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Chapter 124 Torrential Rain, Tokyo, Bloodbath at the Auction (Part 8)

The time was three minutes ago, inside the venue of the Mirror Auction at the Amamiya Building in Tokyo, Japan.

Looking out from the entrance, the scene inside the auction hall can only be described as a mess.

Red fragments of the chair lay scattered on the ground, the smoke from the explosion still lingering, hazy like a mist in the air. Crows flapped their wings, drifting slowly through the mist, their black feathers falling softly.

The light from the crystal chandelier cascaded down, revealing two intact seats still standing in the center of the auction hall, standing out starkly from their surroundings.

In the middle seat sat a young man in a Zhongshan suit. He was fast asleep, his fist pressed against his cheek, like a doll, undisturbed by any noise outside.

On another chair not far away sat Li Qingping, his hands clasped together. He lowered his face and stared expressionlessly at the group members on the auction stage.
The second prince is currently being protected by the Octave Prism.

Blue Arc remained silent for a long time, then looked up at the ten members who walked out from behind the wooden door, before turning his gaze to the young man directly in front of him, the leader of the White Raven Brigade—Qi Yuanli.

"Where is Jing Shou?" he asked in a low voice.

"He's dead." Qi Yuanli said expressionlessly. "The crows ate his body; you can't find him."

"Why did you kill him?" Blue Arc asked, enunciating each word clearly.

Qi Yuanli lowered his eyes, teasing the crow on his fingertip, and slowly said:

"Based on my understanding of Skydrive, after his death, the exit of the Mirror World will be temporarily blocked... In other words, during this time, there is only one way for you to leave: kill us all."

He paused for a moment, then added, "By the way, because time flows slower in the mirror world than in the outside world, while we were chatting, my team members should have already taken care of the people outside."

As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of azure lightning suddenly flashed in Qi Yuanli's deep pupils. But the next second, his figure vanished from his spot and reappeared on the auction stage.

Blue Arc stopped in the center of the crow flock and looked up at Qi Yuanli, who had suddenly appeared on the auction stage.

He instantly realized that one of the brigade leader's superpowers was the ability to switch places with the crows he controlled.

At the same time, he caught a chilling glimpse out of the corner of his eye:
—Each crow in the flock had a playing card in its beak, the edges of the card barely visible.

In an instant, the playing cards held in the crows' mouths all burst open, leaving Blue Arc no time to react.

Fortunately, he was fast enough that lightning burst forth from his body, creating a magnetic field that spread outwards.

After a while, the flames from the explosion dissipated, and Blue Arc remained standing motionless in the same spot.

Lan Hu slowly turned his head to look at Li Qingping, the Second Prince, and Zhou Jiuya, who was dozing off in a chair.

A moment later, he turned to look at the exit of the mirror world, and just as the principle of lacquer had said: the mirror left behind by the mirror guardian had lost its original luster.

Furthermore, cracks are spreading across the mirror's surface, suggesting that the only way to leave this mirrored auction house now is through the door opened by the seventh member of the Phantom Troupe, "Robert."

However... if we try to leave this place by using the enemy's abilities, we might fall into their trap instead.

Thinking of this, Blue Arc took a deep breath: "No, I have to go back to find Wheat. If the only way back to the real world is through the Phantom Troupe's door, then I'll go that way..."

The hacker and Robert had already left the auction stage to move the auction items to the vault at the back. So, the group members still on the mirror auction stage were "The Ripper," "Anlens," "Andrew," and "White Wolf."

"Commander, how should we assign the opponents?" Ripper asked expressionlessly.

"Hey, everyone's little guns are practically crying from boredom. Commander, hurry up and find me some work to do," Andrew said excitedly, kneeling down to set up his sniper rifle.

The gun barrel gleamed with a night-like light, like a wild beast poised to pounce.

Qi Yuanli replied without hesitation: "The Ripper, Anlens, and Andrew against Blue Arc." He paused, "White Wolf, test that Strange Envoy sitting in the chair."

However, from beginning to end, Qi Yuanli's deep gaze remained fixed on only one person: the young man in a Zhongshan suit sitting on the chair in the center of the auction hall.

A strange glint flashed in Anlens's eyes as he summoned a huge slot machine to his side. Leaning against the side of the machine, he casually pulled the joystick, and the machine's prize wheel began to spin rapidly.

Ultimately, on the slot machine's electronic screen, two of the three icons remained above the "cue" and the other remained above the "bomb".

Immediately following the "clattering" sound of coins being scored, a hole suddenly opened at the bottom of the slot machine. A two-meter-long pool cue fell out of the hole.

"A mid-range pool cue... not the best luck, but it'll do." Anlens muttered softly, reluctantly bending down and picking up the pool cue from the slot machine.

Immediately, he and Jack the Ripper disappeared from the auction stage at the same time.

In that instant, Blue Arc suddenly felt the wind pressure sweeping in from both sides, along with the killing intent it carried, like two wild beasts pouncing to devour their prey.

Jack the Ripper's dagger drew a beautiful, dark red arc in mid-air before slicing straight down toward his face;
Anrons swung his cue stick at the waist of the Blue Arc like he was swinging a baseball bat.

Blue Arc's eyes clearly captured the trajectories of the two weapons.

At that moment, he crossed his arms, raised his left palm to the right and his right palm to the left, and then a roaring bolt of lightning shot out from his palms, forming two lightning pillars that slammed into the short knife and the pool cue!
The Ripper and Anron were both knocked back more than ten meters. Anron did a fluid somersault in mid-air, his golden hair dancing upwards.

He made a table tennis stance, and suddenly an air table tennis ball appeared in his left hand.

Anlens squinted, positioned the billiard ball forward, and then thrust his right cue forward with a sharp motion.

Lan Hu caught a glimpse of this out of the corner of his eye and suddenly leaned back to dodge. An invisible air billiard ball grazed past him, carving a spiderweb-like trail of fragments in the air.

Nevertheless, the fierce wind pressure that enveloped him still tore holes in his armor.

"Good shot," Anlens said with a smile.

The next moment, a loud gunshot rang out—Andrew, on the auction stage, seized the moment when Blue Arc was leaning back and suspended in mid-air, and pulled the trigger of his sniper rifle.

The bullet burst from the muzzle, transforming into a jet-black streak that flew straight toward Blue Arc's heart!

In a mere fraction of a second, the bullet came hurtling towards him, reflected in Blue Arc's pupils!
As he leaned back, he swiftly raised his arms, crossing them in front of him to protect himself.

In an instant, the surging electric arcs formed a grid that enveloped the area in front.

However, the large net failed to absorb the bullet's potential energy. The body of the streak of light, carrying a blue arc, was blasted backward for a hundred meters, crashing into the wall of the auction house, creating a huge crater.

Before he could catch his breath, Anlens swung his pool cue and fired another air ball into the dark pit! With a deafening roar, the walls of the auction house shattered completely, revealing the boundary of the mirror world—a black void.

The next second, Anlens suddenly blinked and saw a deep blue trajectory that had appeared in the darkness, carrying layers of terrifying arcs of electricity.

Blue Arc sprinted up behind him with lightning speed, his five fingers of his metal glove forming a chopstick, and slashed downwards with dazzling electric light.

But at that very moment, a dark red dagger spun and slashed down, blocking the metal hand blade.

A dazzling current traveled upwards along the blade of the dagger, illuminating the Ripper's eyes, which were as dark as the polar night. But she was like a machine, ignoring the numbness, and the force she applied to her wrist did not diminish at all; on the contrary, it increased even more.

With a sharp "crack," the dark red dagger slashed through the metal of the glove. Amidst flying metal shards and arcs of electricity, all three were thrown back a distance.

Then came another deafening gunshot, and Blue Arc's figure was intercepted by a bullet from Andrew in mid-air.

The bullet, like a dark meteor, rushed towards Blue Arc with tremendous kinetic energy, as if a train were heading straight for it, and Blue Arc's body smashed through one giant pillar after another.

Amidst deafening crashes, a cloud of dust billowed out as pillars of the auction house collapsed one after another.

At the same time, Blue Arc was slammed into the wall in a corner of the auction house. His body was deeply embedded in the dent, like Jesus nailed to the cross.

Anron and Jack the Ripper glanced at each other and quickly walked towards the exaggerated crater.

But in that instant, an electric arc flashed across their cheeks, followed by a faint numbing sensation. Then, a blood-soaked, ghost-like figure suddenly appeared in front of them, a deep blue glint of light trailing from the corner of his eye.

The two raised their eyebrows, and Blue Arc gripped their heads with his broken metal gloves, squeezing them together.

Anrons' head collided with the Ripper's, almost causing a concussion, and the whole world seemed to spin.

A terrifying flash of lightning swept over them, instantly burning half of their faces into a grotesque mass of flesh and bone, with blood splattering everywhere. Not a single piece of flesh could be seen on half of their faces anymore, leaving only stark white bones.

Blue Arc took a deep breath, his expressionless face framed by a shattered mask, metal fragments embedded in his cheek. Blood streamed down, staining his eyes and nose crimson.

He suddenly tore off a piece of bone from their faces, then withdrew his hands, his left fist crackling with electricity as he slammed it towards Anron's head, while his right elbow struck the Ripper's chest.

At that moment, Anrons raised his pool cue to block his left fist; the Ripper held his dagger upside down and pressed it against his right fist.

The two men were sent flying backward, crashing into a pillar. Strands of electricity crackled across their bodies, and they twitched slightly.

The two slowly raised their heads, and a face with half bone and half flesh came into view, looking like a demon.

Anlens still had a calm smile on one side of his face. He slowly got up from the ground and dusted off his suit.

He said in a low voice, "I wonder if the fragments of Lan Duoduo's strange tales can fix our faces."

“Be serious… or the other half of your face will disappear too.” The Ripper wiped the corner of his eye with the back of his hand.

Blood slid down her face and dripped onto the dark red dagger. The blade seemed to draw life from the blood, visibly lengthening until it transformed into a ten-foot-long sword in the blink of an eye.

The Ripper stood up, changed his grip on the dagger to that of a katana, and his deep, dark eyes reflected the figure of Blue Arc.

Andrew looked up from the scope, his muttering coming from the auction platform: "I'm serious... you two are a nuisance! It's a hassle to shoot with you around! Otherwise, I would have taken down this guy with the blue arc already. Didn't you see it was all my bullets that were making the impact?!"

"Shut up, or I'll kill you too," the Ripper said coldly.

“Watch out, or I’ll shove your head into a slot machine as a prize,” Anrons said with a smile.

Blue Arc lowered his head, blood flowing from his shattered armor, down his broken fingertips, and splashing onto the floor.

He was breathing heavily, his shoulders slumped, and he slowly raised his eyes, looking at the three of them with a cold expression.

Meanwhile, in another corner of the auction house.

Li Qingping, dressed in a black suit, sat upright in a chair.

He looked up at Bai Tanlang, who was walking slowly towards him, and said expressionlessly, "I have no interest in fighting you. I'll take my men and leave, and then we'll pretend this never happened."

“You’re right.” Bai Tanlang paused, “but the leader’s order is to leave no one alive in the auction house.”

He blinked his left eye, which was covered by a white film and a scar, and suddenly a wave of heat rose from his body. His muscles bulged like small mountains, and his whole body was shrouded in a white light.

"What a pity... I was originally planning to spare your lives."

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Qingping summoned the Record of Strange Tales and held it in his hand. He casually crushed four cards, and silver light patterns flashed and disappeared in mid-air:
—Popular-level Oddities: "Phoenix", "Volcano Giant", "Phosphorus Fire Ghost Bride", "Flame Acrobat".

Bai Tanlang glanced at the octagonal prism on the second prince, then at the four cards shattered into dust. He said:
"Simultaneously binding five Mystery Fragments, an A-rank Mystery Envoy?"

Li Qingping remained noncommittal, "Don't misunderstand... it's just that I don't need to use the last card to hit you."

As soon as he finished speaking, four shadows appeared beside him. In front of him was a giant whose entire body was covered in volcanic lava; a phoenix-like fiery red bird circled above the giant's head, emitting a clear and melodious cry.

Then a woman dressed in a wedding gown and with her face veiled appeared beside Li Qingping. The woman carried a lantern in her hand, from which burned a faint blue ghostly flame.

Finally, there was a red-nosed clown dressed in a circus costume. He was only 0.5 meters tall and looked very inconspicuous.

White Greedy Wolf moved forward.

Suddenly, the woman in the wedding dress threw out the lantern in her hand. The lantern expanded in mid-air, enveloping Bai Tanlang's body. Thousands of ghostly flames illuminated the lantern, turning its interior into a huge steamer, from which wisps of flames rippled.

The circus clown somersaulted and nimbly leaped over, then suddenly gulped down a mouthful of oily liquid, his cheeks swelling up like a toad's.

Then he opened his mouth and breathed fire onto the lantern. The paper of the lantern caught fire, and the fire inside grew even more intense, as fierce as a forest ablaze.

Seeing that the white wolf inside the lantern remained motionless, the circus figure lay on his side on the ground, supporting his head with his hand, humming a song while drawing circles in the air with his finger.

Rings of fire leisurely spread into the air, gradually converging into a clown's smiling face.

But in the next instant, the burly figure reflected on the lantern suddenly raised his right hand, his five fingers clenched into a fist as if gathering power. Then, a dazzling light, as bright as day, burst forth from the tip of his fist, and he threw a punch! The world fell silent as a fist powerful enough to deafen and blind shattered the lantern.

A beam of white light swept in, and the circus clown opened his "O"-shaped mouth wide before his body instantly turned to ash.

The woman in the wedding dress standing behind her also met her end, being carried away by the white light to the other side of the world.

Li Qingping raised an eyebrow.

White Wolf emerged from the sea of ​​fire. His cloak and clothes had been burned to ashes, and his body was covered with a layer of grayish-white wolf fur, with a strange white light flashing in his pupils.

Amidst a deafening roar, a five-meter-tall volcanic lava giant charged forward.

White Wolf clenched his fist, leaped into the air, and slammed his fist into the lava giant's abdomen, causing the giant's body to shrink inward and its head to bend down. Immediately afterward, he threw an uppercut at the lava giant, sending the massive body flying upward.

Then, Bai Tanlang flashed to the top of the giant's head, clenched his fists into a hammer and slammed them down, unleashing a burst of light as bright as day. In an instant, the giant's head shattered into countless fragments.

A devastating force traveled from the top of the head to the entire body, and the giant's body cracked open layer by layer.

Finally, fiery red lava blocks, carrying molten lava, cascaded down like a waterfall, creating a cloud of scorching white mist on the auction floor.

Amidst the fire rain and white mist, Bai Tanlang landed on the ground, trudging forward across the molten lava. His facial features were taut as iron, and his left eye, with its white film, stared intently at Li Qingping's face.

"Okay...you are indeed more capable than I thought, but not by much."

Li Qingping shrugged, speaking expressionlessly, and stood up from his chair. The phoenix hovering in mid-air landed on the back of his hand.

He then slowly took out a card from the illustrated book of strange tales in his right hand. The card's surface was decorated with extremely luxurious and elegant patterns, depicting the form of a giant dragon.

"Orange light patterns..." Bai Tanlang frowned, a hint of surprise flashing across his face, "A generational phenomenon?"

The next instant, Li Qingping crushed the orange card in his hand, and a deafening dragon roar resounded throughout the entire auction house.

Towering flames rose up, as if to engulf the entire world.

　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)