Infinite Fighting

As everyone suspected each other and Kenji was furious and preparing to investigate, Zhang Ji stepped forward and said something.

“It’s not on them; the jar will come back on its own,” Zhang Ji said.

If Zhang Ji says the jar is gone, then it really is gone.

His inherent mystique naturally leads people to blindly trust him.

"Come back on your own?" Kenzie asked, his expression showing confusion.

The others also looked at Zhang Ji with puzzled expressions.

Zhang Ji is too mysterious; his words always exceed their comprehension.

"Can that jar grow legs and run back by itself?" Gray asked.

"The person carrying the jar has legs," Zhang Ji chuckled.

He laughed because he had seen some interesting information.

Taren took the gold jar and immediately retreated.

Artifact!

This is undoubtedly a divine artifact.

If it were in the past, he would definitely have tried to silence them.

But with Zhang Ji in Kenji's team, he really couldn't see Zhang Ji's true strength, so he didn't take the risk.

Besides, no one knew who he was from beginning to end, so it didn't matter who took the jar.

Even after running over 100 kilometers, Taren still couldn't quite control his emotional fluctuations.

Unlimited gold!
The significance of this is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Even top-tier experts worry about money.

They could easily spend thousands of gold coins on a few purchases, and if they drank some witchcraft tonics, it would cost even more.

In the hands of those sorcerers, money is no different from flowing water.

Now, he no longer needs to worry about gold coins.

Under the cover of night, he took out a golden jar from his personal storage belt and examined it carefully.

The jar was now empty; the gold had been taken out by Kenji's team.

The jar itself does not stick to the gold; it can be easily removed by breaking or melting it.

Taren then used it to fill a container with water by the river, and it was soon full.

As it overflows, the properties of the water inside change, causing it to shimmer with golden light under the moonlight.

Excited heart, trembling hands.

Taren has never been as excited as he is now.

"Black Crow Taren, I was wondering why you suddenly took on this mission. Turns out it's because of the artifact."

Suddenly, a voice sounded.

A figure appeared from the shadows.

He has short, fluffy golden hair, a face as wide as a plate, and sharp, piercing eyes. He carries a large sword on his back, with a lion pattern on the hilt.

"El Lion" Swick!

An epic-level expert from the Adventurers' Guild.

Like a mantis stalking a cicada, unaware of the oriole behind, Swick was short of money lately and planned to kill two thieves for a bounty. Coincidentally, Taren was exposed to his sights.

A top-tier, hall-of-fame thief with a bounty of 30,000 gold wheels.

Once we kill him, we can live a carefree life for a while longer.

However, while searching for Taren's whereabouts, he discovered that Taren had accepted a quest to find something.

The Thieves Guild is indeed professional in finding things, but something that Taren personally went to find must be extraordinary.

Swick had expected it to be some high-level treasure, but the result was even more outrageous than he had imagined.

That was actually a divine artifact.

Taren stared at Swick, seemingly a little dazed.

Swick moved swiftly, drawing his sword and slashing out instantly.

Golden battle aura flashed in the night, unleashing a several-meter-long blade of energy.

"Whoosh!"

"Pfft~!"

Taren's figure vanished, and black crow feathers drifted down from the sky.

A simple method for taking a photo.

It can be used by using the feathers of the Phantom Black Raven as materials.

“You can’t escape. I’ve never lost my prey,” Swick sneered.

Immediately, he moved and headed straight for the mountains and forests.

Thus began a game of cat chasing bird.

Taren moved swiftly and stealthily through the mountains and forests, not daring to linger for even a moment.

That lion-orc was infamous; over the years, he had captured and eaten countless rats and thieves from the gutter.

Swick wasn't necessarily after the bounty; he simply found it fun and enjoyed the thrill of the cat chasing the mouse.

Regardless of strength or weakness, any thief could become his target.

Even after capturing someone, he would intentionally release them several times before finally killing them to collect the bounty.

This perverse sense of humor terrified many thieves.

Taren never imagined he would become his target.

"Whoosh!"

A golden blade flashed across a boulder, which was barely harder than tofu under the blade's light. In an instant, it was sliced ​​in two. Taren's clothes were torn open, and a bloody gash appeared on his skin. His reaction speed was quick, otherwise he would already be a corpse.

With a flash of shadow, more than a dozen figures scattered in all directions.

Swick looked at the figures, unable to distinguish which one was real. He couldn't tell by smell or hearing, let alone sight.

"This idiot's reputation wasn't undeserved, but it's useless anyway!"

Swick narrowed his eyes, deciding to chase after each figure and kill them all.

He's fast enough that this isn't difficult for him.

Golden battle aura flashed as he shot out like lightning, breaking the sound barrier, his blade slicing through figures.

"Fake! Fake! Fake. This one is real!"

A sinister laugh accompanied the swing of a knife; Taren could no longer escape and had to fight back.

He only has one chance.

There's an absolute gap in raw power, so they can only rely on that warlock-modified short sword, [Sonic Rush].

With a flick of his arm, the short sword flew out of his arm. The blade was less than thirty centimeters long, and with the hilt, it was less than fifty centimeters long. Overall, it was just an ordinary short sword.

But in reality, beneath its unassuming exterior lies a crystallization of wisdom.

Inside the hilt of the sword is a short flute that can continuously play music.

Music is also a form of energy, a vibrating energy.

Even after it is sealed, it can still emit music and continuously increase the internal pressure. Theoretically, given enough time and if the materials can withstand it, it can be stacked without limit.

The material used to craft [Sonic Blast] is the most common Tarriel Steel, a Tier 4 epic material.

It can withstand a very high pressure limit and can play music for three months without being damaged. Only after three months will it need a pressure relief switch to release some pressure.

Normally, Taren will not use [Sonic Blast] against enemies.

The greatest value of a trump card is that others don't know its details.

Once people find out about the situation, it's easy for them to target you.

And when it comes to using it, Taren basically goes all out.

"Is this short sword for picking my teeth?" Swick scoffed.

At the same time, he swung his broadsword down.

Taren's short sword switches were fully activated in the next moment.

"Gah~!"

In an instant, the musical resonance accumulated over three months was released through the pressure relief port of the short sword, and the sound waves vibrated, causing the dust particles in the air to refract light and ripple.

Crows caw!

This is the name Taren gave to this move.

Swick, who was directly hit, was instantly sent flying backward. His body staggered backward, and the greatsword in his hand vibrated, causing the material to deform. The sound waves spread out, and the trees near him shattered instantly.

When it was all over, a fan-shaped area of ​​destruction, tens of meters long, appeared. Swick was bleeding from his ears and nose, and his eyes were bloodshot. Even with his battle aura protecting him, he was not completely immune to the attack.

He shook his head; the ringing in his ears was still there.

Anger filled my heart.

"You stinking rat, you'll die a horrible death!"

With a slash, golden battle aura tore through the earth, instantly creating a ravine a hundred meters long.

Taren dodged quickly, but he was still startled and broke out in a cold sweat.

They immediately resumed their pursuit.

Swick was injured and his senses were greatly impaired, making it more difficult to chase him. However, he was still an epic-level fighter, and Taren could not shake him off. In the process, Taren was wounded twice more. If Swick had not been injured and lost his aim, he would have been dead.

Taren had considered abandoning the gold jar and running away several times, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it.

As they chased and fled, dawn broke. Taren had no idea where he was; he was running aimlessly in a panic.

And the other side.

After a night of awkward silence and complicated emotions, Kenzie's team prepared to return.

They wanted to find the jar, but Zhang Ji told them not to, stopping their search, and they eventually gave up for the time being.

The group walked along the road, each appearing preoccupied with their own thoughts.

Having just acquired such a treasure, and then experiencing its loss, mutual suspicion, and dramatic ups and downs, no one could remain calm.

Even now, they still doubt each other.

It's only because Zhang Ji is capable of keeping things under control that they haven't broken up yet.

However, it is foreseeable that if the jar cannot be found in the end, they will definitely run into problems.

This shows that treasures that are far beyond our comprehension will inevitably bring disaster if they fall into the hands of ordinary people.

It's all too common for someone whose virtue doesn't match their position to bring disaster upon themselves.

As the group traveled until dawn, they passed a cliff when Zhang Ji suddenly called a halt to the journey.

"Mr. Zhang, have you found anything?" Kenzie asked.

"Wait a minute," Zhang Ji said.

The others didn't understand, and Gray became quite angry.

"What are you doing playing tricks on me? I think you secretly took the jar. You made a deal, then stole the jar. You clearly don't want to give me anything," Gray said.

"Grey!" Gaia slapped Grey on the back of the head. "Mr. Zhang is our benefactor. He's the one who taught us how to use the Golden Jar. He wouldn't do such a thing. Besides, the jar itself is mine, so I have the right to decide its fate."

Gray calmed down after being hit and remained silent to himself.

“Grey is just an ignorant barbarian, please don’t take it to heart, Mr. Zhang,” Gaia said to Zhang Ji.

Zhang Ji nodded slightly but said nothing.

This wasn't offensive to him; they were on different levels. He could see these emotional shifts as completely expected.

Just then, a loud roar erupted from the cliff, and several trees and some rocks were cut off and fell down, hitting Zhang Ji and his group in front of them. Everyone was so startled that they quickly retreated, but Zhang Ji did not move. It was as if the surrounding rocks had eyes, and no matter how they hit him, they could not hit Zhang Ji.

Then, a black figure rolled down and landed right in front of Zhang Ji.

Taren, covered in knife wounds, struggled to lift his head and saw Zhang Ji's familiar face. He weakly uttered, "Help." (End of Chapter)