Life Dungeon Game

The pollution cleanup department mostly turns a blind eye to this.

The city of St. John is so densely populated with polluted monsters that many people in this city may have benefited from the Night Hawk's kindness.

While Ishia was pondering this briefly, the funeral home staff had already loaded Nighthawk's body into the vehicle.

She watched the taillights disappear into the night and sighed softly, "He saved many people, but in the end, this is all he could do."

"People don't walk without leaving a trace,"

Upon hearing this, Sienzi paused for a moment before replying, "Like a fire lit in the night, it may be quickly extinguished by the wind, but there are always people who have been illuminated by it."

The quiet night breeze swept across the road, as if brushing against the flickering firelight in the city, and the two remained silent for a moment.

"What are the next steps?"

After a long while, Ishia straightened up and looked at Sienzi, "Where did Mr. Sito go again? Isn't he coming?"

He Ao only sent her a message, without giving her any specific words.

Then, as soon as Ishia arrived, she was silenced by Sinji using the information on those Nighthawks. Only now did she regain her composure and show her doubts.

“He went to a banquet,” Sienji said slowly, looking at her. “The people from the Pollution Cleanup Department should be looking for you everywhere. The South City is in chaos, and this place is in a remote location, so it’s safe here for now.”

He paused, raised his wristband, and operated it. The garage door next to him slowly opened. "I'll need your help to take care of Jiaxi."

"Where are you going?"

Ishia was somewhat puzzled.

"Go to the mayor's residence and pay a visit to an old friend."

"Sinzi answered quickly."

"Are you going to see the mayor?"

Ishia was slightly taken aback. Although she had only been in St. John City for a short time, she still knew some of the city's 'common knowledge'. "That lackey of the Kegete Group?"

"No, he is not loyal to anyone,"

As Sinzi looked at the SUV that automatically drove out of the garage, he seemed to recall something from the past. "He was just a lackey of power."

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The sharp clang of the sword reverberated in He Ao's ears.

A soft sword, almost completely blending into the night, was suddenly pulled from under the table by Driss. The blade flashed as it slashed towards Heo's neck.

As the soft sword whistled through the wind, Driss's sharp aura, as if emerging from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, pressed down on Heo.

This seasoned veteran, who had even worked as a mercenary in his youth, acted without any hesitation.

One second the two were chatting and laughing, like old friends, the next they were fighting each other, aiming for vital points.

Driss's move was extremely fast, almost without hesitation, and incredibly powerful. The tip of his soft sword even produced soft sonic booms.

The sonic boom was not synchronized with the sword's movement, but rather followed closely behind it.

Even though he knew in his heart that He Ao was only a C-level, Driss did not hold back at all and swung at He Ao with all his might.

A typical C-rank fighter wouldn't even be able to catch Driss's sword-drawing motion before being decapitated.

Clang——

Almost the instant Driss drew his sword, Heo activated his super memory, abruptly raising his hand. The hilt of his butterfly knife, which had not yet been unfolded, struck the soft blade, producing a crisp impact sound.

But Heo's movements did not stop there. Instead, he let the hilt of his knife scrape against the blade, leaned back, and let Driss's blade pass right above his face.

At the same time, he gripped the handle of his cane with his other hand, and the silver cane suddenly rose and thrust upwards, piercing the throat of the staff member next to him who was holding a sharp awl and preparing to sneak up on him from above.

The two of them went back and forth in the blink of an eye.

The blade of the soft sword slashed past Heo, who also blocked Driss's attack; neither of them was injured.

Only the staff member who launched the sneak attack was stabbed to death.

He pulled down and removed his cane. Amidst the splatter of blood, he sat up straight again. "Old brother, your subordinates seem to be a bit too anxious."

Although Driss went all out just now, he probed more than he attacked. If he succeeded, he would kill Heo in one move. If he failed, he would test Heo's strength.

Whether they succeed or fail, now is not the time for Driss's men to launch a sneak attack, as it would be easy for Heo to seize the opportunity to counterattack and kill them.

Even though this staff member has just entered the C-level, their strength should not be underestimated.

“His actions were not part of my plan,”

Driss held his sword horizontally in front of him and swung it slightly. In the previous probing attack, he had actually gained the upper hand. Heo had not been able to block his attack directly, but had instead managed to deflect and dodge it.

This was originally a tactical victory that could have helped him build momentum for the upcoming battles. However, the sudden death of this "teammate" completely reversed the positions of both sides, allowing He Ao, who was originally at a disadvantage, to gain the upper hand due to the bloodshed.

Judging from Driss's performance, he seemed genuinely unprepared for this incompetent teammate to launch a 'sneak attack' at this crucial moment.

The C-level staff member probably overheard their conversation and assumed that Heo was only a C-level, so he came to help Driss and take credit for it.

However, instead of being helpful, they actually hindered the team.

Driss may have a plan to launch a surprise attack, but it's clearly not now.

"I heard that after the Night Hawk incident, the Pollution Cleanup Division suffered too many Class C damages, so there are no Class Cs in St. John City. I thought there really weren't any Class Cs left, but I didn't expect you to have quite a few hidden away, old brother."

Heo didn't respond to Driss's words, but instead smiled.

The splattered blood mingled with the red wine sloshing on the table.

"Elite C-rank, indeed, are gone, but there are some scoundrels who rose to power by relying on corrupted monsters,"

Driss glanced at the corpses on the ground, his expression calm. "I still have quite a few."

Then he slightly raised his hand, the sword pointing upwards, and then suddenly pointed downwards. A terrifying force traveled from his wrist to the tip of the sword, causing the slender, flexible blade to bend abruptly.

It came at He'ao's neck.

He had no doubt that the sword would pierce his neck in an instant.

In fact, he had used this move on Blood Wolf before; it was his deadly "point sword" that killed Blood Wolf. However, he used a cane back then, while Driss was using a soft sword now.

Strictly speaking, the greater the range of bending and change a flexible sword can make, the more unexpected its effect, making it the weapon most capable of unleashing the power of 'pointing sword'.

One danger of the point sword technique is that it is difficult to predict. It is "pointing upwards to strike downwards", and the feint is unpredictable. Once you misjudge, it is a dead end. In high-level battles, the time difference is only a moment. If you are too late to judge, it is also a dead end.

Fortunately, Heo himself was also skilled at using this kind of move, so he figured out Driss's purpose almost the instant he made his move.

So he immediately raised the butterfly knife in his hand, and with his movement, the butterfly knife spread open, revealing a sharp blade, which just blocked the soft sword that was pointing at him.

This move involved neither evasion nor borrowing force. As the sound of two weapons clashing rang out, He Ao's hand movements paused, and cracks instantly spread across the floor beneath his feet.

He Ao noticed this when he came up. The floor of the Observatory seemed to have been specially reinforced, perhaps to prevent someone from falling from the sky and breaking through the defenses.

Even a regular Class C would need to exert its full strength to break through such a hard floor.

However, even after He Ao used his fist technique to mobilize the energy within his body to dissipate some of the force, the remaining impact still left cracks on the hard floor.

Of course, Heo's decision to take Driss's attack head-on was partly motivated by a desire to test Driss's strength.

And he got the result he wanted.

Driss is very strong. The strength he has shown so far is about one-third stronger than the power enhanced by Heo's boxing technique and super memory.

Converted to physical fitness, Driss has a base physical fitness score of at least 3300.

"Ishia actually gave you this knife."

Driss drew his sword and turned around. He looked at the butterfly knife in He's hand and sighed with a smile, "I guessed back then that her grandfather was forging a special 'divine weapon,' but he was unwilling to sell it to me. In the end, he only forged this soft sword for me. It seems that Ishia really likes you since you were able to get this 'divine weapon.'"

At this moment, the two were not actually engaged in full combat, but were testing each other's strength.

Both of them made a judgment about each other's fighting strength.

Overall, He'ao is weaker.

After all, the basic strength that Driss has shown is much higher than Heo's peak strength.

Moreover, He Ao could only maintain that peak strength for ten seconds. He could only seek a quick victory, and that was the only opportunity he had.

Among the documents left by Nighthawk were some investigations he conducted on Driss's strength.

Nighthawk suspected that Driss's talent sequence might be 'Talent Sequence 169: Retribution Knight', a talent sequence that sounds very combative just from the name.

Nighthawk didn't find the Retribution Paladin's abilities, but he did find the Retribution Paladin's prerequisite C-rank talent sequence 'Talent Sequence 97: Priest'.

Judging from the names of these two talent sequences, the 'Punishment Knight' may possess the ability to communicate with the gods.

This means that Driss may still have the potential to further utilize the power of the gods.

According to Night Hawk's data and the scattered information collected by Eve, Driss was almost undefeated. He had experienced many brutal battles, but he always emerged victorious.

He even ventured deep into the wilderness and fought hand-to-hand with B-level alien beasts.

This immense power can be seen from the fact that he almost instantly killed Night Hawk, who had studied martial arts for generations and was also a 'traditional martial artist,' with a single move.

If He Ao had reacted even a fraction of a second later, or if it had been an ordinary C-rank fighter, he would have been dead on the spot.

However, Driss actually acknowledged Heo's strength; otherwise, he wouldn't have suddenly drawn his sword and used a weapon.

"It's not liking, it's trust."

He glanced at the bookshelf behind Driss, then slowly stood up, inserted the butterfly knife into his cane, and with a twist of the crank, a finely crafted spear appeared in his hand.

He was well aware of the gap in strength between himself and Driss, who was the strongest opponent he had ever faced in a one-on-one fight, but he was not afraid.

A martial artist is simply someone who lives in the face of death.

"Old brother, it's been a long time since I've seen such a heroic figure with such charisma. It's a pity we're both getting old."

Driss also rose slightly, his soft sword swirling in his hand as he stared at Heo. That invincible aura he exuded, the same overwhelming presence that comes with being a warrior who has emerged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood, washed over him once more.

"I will place the finest flowers at your grave."

I'm experiencing some writer's block; let me sort it out.

Chapter 693 Is this the talent a martial arts practitioner should possess? (Mega Chapter)

With a light step, Driss leaped over the table and thrust his sword toward Heo's brow.