Infinite Terror: Infinite Reversal

Chapter 365 Negligence
Zhang Heng didn't immediately kill her; the beautiful woman's attitude towards him bothered him... Mu Xiang said it was like a parallel world. Could it be that she was in another world and had some connection with him?
The impact of the telekinetic floating cannons is definitely not considered high-intensity damage, at least not at the third tier or higher. However, it can silence the woman on the other side for the time being.

“You…” Ming Yanwei was startled by Zhang Heng’s reaction. The light feathers behind her moved, causing her to fall downwards… This was the only way out left for her by the five floating cannons.

But Zhang Heng wasn't trying to leave her a way out; he was trying to gain a better position, so he could have room to fight or negotiate.

After forcing Ming Yanwei into low altitude, the muzzles of all six floating cannons were aimed at her. The extremely terrifying crisis caused Ming Yanwei to immediately activate her genetic lock. In her intuition, if the other party wanted to kill her, she would be completely powerless to fight back.

No matter how unserious Zhang Heng was, he was still an assassin, and his combat awareness, honed from sparring with the rest of the Central Continent Team, was undeniable. After finding a better position, Zhang Heng coughed and said in a not-too-greasy tone, "You know me?"

Ming Yanwei was so angry she almost laughed. Faced with the six streams of oppressive power, she laughed sarcastically: "Zhang Heng, are you pretending? Or have you lost your memory?"

"Do you think... losing your memory will erase the mistakes you made?"

Zhang Heng hesitated for a moment. If the other person called him by another name, he could say that they had mistaken him for someone else... but the other person was calling him Zhang Heng, which was really weird.

Could it be that the person on the other end knows someone with the same name and looks exactly like you?

Although Mu Xiang said it was a parallel world-like existence, Zhang Heng still asked, "Uh, when did that thing you mentioned happen?"

Ming Yanwei was also taken aback. Although she was furious at the sight of Zhang Heng, his expression was undeniably sincere... So she replied, "In our twenties..."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Heng lost interest: "Damn, that has nothing to do with me."

The next moment, a beam of light grazed past Ming Yanwei. Looking at the shocked and angry Ming Yanwei, Zhang Heng spread his hands and said, "I'm sure the Zhang Heng you know isn't me, so you'd better leave quickly. The two teams haven't even drawn blood yet, and I don't necessarily want to kill you... If you don't know what's good for you, then I can't help you."

Ming Yanwei paused for a moment, then turned her head and patted the light feather as if she was about to leave.

But just as Zhang Heng was preparing to return to the previous battlefield, a streak of silver fire shot upwards from below. A sense of impending danger made Zhang Heng's mind race, and almost instinctively, he placed three floating cannons in front of the silver fire.

The hidden yet formidable silver flame is actually an arrow burning with silver flames, but its arrowhead is shaped like a heart, like a toy.

The telekinetic energy attached to the psychic floating cannon acted like a solid barrier, directly blocking the arrow... After all, this is a weapon capable of dominating a third-tier battlefield!

Ming Yanwei turned around, her eyes still blank, but it was different from when the gene lock was activated... In her blank and dazed eyes, there seemed to be a bit more confusion and anxiety.

It felt like I was being controlled.

Zhang Heng was also stunned for a moment. At this moment, Mu Xiang's voice rang in his mind: "No need to hold back anymore, clone Chu Xuan... Heh, as expected, I left a hidden weapon on her. She has been fitted with a controller, and it is impossible for her to have any effective communication with you anymore."

"Understood, understood..." Zhang Heng muttered. Of course, he wasn't the type to disobey orders; he even got permission to talk to the woman opposite him. "So ruthless, damn it. We had a Chu Xuan on our team before, right?"

Mu Xiang smiled helplessly: "You'll get used to it."

A blinding silver light gathered in Ming Yanwei's hand, its power even greater than before.

Zhang Heng sighed, "Miss, I'm so sorry, Chu Xuan from your team seems untrustworthy... Let me help you out. No need to repay the favor. I hope you'll have the chance to get revenge on Zhang Heng someday." The next moment, a silver fire arrow shot upwards, while a terrifying beam of telekinetic energy blasted downwards, engulfing the fire arrow, obliterating the woman's figure, and blasting through the roof below...

"One of the opposing team's players has been killed, and Zhongzhou Team is now one point ahead..."

"One of our team members has been killed, the Demon Team has lost one point..."

The completely opposite prompts echoed in the minds of both teams, leading to entirely different reactions.

When Li Xiaoyi heard Mu Xiang say "Zhongzhou Team has never had Ming Yanwei," it was as if something exploded in his mind... It was an indescribable feeling, perhaps shock and anger, or perhaps fear.

When Chu Xuan was sharing information with him, Chu Xuan had already deduced that Li Xiaoyi might be the protagonist. His Demon Team would also benefit from this, which explained the various unexpected goodies they would receive.

From the Netherworld Blood Sea Formation to the Twelve Capital Gods and Demons, from Li Xiaoyi who unlocked the locks all the way to Peng Qiu, a variable with suitable aptitude, everything is developing in a direction that benefits the Demon Team.

Li Xiaoyi couldn't figure out Chu Xuan's plan. He only knew that he might be the protagonist, so taking revenge on the Central Continent Team should be easy. As a clone, he no longer needed to worry about how much connection his original self, as a soul transmigrator, had with this world.

Now all he needs to do is stay in the Demon Squad and get along well...

Mu Xiang's words shattered his established understanding, and the unreal side of this world was finally revealed before his eyes.

If Mu Xiang is right, and the Zhongzhou team doesn't have Ming Yanwei, then where did the Demon team get Ming Yanwei?

When the prompt from the main god sounded, the bewilderment in Li Xiaoyi's heart was forcibly suppressed... not that it disappeared, but that it could no longer continue like this.

Ming Yanwei is really dead, killed in the pre-planned operation to assassinate Zhang Heng.

Unfortunately, Li Xiaoyi didn't know what Chu Xuan had done to Ming Yanwei, otherwise his mood would have been even more explosive.

Mu Xiang pushed up his glasses, revealing a cold smile: "How about it?"

"Having the author's backing, yet suffering a great loss due to the author's negligence..." He looked up at the sky and gave the middle finger. "You should be able to see me, right? I'm right here. You can try to kill me with plot twists or anything..."

"And you, who's taken the main character's position, what right do you have to cry your heart out and talk about revenge against the Central Continent Team!" Mu Xiang looked at Li Xiaoyi, his eyes filled with murderous intent. "This trope is so outdated, don't you feel embarrassed?"

The next moment, a transparent, pale-colored longsword sliced ​​through space, and a terrifying force sent Li Xiaoyi flying.

Peng Qiu saw this and anxiously called out to Captain Zheng Zha in her mind, "Captain, can we get into that area quickly? We can't hold on any longer!"

Before the clone Zheng Zha could answer, Peng Qiu formed hand seals, and the longsword beneath his feet materialized into an electronic rune sword made of true energy in his hand.

"The Thirteen Blood Witch Formation!"

(End of this chapter)