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Chapter 125 Torrential Rain, Tokyo, A Bloodbath at the Auction (Part 9)

Inside the auction house of the Mirror World, members of the White Raven Brigade are fighting against Li Qingping and Blue Arc.

Qi Yuanli, however, strolled leisurely, pulled a wooden chair from above the auction platform, then stepped down from the platform and slowly walked to the center of the auction hall.

He placed a wooden chair on the ground and then sat down in front of Zhou Jiuya, who was fast asleep.

Qi Yuanli crossed his legs, his deep gaze fixed on Zhou Jiuya. He rested his chin on his hand, pondered for a moment, and then ordered the crows flying overhead to land, flapping their wings and crashing into the faint golden light that enveloped Zhou Jiuya.

The crow was blocked by the barrier, but it tried to ignore the surging golden light and force its way in. However, in just two seconds, it was swallowed up by the golden light and melted into ashes that scattered everywhere.

Qi Yuanli raised his eyebrows slightly, his gaze catching a fleeting glimpse of Zhou Jiuya's figure through his sleeve.

He tilted his head with a hint of curiosity, his black earring swaying in the wind. "So that's how it is."

Just then, a giant dressed as a black ninja emerged from the shadows behind him.

Oda Takikage approached Urushi Yukito's side, lowered his voice, and respectfully asked, "Commander, you wanted to see me?"

Without even looking up, Qi Yuanli said, "Takikage, try to get close to this man from the shadows. Don't force it; if you find it doesn't work, just give up."

Oda Takikage looked up at Zhou Jiuya, who was fast asleep, and nodded.

"I understand."

After saying that, Oda Takikage's body vanished into the shadow beneath his feet in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, a wriggling shape could be seen appearing in Zhou Jiuya's shadow.

But the next second, as a ring-shaped shadow flashed from Zhou Jiuya's sleeve, the writhing shape under the seat stopped moving. A tidal wave of golden light swept downwards, driving him out of Zhou Jiuya's shadow.

In the blink of an eye, Oda Takikage's figure shot outwards like an arrow.

He adjusted his posture in mid-air, slightly bent his knees, and placed his feet on top of a pillar in the auction hall. He then merged into the shadow cast on the pillar's surface and soon returned to Qi Yuanli's side.

Oda Takikage said, "Commander, I have failed."

"It's okay, it's normal."

Qi Yuanli glanced at the figure that flashed past Zhou Jiuya's sleeve, pondered for a moment, and then slowly curled the corners of his mouth.

He said, "I think I roughly know who this person is, but this makes things a bit difficult..."

"Commander, who exactly is this person?" Oda Takikage frowned.

Qi Yuanli rose from his chair and said unhurriedly, "Lake Hunter, Zhou Jiuya, his Sky Chaser 'Ancient Compass' can imbue corresponding antiques with power by collecting them—the more precious the antique, the more powerful the weapon it becomes in his hands; this layer of golden light comes from the bracelet 'Wordless Boat' on his wrist, which was one of the items auctioned at the last underground auction in Tokyo."

"Lake hunting?" Oda Takikage murmured to himself, "So that's how it is... No wonder his methods are so bizarre."

"Try not to disturb Zhou Jiuya. If he doesn't wake up, it makes no difference to us." With that, Qi Yuanli turned his gaze from Zhou Jiuya to Oda Takikage. "How's the situation on the other side?"

"The young lady and her bloodline were pulled into the movie world by the movie demon."

“Ke Qirui…” Qi Yuanli thought for a moment, “Don’t worry, Xueyi and Ayase should be out soon.”

After speaking, Qi Yuanli glanced sideways at Lan Hu, who was entangled in a fight with three members of the group, and then looked at Li Qingping.

At that moment, Li Qingping stood up from his seat.

He moved toward White Wolf, crushing the card in his hand as he did so; a dragon-shaped orange light pattern flashed and disappeared in the air.

“It seems… this guest has indeed exceeded our expectations,” Qi Yuanli suddenly said.

In his deep pupils, a colossal, ochre-red shadow slowly rose, almost covering half of the auction house. Then, a deafening dragon roar resounded, the ancient roar spreading outwards like a tsunami.

The entire mirrored auction house was rumbling and trembling. The crystal chandelier on the dome flickered on and off, the plaster on the walls peeled off as it shook, and large clumps of dust poured down from the sky.

"Red Dragon...Welsh, a generational wonder that comes closest to a mythical wonder."

White Greedy Wolf gazed up at the towering shadow and murmured to himself.

Legend has it that some exceptionally gifted individuals, after proper cultivation, can resonate with fragments of extraordinary events at the "generational" and "mythical" levels.

It merges with fragments of strange tales, becoming one with them.

At this moment, the Red Dragon Welsh did not appear in the auction house as a summoned creature, but transformed into an ochre-red dragon-shaped phantom, enveloping Li Qingping and the Second Prince within it.

The red dragon spread its ochre-red wings, casting a shadow that blotted out the sky, making the whole world seem a little dimmer.

Bai Tanlang was stunned for a long time, then chuckled softly, a hint of gloom and excitement flashing in his left eye, which was covered by white shadows.

"This is decent."

He muttered to himself, and then his body suddenly began to swell.

Two seconds later, he transformed into a giant wolf over twenty meters long. Every muscle in his body bulged slightly, and he was enveloped in daylight-like light, like a god.

Li Qingping raised an eyebrow. "No wonder... it turns out to be a demon in human form, and one of the highest-ranking demons at that."

The Wolf of the Day stomped its limbs on the ground, creating four craters ten meters deep in the auction hall, before shooting off with a deafening roar.

The two were at roughly the same height. The roar of the Sky Wolf was like the booming of a bronze bell. It roared and swung its claws at the phantom of the red dragon, its claws covered with the light of daylight.

Li Qingping stood rooted to the spot, his expression stern, his long black hair dancing in the wind.

"Roar—!" Amidst the dragon's roar, accompanied by a vast expanse of ochre-red flames, the dragon's tail swept forward, meeting the claws of the Sky Wolf.

In that instant, the polar day-like white light collided with the infernal flames. Immediately afterward, with a deafening roar, thousands of spiderweb-like cracks shattered within the mirrored world.

The colossal body of the Sky Wolf flew hundreds of meters backward and crashed into a pillar of the auction stage.

It was as if a natural disaster had been deliberately unleashed, and the whole world was shaking and trembling.

Amidst the "pattering" sound, mirror-like cracks appeared everywhere in the space.

The crystal chandelier was burned out by the embers, and the only light remaining in the auction hall was the divine glow emanating from the phantom of the red dragon, Wales.

It hangs high above everyone's head, like the sun.

Meanwhile, a deep blue lightning bolt was crisscrossing the auction house, swirling and bouncing between the pillars, its violent arcs sweeping in all directions, weaving into a giant blue net, enough to electrocute any ordinary person who strayed into it.

Blue Arc used the terrain to evade the attacks from the three members of the troupe, and finally stopped after a while.

He raised his hand to steady himself against the pillar, turning his head to look at the collision of the two colossal objects, a hint of surprise flashing in his blood-red pupils:
"This is……"

Just then, Anrons hit an air ball from a distance with his cue.

The pillar beside Lan Hu shattered instantly. He transformed into a bolt of lightning and barely dodged it, arriving behind another pillar.

The Ripper, wielding a dark red longsword, shot towards them like a cannonball, the blade piercing through the pillar.

It also pierced through Blue Arc's abdomen from behind.

Blue Arc coughed up a mouthful of blood, his brows furrowed, pinned to the blade. The Ripper lifted the blade, the long sword swirling through his flesh, slicing through countless ribs, and was about to reach his heart.

"Go away!"

But Lan Hu let out a low roar, gritted his teeth, and suddenly raised his hands, which were wrapped in lightning, to grasp the long knife that had pierced his abdomen.

Immediately afterwards, the electric arc converged into a pulse of energy, which burst forward.

The Ripper and her longsword were thrown several meters away. The moment the blade was pulled from her body, Blue Arc's blood spurted out.

A loud gunshot rang out, and Andrew fired again.

Blue Arc's body reflected the gunshot, and the moment it landed, it streaked backward with a bolt of lightning!
The black beam of the bullet swept past him and struck the Ripper. The Ripper raised his long knife to block the bullet's momentum, and was embedded in the wall.

“I have to go… there are too many of them, and Wheat is waiting for me outside.”

Thinking this, Blue Arc took a deep breath and transformed into a bolt of lightning, darting through the dimly lit auction house like lightning streaking through gloomy rain clouds. He left behind streaks of blood-red arcs of electricity, splattering blood everywhere.

As he ran, the blood spurting from Blue Arc's abdominal wound vaporized in the lightning, forming a cloud of blood mist.

"Hey, hey, hey, is this guy crazy?"

Andrew and Robert on the auction stage were stunned for a moment. Neither of them dared to confront this mad dog, so they quickly dodged to the other side.

In the end, Blue Arc passed through the door on the auction stage that connected to the real-world auction without any hindrance.

The next second, the light from the crystal chandelier cascaded down, illuminating his blood-stained face and adding a glimmer of light to his dim eyes. But at that moment, he was not greeted with hope of survival.

Instead... it's the four members of the troupe.

At this very moment, Xia Pingzhou, Lan Duoduo, Ayase Origami, and Xueyi are blocking the entrance to the real-world auction house.

Immediately afterwards, a pale white paper dragon suddenly opened its bloody mouth, roared, and rushed towards them, occupying the entire field of vision of Blue Arc.

Blue Arc paused slightly, the roar of lightning ceased abruptly, and he stopped at the last second.

In that brief moment, he gritted his teeth and brought his palms together.

He then suddenly pulled apart, and thousands of deep blue electric arcs danced between his palms, eventually converging into a giant electric sphere. The surrounding air was dyed a deep blue by the violent electromagnetic force.

Blue Arc looked up at the paper dragon that was inches away and pushed out the electric ball with all his might. The paper dragon's body was completely destroyed by the raging deep blue lightning in an instant, leaving not even a scrap of paper.

"Bang!" Suddenly, a deafening gunshot rang out from behind.

Andrew's bullet shot out from the mirror world, leaving a dark purple trail as it flew through the wooden door toward Blue Arc's back.

At the last second, Blue Arc raised his right hand to shield his back.

The next moment, his pupils contracted, his hand bones shattered instantly, and his right arm was fractured as well. His entire body was carried a hundred meters away by the bullet's momentum, leaving a blood-red trench in the ground before finally tumbling and crashing onto the body of a bodyguard.

"Yay!" Andrew cried out in celebration as he saw the bullet hit Blue Arc squarely in the back.

Blue Arc convulsed for a moment, then slowly climbed up from the bodyguard's corpse and knelt down in the auction house, exhausted.

He raised his eyes in a daze, his bewildered gaze sweeping over the auction hall strewn with corpses from beneath the shattered helmet.

The bodies of bodyguards were everywhere... bodies lying horizontally, bodies standing vertically, bodies cut in half. The thought that Su Zimai might be among these corpses ignited a panic in his heart.

It burned to its maximum.

“Where’s the wheat…” he murmured in disbelief as he struggled to his feet, “Where is the wheat…”

Lan Duoduo turned her head to look at the blood-soaked Lan Hu and murmured, "Oh dear, someone's lost."

“Then let’s see him off.” Bloodline tilted his head and said with a smile.

Xia Pingzhou and Ayase Origami remained silent.

At this moment, Anlens, whose face was now only half visible, moved through the wooden door, raised his pool cue, picked up an air ball, and aimed at Blue Arc's back.
Andrew set up his sniper rifle on the other side of the mirror world, aiming at Blue Arc, who was kneeling on the ground.

Origami Ayase released thousands of paper butterflies from her sleeves, and the paper butterflies fluttered and danced forward.

The bloodline gathered blood in mid-air to form a longbow, which drew back the blood-red arrows.

"Oh dear... poor Mr. Blue Arc, not only can't he protect even one person, but now he's about to lose his own life," the Bloodline said mockingly.

"Tell me, tell me...where is the wheat?"

Blue Arc lowered his head, his gaze dim as he stared at the blood-soaked floor. It wasn't someone else's blood... but the blood flowing from his pierced abdomen, like a fountain, staining his shattered armor crimson.

His helmet could no longer cover his face, but blood obscured his cheeks, making him look less disheveled.

"Tell me! Where is the wheat?!"

He looked down at the blood that was streaming down his hand, then suddenly looked up and howled hysterically.

In the dead silence, only one member answered his question.

Xia Pingzhou was silent for a moment: "The person you're talking about... she's gone."

Lan Hu was taken aback for a moment. After a while, his frantic expression suddenly calmed down, and he slowly lowered his eyes.

In that instant, many thoughts flashed through Gu Qiye's mind.

Is the wheat still alive...?

That's good……

So, am I about to die...?

It really doesn't feel real at all.

What a pity... I haven't even joined Rainbow Wings yet, and I haven't found out the truth about my mother's death.

If, if on that day... the day my mother died, I had already awakened my supernatural abilities.

Can I save her?

If I could run a little faster, just a tiny bit faster, could I save her?

Will this family not have become like this in the future?

But Mom is already dead.

No matter who is in danger, they are someone else's family, someone someone else loves deeply.

If they die, a family will fall apart, and their children will be so pitiful...

Just like Mom.

If I had saved my mother, and instead of watching her die right before my eyes, my father wouldn't have turned out this way...

The younger siblings grew up in a good environment, healthy and happy, instead of coming home every day to a drunken father, which was like... a constant reminder that their mother was dead and would never come back.

I have the ability to prevent people like me from appearing, so why shouldn't I do it?

Saving one less person could cause pain to someone who loves them, and could break up a family...

So... if I can't save everyone, then what kind of hero am I?
but……

But ah...

I saved so many people.

At last……

Who will come to save me?
My father never looked at me, nor did my younger brother and sister, and my mother never came back.

Yeah...who will come to save me?

No one will come to save me.

Thinking of this, Lan Hu's eyelids almost closed due to the blood pressure flowing down his forehead.

He knelt on the ground, his arms hanging limply like cut reeds, and with a relieved tug at the corner of his bloodied lips, slowly closed his heavy eyelids.

However... in that moment of utter silence, a sudden burst of bells rang out in the auction hall.

As the deafening chimes faded, the whole world seemed to fall silent for a moment, just as London's Big Ben chimed at midnight.

At this very moment, a massive clock tower stands directly in front of the Blue Arc, its hands spinning rapidly, instantly stopping above the "12" mark.

Noon has arrived.

In that instant, time itself seemed to stand still, whether it was the whistling crimson arrows, the countless paper butterflies, or the tracks of an air billiard ball...

Everything slowly came to a standstill, frozen in mid-air, even the slight surprise that flashed across the faces of the surrounding tour members remained unchanged.

Immediately afterwards, a pitch-black figure broke through the stillness of the world and suddenly appeared in front of Blue Arc.

Lan Hu paused for a moment, then groggily opened his eyes and looked around. In that instant, he saw the profile of a man wearing a blood-red Z-shaped breathing mask and a black cloak.

"he is……"

Before he could utter his name, Lan Hu's voice caught in his throat, and his eyelids closed completely.

At the same time, Ghost Bell slowly raised his head, and a hoarse, metallic voice came from behind the mask as he roared, almost word by word:
"If you dare touch him... I'll kill you all."

　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)