Chapter 00090: Who Do You Think You Are
# Who Do You Think You Are?
Chapter 90
Novel: Above Destiny
Chapter 90: Who Do You Think You Are?
Suddenly, a car honked loudly.
Though no one understood what it was yelling, everyone could feel it was cursing quite foully.
Yet, no one cared what it was saying anymore.
The sound, akin to a nightmare, echoed anew by Lou Feng’s ear.
Thud thud thud thud thud—
It was as if the shadow of a past garbage truck returned with a rhythmic roar that left Lou Feng gasping for breath, once again enveloped by memories of the past.
But this time, the overwhelming wave was no longer vague; instead, a horrifying flash, dazzling as if stars were exploding, rushed towards him.
It wasn’t just traditional steel-core bullets—mercury-tipped rounds mixed with the sword energy of Xiao An splintered into blinding flashes the instant they left the barrel.
Accompanied by the frenzied swaying of the little cow pony, countless bullets burst forth from the gun, transforming into a continuous line of fire, mercilessly sweeping across.
Four hundred years later, in this desolate shattered hall, storms and fierce winds returned, quickly causing it to crumble.
In a panic, Lou Feng instinctively raised his spirit shield.
But almost immediately, he felt what it was like to grapple with a fierce succubus, his eyes rolling back as his capacity overloaded, almost collapsing under the violent onslaught.
Even though the spirit shield proved weak, it bought him a brief moment.
The alchemical gear on his wrist shimmered, and a wall of ice iron rose up like a solid barrier.
The thunderous noise rang incessantly as pale fissures spread across it.
At least it managed to block the barrage...
Before the cold sweat could even trickle down his back, just as he thought he could breathe a sigh of relief, it suddenly struck him... that blasted car was moving!
The roar echoed from outside.
Like a wild bull, the little cow pony charged forward, unleashing chaotic firepower.
After carving deep gashes across the ice wall, the sweeping barrage from the machine gun surged past the icy barriers, reckless and tilted.
Blood splattered in convulsions, flames flickered violently.
The quickest to react, Si Lan roared and drew his sword, his face turning as pale as a sheet, like he had lost too much blood, his body appearing gaunt and skeletal.
Yet from the rising blood light came a massive figure, pulling out a long blade over ten meters long, and with a mighty chop, struck fiercely downward.
It nearly cleaved the little cow pony in two.
In their terror, the little tricycle sped up, darting around wildly like a headless fly, all while dragging along fearsome firepower that could kill with a mere brush.
It felt just like a seal frantically gathering in a tight formation under a orca's pursuit... it just got more tricky!
Amidst the roar, Si Lan accelerated, bursting forth from the blood light, charging head-on into the machine gun’s relentless fire.
He pushed closer, strong enough to obliterate both the defensive position and any soldiers behind it with the ferocious fire raining down on him, which was momentarily blocked by the silver light rising from his armament shield.
The silver light swayed in the rain like withered lotus in a storm, but the galloping knight pressed ever closer.
Until, just a few dozen meters away, he bellowed and swung his curved blade.
The released blade howled and spun, slicing through the firepower spat out by the heavy machine gun, shattering the heated weapon, causing an explosion, yet it still surged forward without restraint.
But in that instant, an ethereal fluctuation appeared, causing the bizarre tricycle hybrid to become momentarily indistinct to the eyes.
Shadowy forms!
Yet even that shadowy state could not halt the violent attack from the multitude; instantaneously, there was a collapse that splintered like liquid...
Oddly enough, a faint human-like head seemed to emerge for a moment, lips silently moving as if whispering something.
Then, an invisible force appeared, drawing in the dispersed shadows as if liquid, reforming and rushing forth, the tricycle emerging unscathed.
Even the little cow pony seemed unaware of what had just transpired... blinking in confusion with its headlights shining brightly.
Only the prophet in the cart slowly closed his eyes, seemingly drifting back into slumber.
Then, Si Lan heard it...
A wailing sound from behind.
It was a torrential surge of sword energy!
Fast, too fast—there was barely even a moment for a gap or an opportunity.
As time seemed to slow, Xiao An noticed the brief chaos of the returning knight and Si Lan’s actions, his figure already vanishing into thin air.
What replaced it was a roaring torrent.
“Bestow this hunt to honor the White Deer.”
In whispered words, sword energy gathered across countless iron plates, quickly dissolving and consuming him, an endless sharp light forming a beam shooting straight ahead.
He transformed himself into a blade, throwing himself forth!
No longer was this an art mentioned in the records of ritualistic throwing, but a secret technique far above it—The Art of Shooting!
Transforming himself into a blade, surging forward—its simple name had but one character—
—[Fierce]!
Old texts once mentioned, a single day and night equaled thirty moments, a moment equals twenty breaths, a breath equals twenty finger snaps, and a finger snap equals twenty instants...
A moment equals a thought.
Right now, it was merely a thought apart.
The pale sword energy rushed forth, piercing through the formation, shattering all defenses, ripping apart all barriers, painting everything with the brilliant red of their mixed blood.
With no time to hesitate, dodge, or evade, only a dazzling light remained.
All that stood in front was eradicated into dust!
The further he pushed forward, the harder it became; breaking through the interception of blood flame and the returning knight, that slender shining tip of sword energy gradually dulled.
But the shorter the distance, the more radiant that hidden sharpness sparkled.
At the last instant, when the racing sword energy came to a standstill amidst the tangling blood flames, Xiao An’s body was already tainted red with blood, a spear piercing through his chest and nailing him to the ground.
Yet in his hand, a tiny glint—nearly undetectable—was released.
Towards the dazed Lou Feng.
The ice iron wall, the repulsive field, and spirit shields all collapsed, pierced, and tore through until the sandy crystal on Lou Feng’s wrist shattered, his spirit form barely able to manifest before being shredded by an invisible whirlpool, rupturing half his body.
But a remaining hand firmly blocked Lou Feng's face, gripping that nearly undetectable shimmer of cold light.
The cold shimmer vanished away.
Lou Feng was drenched in cold sweat, slumped on the ground, his face ghostly, gasping heavily, nearly speechless.
He instinctively wished to laugh but felt the itch at his throat.
When he raised his hand, he noticed the bloodline snaking across his neck... fingertips stained crimson, shockingly glaring!
—A hair’s breadth from decapitation!
He had never been so close to death.
He was almost swallowed by darkness...
“Kill, kill them!” he yelled hoarsely, a roar filled with fury.
But in the chilling silence, everyone stood motionless, staring at him, or rather, at the once-smooth wall behind him where silent cracks appeared... followed by a gun barrel extending from the cracks.
Hot and boiling.
Hissing against his scalp.
Lou Feng's pupils dilated quickly, trembling, unable to contain himself.
“Ji Jue!!!!”
He shouted from his throat, suddenly turning around.
The spiritual light of the alchemical gear on his wrist manifested, bursting forth into flames, reducing the enemy before him to ashes...
Except, the anticipated scene didn’t unfold.
The flame-engraved bracelet flickered once, then extinguished, falling silent.
Not just the bracelet.
All alchemical gear fell silent!
In the eerie glow of the ghostly ball hovering on Ji Jue's shoulder, even abilities and matrices seemed to freeze, yielding no response.
Temporary workshop, activate!
In a three-step radius, the spirit countermeasures, matrix suppression, and ability silencing all triggered in sequence!
“Who do you think you are?!”
Ji Jue tossed his hand, mercilessly slapping Lou Feng’s face, spinning him in the air, landing him back onto the ground, then swung his gun butt downwards: “Who do you think you are to say you have a teacher?!”
“Dude, you think I’m going to let you keep drilling me endlessly?”
“Where’s your Peaceful Surrender?!”
“Why not hand over your dear mother instead!”
Unrelenting, he beat, trampled, and crushed until Si Lan bellowed, “Stop!”
Boom!
The shotgun roared, a bullet grazed Lou Feng’s cheek and sank into the ground, leaving a long blood smear.
“Lower your voice, I’m scared,” Ji Jue replied expressionlessly, raising his eyes to look at him, even at the side, where Xiao An was pinned down by a spear.
Si Lan’s blade was pressed against Xiao An’s neck, slowly inching closer, cutting into flesh.
Then Ji Jue pulled the trigger again, the bullet whizzed past Lou Feng’s hair, embedding into the ground, amidst the cries, he continued speaking: “Less chitchat, say something useful. Drop your weapons; I’ll count to five. If you don’t, your boss and your left hand can say goodbye, five—four—three—”
As he counted effortlessly, Si Lan’s face twitched for a moment, wishing desperately to chop off that girl-like little demon’s hand beside him, teaching that little brat a lesson.
But he didn’t dare.
Those eyes, devoid of emotion, looked at them unwaveringly, even as the blade was about to slice through his comrade’s neck, showing no sign of flinching.
As dark as an ocean void of light.
He had seen those eyes far too often in the Central Lands, yet never expected to encounter them again in an unremarkable young lad in a Cliff City.
Smack!
At his signal, one knight dropped his spear and curved blade, followed by a second... weapons landing in the little cow pony's cart.
Soon, all six surviving knights had disarmed.
Except for Si Lan, who still held onto his blade, refusing to yield.
“Relax, young man.” From beside Si Lan, someone pulled up a chest from the bloodied ground, tossing it over.
Inside the opened chest were the spoils they had collected thus far.
“We travel far for wealth; we’re just a bunch of hired hands. No need to make things difficult for us. All here, let your boss go, and take your friends; we won’t interfere.”
Ji Jue glanced over, uninterested, before pulling his gaze away: “Not enough.”
“…”
The corner of Si Lan's eye twitched once more, nearly laughing from anger: “You don’t want this little guy’s life?”
“Of course I do, no need to emphasize the price. But because my friend was injured and sacrificed so much, it’s simply not enough.”
Ji Jue’s hand on the trigger remained steady: “You better understand, don’t waste my patience.”
“Fine.”
Si Lan coldly chuckled: “Even two lives for one wouldn't be enough. Kill my employer, and how would you deal with us?”
What answered him was another rift opening behind Ji Jue.
“Recognize the situation; I want to leave. You can’t stop me.”
Ji Jue calmly warned: “You may kill my friend, but your boss is dead for sure. Not just your boss, but you, your family, your friends—”
“Just a heads up, my teacher’s a Master, and he has the Safety Bureau backing him. Even if the Lou family plans a counterattack, they can’t do a thing in Cliff City, but you’re different. The Safety Bureau might overlook you, but I won’t. Ten years, twenty years, thirty years… no matter how long it takes, as long as I can obtain the title of Master, the first thing I’ll do is issue a bounty for you at the wilderness market...”
He assured: “As long as I’m alive, we’re bound to this grudge!”
(The end of this chapter)