CHAPTER 233: CHAPTER 233: TOO WRONGED (SEEKING SUBSCRIPTION)

"Was it you who severely injured Red Hair?" Jiang Feiyang stared in surprise at the baby-faced figure in front of him.

Zheng Jia Ru stretched lazily and responded with a yawn, "Ha! More or less. Where is he now?"

"We caught him and imprisoned him in Jiezhi Space!"

Upon hearing his brother’s words, Ye Ruozai and Zheng Jia Ru were slightly taken aback. Zheng Jia Ru regarded the members of the Upper Star Squad thoughtfully, nodded, and said, "That’s good."

After speaking, he glanced around the battlefield and pointed to the sky, saying to Ye Ruozai, "We can’t intervene in the fight between those two old guys. I’ll help the one on the ground, you go help suppress that Gray Hair!" He then took a deep breath, grasped his left index finger with his right hand, and forcefully snapped it with a crack.

The pain turned his face crimson red, wiping away the previous weariness from his face. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and let out a long breath.

Watching his distorted left finger return to normal with a casual flick of his hand, Pei Yan glanced at Xia Yu, thinking that this self-healing ability of his is not inferior to hers.

However, what he did next amazed Pei Yan even more. After warming up his limbs, he made a slight bow and, following a large spray of dirt, vanished in the blink of an eye, only to reappear behind Zhao Liben in the next moment.

Pei Yan’s eyes lit up; this was as fast as when he displayed flash-like speed in his mechanical form. Unlike the rapid movement in physical form of Song Mingyuan and himself, where their bodies would convulse uncontrollably and couldn’t handle it, Zheng Jia Ru’s actions were smooth and without the slightest pause.

Pei Yan and Xia Yu focused intently on Zheng Jia Ru’s subsequent battle, completely immersed, standing rooted to the spot.

Meanwhile, Zhao Liben, another main character in this battle, was having a tough time. He was gradually gaining the upper hand in his renewed fight with Wei Tianhe. Watching his opponent struggling to fend off his attacks, Zhao Liben was killing with great enthusiasm, his large blade flying up and down, laughing out loud, appearing quite full of himself.

As he racked his brain thinking of some lines of poetry to recite, hoping to humiliate Wei Tianhe before finishing him off, he suddenly sensed a gust of wind behind him. Knowing something was wrong, he slashed three times to force Wei Tianhe back, then turned, sweeping his blade in a horizontal arc!

Missed! Below!

Before Zhao Liben could retract his blade, a sharp pain shot through his calf as Zheng Jia Ru, sliding close, kicked solidly against his right leg. After his internal source collapsed, a faint sound of bone cracking came from his shin.

Zheng Jia Ru then flipped onto his feet with a press on the ground, grasping the hilt of Zhao Liben’s long blade and pulling it toward himself, while delivering a knee strike to Zhao Liben’s chest.

Twice! His attempt to strike fatally was interrupted twice in a row! Zhao Liben felt a stifling sensation in his chest, nearly exploding with anger. Enraged by Zheng Jia Ru’s move to steal his blade, he simply let go of the hilt and shouted, "Lord Guan’s weapon, and you dare to take it? I see you have a death wish! Cyan Dragon Crescent Blade!"

As soon as his voice fell, the long blade captured by Zheng Jia Ru transformed into a cyan dragon, rising into the air. It circled in the sky before emitting a resounding dragon’s roar, then descended toward Zheng Jia Ru.

"Strength!" Seeing the cyan dragon charging toward him, Zheng Jia Ru calmly took a stance and whispered. As he spoke, his muscles tensed slightly, his arms extended forward to meet the descending dragon head-on.

"Bang!" The enormous cyan dragon collided directly with Zheng Jia Ru, who seemingly attempted the impossible. After the initial stalemate created a shallow groove on the ground, Zheng Jia Ru finally couldn’t resist anymore, pushed back by the dragon in a wild chase, smashing through every person on the ground, leaving a deep ravine. Even after ramming Zheng Jia Ru into the high prison wall, the dragon did not relent, pressing its roaring head against him, determined to grind him into a meat paste.

"Ahhhh!" Just as the Upper Star stood up, ready to rush over to help, Zheng Jia Ru held the dragon’s chin with one hand, grabbed its whisker with the other hand, and let out a long howl toward the sky!

With a boom, the cyan dragon, formed by internal source energy, was forcefully brought down to the ground, once again turning into a field of cyan light, disappearing between heaven and earth.

"Pffft!" In the distance, Zhao Liben spat out a mouthful of blood, growing even weaker. Having used the ’Heroic Spirit of Guan Yu’ possession ability, he had long lost the initial overpowered look, as the consumption of a massive amount of internal source gradually revealed his true appearance. The muscles on his belly had loosened, flabby flesh faintly visible.

"Riding the Wooden Donkey!"

The annoying voice sounded behind Zhao Liben once more. Having already suffered once, his scalp tingled upon hearing it. As expected, before the words had completely faded, a sharp pain bloomed in his rear.

"Damn it, Mother!" Zhao Liben rolled on the ground, grabbing randomly. A long blade appeared in his hand, now dull and lifeless compared to before. With no time to care for the quality of the blade, and ignoring the bloodstained pants, he turned and charged at Wei Tianhe, swinging recklessly, all while cursing, "That thing is for women! Damn it, I’ll fight you to the death!"

Through the fight just now, he had begun to guess that the opponent’s ability likely stemmed from an artefact tied to criminal implements. Yet, what he had not foreseen was that the opponent would possess such vile instruments. The pain from the first sneak attack still haunted him, and experiencing it again felt as if he’d stepped on soap without earning the schooling.

Humiliated and both physically and mentally exhausted, Zhao Liben’s long blade had lost its form, striking solely for quickness, desperate to kill Wei Tianhe with a single blow, hoping to find some sense of fulfilment even if he died today!

Carelessly leaving himself exposed, he swung wide and missed, about to withdraw his blade when a pain seized his waist. Something seemed to latch onto his back, ravenously devouring his flesh and blood. Whipping his arm back, he grasped a few sticky objects and pulled hard, which unleashed a surge of excruciating pain. Looking ahead, he discovered a few ghastly eel-like creatures writhing, ignoring the remnants of his flesh in their jaws, winding themselves around his wrist once more.

"Who is it!" Zhao Liben, channeling his inner source, expelled the attached objects from his body with a yell, scanning his surroundings with rage!

Yet he couldn’t find the culprit, and what met him instead was Zheng Jia Ru’s fist. At the end of his strength, Zhao Liben really had no internal energy to resist, shoved defenseless against the walls by his opponent’s fierce offensive.

While listening to the walls around him crumble as Zheng Jia Ru smashed through them, his previously deftly wielded Guan Dao now weighed as heavy as a thousand pounds. In the last attempt to muster his strength to block, the hilt of the dao was struck by his opponent’s fist, leaving Zhao Liben’s arms numb, his grip torn, and the long blade fell, turning to a beam of cyan light disappearing from this world.

Zhao Liben fell to his knees with bloodshot eyes, staring at Wei Tianhe as he clapped the restraint ring onto his wrist, spitting saliva in defiance, weakly shouting, "I won’t accept this! Even if you execute me! I won’t accept this! Damn it, you gang up on me!"

In the end, Zhao Liben’s eyes filled with tears, as he softly whimpered!

Unfair! It’s damn unfair!