Apocalypse: I Have One More Keyword Than Others-Chapter 47 - 0 Gluttonous Pattern_1
Chapter 47: 047 Gluttonous Pattern_1
Chapter 47: 047 Gluttonous Pattern_1
Divine Fist Gate Headquarters.
Qiu Feipeng was restless, pacing back and forth in his room, occasionally glancing in the direction of the Iron Palm Gang. Finally, he couldn’t help but approach Feng Jiu and ask, “Mr. Jiu, there won’t be any issues with Master He and the others, will there?”
“What kind of issues could there be?” In front of Feng Jiu was a table full of delicacies, and he spoke with his mouth dripping with oil, “Inside Luyang City, no one believes that Feng Qi has the ability to uphold justice anymore. If his keyword truly was ‘uphold,’ his attributes would have already dropped to the lowest. He didn’t come to Luyang City to seek the murderer, but under the pretense of the Peacekeeping Joint Defense, he gathered people from the three sects and five factions; it’s nothing more than a desperate attempt for a cure.”
“A desperate attempt for a cure?” Qiu Feipeng raised an eyebrow.
Han Zuo was resting with his eyes closed nearby, and upon hearing this, he glanced at Feng Jiu. He and Feng Qi were both Heavenly Demons, but on Feng Jiu, he couldn’t sense the calm and composure of Feng Qi—there was always a subtle unease deep in his heart.
“Feng Qi used a whole set of empty and grandiose theories to fool the Feng Family into being disoriented, thinking they could unify the martial world immediately and supporting Feng Qi wholeheartedly. This time, by gathering the leaders of the three sects and five factions, he’s probably trying to repeat his old tricks! However, Master He has already learned about all his past actions and certainly won’t be deceived,” Feng Jiu sneered, tossing the gnawed-clean chicken bone in his hand away.
Thud.
The chicken bone embedded itself deeply into the wooden door frame, and he nodded in satisfaction.
“But you’ve also said, what if his attribute isn’t ‘uphold’?” Qiu Feipeng asked.
“Feng Qi seized control of the Iron Palm Gang through a surprise attack on Gang Master Qiu, commanding you by using such despicable means as threatening the former gang leader. Now, he only has three to five hundred men at his disposal who aren’t fully under his control. We can easily undo all his actions with a move of our hand. He wouldn’t dare provoke people from the three sects and five factions unless he no longer wished to exist in this world.”
Feng Jiu spoke confidently, “Young Master Qiu, a Heavenly Demon only needs to act in harmony with their own attribute, they’re not fools. Feng Qi’s biggest flaw is his arrogance, always thinking he can control everything. If it wasn’t for his arrogance, would the Feng Family have fallen to its current state? If Young Master Qiu is truly concerned, we can absolutely find a place to hide in advance…”
“What are you saying, Mr. Jiu? If Master He comes back and sees us gone, what will he think of us?” Qiu Feipeng said sheepishly.
“I already said that it’s better to find a place to hide anywhere in Luyang City. It would be more flexible to operate that way – come and go as we please, stay if we want, and constantly be able to sabotage Feng Qi. It was you who insisted on looking for allies, and now, because of face, we can’t even leave if we want to…” Feng Jiu mocked, then suddenly, his expression changed, and he rushed towards the door, “No good, someone’s coming, let’s go quickly.”
“Who is it?” Qiu Feipeng was stunned, as various chaotic sounds were already coming from outside, the clashing of weapons, shouting.
…
“Ding Wanjie, have you lost your mind, how dare you attack the Divine Fist Gate?”
“Kill, don’t let a single villain escape.”
“Brother Jiu, old friend, you don’t even greet us, where are you hurrying off to in such a rush?”
“My dear little darlings, why do you take up arms against me? Come on, put down your knives, let your brother taste the flavor of your blood…”
…
“Feng Qi!” Hearing Duge’s terrifying voice, Han Zuo stood up abruptly, angrily saying, “Feng Jiu, that damned traitor, I knew he couldn’t be trusted. Fourth Young Master, Hall Master Yan, we must leave quickly.”
“How is that possible? Master He couldn’t have betrayed us,” Qiu Feipeng said.
“There are people from the Beggar’s Gang outside, Master He is most likely already dead,” Han Zuo said urgently. “Let’s go, Fourth Young Master, Old Yan, find a way to break out. The third young lady has gone to ask for Sect Master Tong’s help. With the green hills left, there’s no fear of no firewood.”
“Dead? But Master He is a member of the Divine Fist Gate…” Qiu Feipeng said, shocked.
“Fourth Young Master, don’t dwell on it anymore, it’ll be too late if we don’t leave now,” Han Zuo, seizing Qiu Feipeng’s arm, dragged him out towards the door.
But once outside, their faces turned even grimmer.
The courtyard was a one-sided massacre.
The Divine Fist Gate had about twenty or so people stationed in Luyang City, apart from He Yuan’an and the deputy, the rest were all ordinary disciples, with only a few on par with the incense masters of the Iron Palm Gang.
These individuals, together with the guards from each hall of the Iron Palm Gang and a few incense masters, totaled just over fifty people.
Their opponents were none other than the leaders of the three sects and five factions, such as Gao Yong, Ding Wanjie, and Nie Nong.
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Under normal circumstances, even facing several masters, a group of over fifty had the power to fight.
But now, there was a Wang San outside the crowd, disturbing the members of the Divine Fist Gate with his strange tones and manner of speaking.
Over fifty individuals were panic-stricken under the onslaught of these experts, only thinking of escape. In front of these masters, they wouldn’t last more than two or three moves before being chopped down to the ground.
“Kill Wang San first,” Han Zuo made a swift judgement of the situation, shouting loudly, “Without killing Wang San, none of us can escape.”
“Han Zuo, I liked you so much, yet you first betray me, and now you want to kill me,” Wang San chuckled coldly, his gaze turning to Han Zuo as his leisurely voice resonated, “What have I done wrong?”
An immense fear instantly surged into Han Zuo’s heart. He didn’t dare to even glance at Wang San anymore; having experienced it firsthand, he finally understood why the people became disordered as soon as Wang San started speaking. Suppressing the terror in his heart, his voice trembling, he said, “Fourth Young Master, kill Wang San…”
“You are all my lovers, and none of you can escape,” Wang San cackled, encompassing everyone in his declaration.
“Don’t…”
Qiu Feipeng stepped back in terror again and again.
Xia Mingliang of the Mount Tian Sect scanned them and, with a single sword move, enveloped several of them all at once.
He had no choice but to make his move, as Feng Qi had been behind them the whole time, playing the role of a supervising officer.
Everyone knew that even though they had signed the Peacekeeping Joint Defense contract, Feng Qi did not trust them. Attacking the Divine Fist Gate was their pledge of allegiance; whoever failed to act would find Feng Qi’s dagger sending them to meet He Yuan’an.
…
Why did he succeed again?
You are the alliance of three sects and five schools, so how can you be as foolish as the Feng Family?
What benefit did he offer you?
Why?
Why does everything he does go smoothly?
And that Sickly Cute, why is he so devoted to helping him?
What kind of advanced skills has he derived?
A Stupidity Halo, perhaps?
Watching the triumphant Feng Qi, Feng Jiu’s heart surged with jealousy, bleeding with envy. After weighing their strengths, he took a deep breath and put on a smile, “Brother Qi, we are old acquaintances, through and through. Is there still a chance for me to join you?”
If I hadn’t sabotaged you, there might have been a chance for you…
Duge looked at Feng Jiu, shook his head, and said, “Brother Jiu, if you hadn’t destroyed the justice I’ve worked so hard to uphold yesterday, there might have been a chance for you.”
Feng Jiu suddenly fell silent, looking forlornly at Duge, and said, “Brother Qi, I am a student of the civilian academy, and I know you will no longer trust me. But I don’t want to be eliminated so soon. Give me another month’s time, let me enjoy the cuisine of this world a while longer.”
“Brother Qi, don’t believe him,” Feng Zhong whispered, “There are no weaklings in the simulation…”
Hearing Feng Zhong’s words, Feng Jiu inwardly sighed, then suddenly burst into an evil smile, “This is you forcing my hand. By devouring the three of you, I will soar to new heights. Come forth, Gluttonous Pattern.”
The moment he spoke, Duge felt a premonition of danger, and his flying knife was already hurling through the air, making a whoosh sound as it lodged into Feng Jiu’s chest.
But Feng Jiu didn’t die. Instead, pitch-black patterns suddenly emerged on his face. As soon as the patterns appeared, they seemed to come alive, instantly covering his entire body.
Subsequently, his body rapidly swelled, bursting the clothes on his frame, transforming into a two-meter-tall monstrosity with the face of a goat, eyes under its armpits, and the claws and teeth of a tiger. It looked at Duge, gave a roaring howl to the sky, leaped up, and pounced towards Wang San.
Duge was on guard, but he did not know the keywords that had triggered Feng Zhong.
Yet, from what he had heard from Feng Yunjie, he knew the unnatural fear Sickly Cute caused in others when Wang San spoke; therefore, he had to kill him before he could speak again, or else there would be no chance for him.
