge simply pulled out all the throwing knives from his pouch and flung them out with both hands in rapid succession.
Backstab, which came with an agility bonus for attacking from behind, did not care for the type of weapon used.
In a mere instant, dozens of throwing knives were cast out by Duge, his arms whirling so fast they left afterimages.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
In the narrow corridor, there was little space to dodge the flying knives.
A series of agonized screams followed as members of the Iron Palm Gang successively fell to the ground.
The Hall Master was also struck by a knife. A throwing knife pierced into his right lung from the back, sinking up to the hilt. He collapsed to the floor, convulsing violently, blood frothing from his mouth, his life visibly ebbing away.
Those lucky enough to have avoided the knives were chased down by Feng Shiyi, whose palms sent them to their deaths. Those on the ground not yet dead from the knives had their necks snapped by his hands.
The noisy corridor was filled with a thick stench of blood and then returned to silence. Feng Yunjie was curled up in a corner, teeth chattering with a relentless clicking sound. He was one of Wang San’s favorites, and the “Fear of the Delicate” targeted all those favored by Wang San. He had been terrified out of his wits long ago.
Of the five Direct Disciples, three had died, and the remaining two were injured. Looking at the ghastly scene of battle, Feng Shiyi spat out a mouthful of blood and said, “Mr. Seven, we cannot leave any survivors. This place belongs to the Iron Palm Gang. Once they report back, none of us will be able to escape.”
Although the fighting style of the Heavenly Demon was quite unorthodox and even somewhat evil, having seen Feng Qi’s strange actions often, Feng Shiyi did not find it surprising. Instead, he fully acknowledged Duge’s leadership in the team.
“Leave? Where to?” Duge asked.
“Mr. Seven, the Iron Palm Gang’s sudden attack on the Prosperous Jade Building with such precision clearly indicates there’s a traitor from the Feng family. We can no longer stay at the Prosperous Jade Building; we need to retreat to the Feng family’s Mansion to lay low and come up with a plan,” Feng Shiyi suggested.
“Second Householder, who do you think the traitor might be?” Duge inquired.
After a moment of silence, Feng Shiyi uttered a name, “Feng Zhong. But I can’t understand why he would do this. He’s an old-timer of the Feng family, with his wife and children all living there…”
“Unless he is no longer himself,” Duge said with a light chuckle. “Just ask a shop assistant if anything happened to Feng Zhong in the past few days, and we’ll know.” He glanced at the two uneasy Direct Disciples and comforted them, “Don’t be afraid. If he has been possessed by a Heavenly Demon, he surely won’t reveal himself when you go to collect information from him!”
He looked back at Feng Shiyi and said with a smile, “Second Householder, it seems the Feng Family may truly be fated by the heavens. For such a small family, to have been visited by four Heavenly Demons.”
“Mr. Seven is jesting,” Feng Shiyi replied with a bitter laugh. “Now, to pursue Feng Zhong is meaningless. Our top priority is to leave this place quickly. Otherwise, once the Iron Palm Gang recovers, it will be difficult to escape.”
“Second Householder, do you think Feng Zhong, in betraying his master, would only betray a few of us?” Duge chuckled. “Don’t forget, there’s still a Heavenly Demon residing in the Feng family’s Mansion!”
Feng Shiyi turned to look at the two Direct Disciples.
One of them spoke frantically, “Second master, Shopkeeper Feng had indeed inquired about the family’s situation from us.”
Feng Shiyi asked bitterly, “Did you tell him?”
“Please punish me, Second Householder,” the man knelt with a thud, awkwardly defending himself, “At that time, the disciple did not know that Feng Zhong had been possessed by a Heavenly Demon. Thinking about the matters in Luyang City and needing Shopkeeper Feng’s cooperation, I told him everything about the mansion.”
In an instant.
All the color drained from Feng Shiyi’s face.
Wang San glanced at Duge, filled with retrospective fear. He knew his situation was crystal clear to Feng Zhong, and had Duge not intervened, Wang San would have eventually been targeted by Feng Zhong. That man, so decisive in his treachery, was unlikely to spare him.
