A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

Zhang Yucheng floated slowly into the air on pure white clouds, his hands in his trench coat pockets, his face still bearing that refined and gentle smile. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the entire dock:

"Mr. Wolf, let me confirm the rules of the game again—"

"You guys, run."

"They're chasing."

"You have ten seconds to run ahead of time. You can hide, defend, and use every means to save your lives. They will stop chasing you when they reach international waters."

"but--"

He paused, his smile unchanged, but his eyes turned cold:

"If you fight back, you'll break the rules..."

"I will personally take action and kill you."

"Did you understand?"

Wolf stood at the edge of the dock, his expensive leather shoes wet with seawater.

He looked up, staring intently at Zhang Yucheng in the air, his chest heaving violently, his teeth grinding together, and finally he squeezed out a sentence through clenched teeth:

"clear!"

"very good."

Zhang Yucheng nodded in satisfaction, raised his wrist, and looked at the simple old-fashioned watch.

The clamor that had just been deafening on the dock vanished instantly.

Everyone held their breath, their eyes wide open, staring intently at the three figures.

The gambling den owner gripped the gambling tickets tightly in his hand.

Edward instinctively made the sign of the cross on his chest.

"three."

"two."

"one."

Zhang Yucheng lowered his wrist and softly uttered a single word:

"run."

"boom--!!!"

The moment the words left his mouth, the thick, ink-like dark energy around Wolf suddenly erupted, like two huge black wings, instantly enveloping the dying Drail and the tense Thor beside him!

The three of them transformed into blurry black streaks of light, soaring into the sky and fleeing madly toward the high seas!

ten seconds.

It's not long, it's not long, it's not short.

But for the group of Jinghai Qi cultivators on the dock, who were bursting with "enthusiasm for welcoming you"...

Those ten seconds felt like an eternity!

Many people had already drawn their weapons, their spiritual energy surging and roaring within them, their eyes fixed on the ever-receding black light, silently counting:

"Five, four, three, two..."

"—Time's up!!!"

Someone suddenly yelled.

The next second—

"BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM—!!!"

On the sea, the fleet that had already completed its aim simultaneously spewed out intense flames from its cannons!

Hundreds of live-fire "exercise rounds" ripped through the sky, trailing long plumes of flame, raining down on the direction Wolf and his two companions were fleeing!

"Holy crap! Are you serious?!"

A burst of excited shouts erupted from the dock.

"Damn it! The feast's starting!"

"Let's start with a barrage of artillery fire! Perfect!"

Mrs. Wall, suspended in mid-air, felt the overwhelming, scorching barrage of bullets carrying the aura of death behind her, and her face turned green.

Ammunition for drills?!

Use bullets in drills to fuck your mother!!

What's the difference between that thing hitting you and a regular artillery shell?! Are you kidding me?!

"hide!"

He let out a low roar, and dark energy surged wildly around him, twisting into a strange zigzag line in the air, narrowly slipping through the gap between two intersecting cannonballs!

The scorching heat swept across Dreyer's cheeks, scorching his already pale face even more.

"Left side!!" Thor hissed a warning.

Wolf didn't even look. The dark energy, like living tentacles, wrapped around the two of them and changed direction again!

"Whoosh—BOOM!!!"

Another shell exploded, almost grazing Thor's buttocks. The violent shockwave made his blood boil, and he nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Damn it... these bastards... were they aiming for the bullets?!" Thor gritted his teeth, feeling so frustrated he wanted to kill someone.

According to the rules, he cannot retaliate.

The only option is to hide.

Like a stray dog, being chased by artillery shells!

"This is nothing," Wolf said hoarsely, his eyes so dark they could drip water. "The artillery... is just the appetizer."

really--

"Hahaha! Foreign devils! Stay here!"

"Arriving first! I'll take the credit!"

"Bullshit! I saw it first!"

"Get out of the way! Let the professionals handle this!"

On the sea, dozens, even hundreds, of figures had appeared!

Some rode on flying swords, their sword energy crisscrossing; some rode on beams of light, moving as fast as lightning; some even stepped directly on the waves, as if walking on flat ground.

They all spoke with the same Beijing accent, all looked fierce and menacing, and all... were carrying weapons.

Swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks, forks, whisks, gourds, banners, seals... a dazzling array of items, each gleaming with spiritual light.

These were local Jinghai practitioners, as well as Qi cultivators from the surrounding areas who had rushed over upon hearing the news!

Like sharks that have smelled blood, they surrounded Wolf and his two companions from all sides, instantly forming an encirclement.

Moreover, these people have absolutely no sense of martial ethics.

There is absolutely no such thing as "one-on-one" or "turn-based".

Let's get to work as soon as we meet!

"Take this 'River-Splitting and Sea-Dividing Slash'!"

A bald, burly man with a dragon tattooed on his chest, shirtless, wielded a massive sword as big as a door, and slashed out from a great distance!

The chilling blade energy transformed into a cyan ribbon tens of meters long, tearing through the sea surface and heading straight for Wolf's head.

"Let's see the treasure!"

Another old Taoist priest, dressed in a Taoist robe and with a pointed mouth and monkey-like face, raised his hand and conjured a large, golden seal.

The seal swelled in the wind, growing to the size of a small mountain, and crashed down into the dark sky with the sound of wind and thunder.

"Go!"

Even more insidious ones don't show themselves at all, hiding in the distance, raising their hands to unleash a barrage of poisoned needles or eerie black light of curses, specifically targeting Draiel and Thor, whose obvious weaknesses are exposed.

Wolf is going crazy.

He could only dodge and defend; according to those damned rules, he couldn't fight back at all!

"left!"

He roared, and the dark sky suddenly shifted to the left, narrowly avoiding the sword energy that cleaved the river.

"above!"

The top of the canopy suddenly thickened, withstanding the blow from the mountain-sized seal, causing his blood and qi to surge.

"later!"

The dark energy split into several tentacles, which shattered the poison needles that were aimed at Dreier in mid-air.

He was like a hapless clown with two burdens, tap dancing amidst a hail of bullets and a sea of ​​knives. Every dodge and every parry was fraught with danger and left him in a sorry state.

However, thanks to his profound experience and combat instincts as a veteran expert, he was always able to find a glimmer of hope amidst the dense, relentless attacks, barely managing to hold on.

In fact, after adapting to this frustrating rhythm of "only taking hits and not fighting back," Wolf's rich combat experience began to come into play.

Instead of simply resisting head-on, he began to use the changing darkness of the sky to guide some of the attacks to collide and cancel each other out.

Use sword energy to collide with magical artifacts, and use stray bullets to intercept poison needles.

For a moment, he managed to regain his footing. Although he was still struggling and facing numerous dangers, he was indeed slowly and steadily moving towards the high seas.

"This old man... he's so slippery!"

"Damn it, coordinate! Pay attention to coordination! Block his movement!"

"Don't let him divert the attack!"

The Qi cultivators who were besieging the area also noticed the problem, and their attacks became increasingly fierce, while their coordination gradually became more organized.

But Wolff was like an old catfish struggling desperately in a fishing net; he was injured, but he just wouldn't obediently lie down.

High in the sky, Zhang Yucheng stood on auspicious clouds, hands behind his back, quietly overlooking the battle below.

Deputy Director Liu had somehow floated up and stood beside him, a cigarette dangling from his lips, watching the show with narrowed eyes.

"Tsk, Old Zhang, this foreign devil may not have any other skills, but he's certainly mastered taking a beating and running away."

"After all, he managed to live to this age."

Zhang Yucheng smiled slightly, his tone calm.

"You have to have some special skills, otherwise it's no fun at all."