Chapter 219: Black Robe
Chapter 219: Black Robe
Caught off guard!
Just as Gao Jing stepped out of the Alliance Branch, he sensed someone tailing him.
He deliberately led both pursuers into a deserted alley, aiming to eliminate the potential threat.
Never did he expect the enemy had backup lying in wait.
Gao Jing failed to detect the third attacker, turning into the mantis being tricked by the oriole!
This power restraining him felt bizarre—formless yet heavier than a ton. It pressed down fiercely, stiffening his limbs and making breathing difficult.
Under such strain, swinging his Flame Blade to counter the burly warrior ahead was clearly impossible.
The burly warrior grinned wickedly, tilting his Battle Axe slightly to strike at Gao Jing’s right arm.
He needed Gao Jing alive!
Retreat!
Though startled, Gao Jing’s mind raced. In this critical moment, he unleashed the power of his Bronze Anchor.
He instantly returned to the Primary World.
Inside a Hong Kong Island port warehouse!
The force shackling Gao Jing vanished completely, leaving no trace.
What the heck!
Freed, Gao Jing exhaled deeply, steadying his nerves.
Almost wrecked by a minor threat.
This near-miss taught him sharply: never underestimate any opponent.
Yet as caution surfaced, Gao Jing’s fighting spirit ignited!
Technically,…
he hadn’t solved anything. Returning to the Great World meant facing the ambush again.
Hiding wasn’t Gao Jing’s style!
His heart pounded. Thick Battle Qi surged from the Crimson Python Rune across every limb, forming a dark-red flaming Guardian Battle Armor around him in seconds.
Battle Qi Armor Manifestation—an elite skill only High-tier Totem Warriors mastered.
This armor far surpassed common steel or leather defenses, shielding against physical and magical assaults unless shattered by overwhelming force.
When first learning Battle Qi Manifestation, Gao Jing needed minutes to fully materialize the armor.
Through relentless training, he now compressed it under 3 seconds!
If prepared earlier, he could’ve withstood the attack without fleeing to the Primary World.
“Go!”
Revenge shouldn’t wait till tomorrow!
Falling and rising at the same spot—armor complete, Gao Jing reentered the Great World.
Thud!
The burly warrior’s Battle Axe slammed onto Gao Jing’s shoulder.
Gao Jing didn’t evade; there was no time.
Yet his blazing Battle Armor absorbed the blow entirely. Sparks flew wildly as the axe edge met the defense, leaving only a faint scratch!
This was the gap between ranks.
Though High-tier Totem Warriors differed from Advanced-rank by just one level, the former could effortlessly crush multiple of the latter using Battle Qi Manifestation.
Impossible!
The warrior’s bear-like eyes bulged, his stunned expression turning comical.
Forget escaping the “restraint”—armor manifestation always took time, at least 1–2 breaths!
Gao Jing’s armor appeared abruptly, defying logic!
But this Advanced-rank Totem Warrior would never learn the truth.
As the axe descended, Gao Jing’s left arm flashed upward. The armor around it transformed into a fiery Flame Blade, slicing through the warrior’s neck like lightning.
A head flew skyward, mouth gaping in shock!
“Ah!”
The middle-aged man witnessing this recoiled, stumbling backward in terror.
To him, Gao Jing seemed a demon risen from hell!
Gao Jing ignored the fool, wheeling toward the hidden ambusher.
A man in black robes stood at the alley’s mouth.
Lean and sallow-faced, his sickly pale skin contrasted with deep eye bags.
Clutching a brown Staff, he watched Gao Jing with wary confusion.
Shaman!
Despite expecting it, confronting the real figure still made Gao Jing’s heart sink.
Old Shaman Shan Yan once taught him: Totem Shamans ranked as Witchcraft Scholars, Shamans, and Grand Shamans.
Robe colors revealed their status: grey for Scholars, white for Shamans, red for Grand Shamans.
Typically, a Scholar wouldn’t dare wear white robes, though a Shaman could wear grey to disguise power.
Many, especially dark practitioners, preferred black robes instead.
Black held no rank.
Gao Jing couldn’t tell if this was a mere Scholar or full Shaman.
Yet both threatened him gravely.
Totem Witches were apex predators here—a single “restriction” could doom warriors!
Kill!
Instinctively, Gao Jing raised his right hand, materializing a Desert Eagle.
He aimed at the Black-robed Sorcerer and fired!
Simultaneously, the sorcerer lifted his Staff.
Purple lightning sparked from its gem, coiling down its length.
Though puzzled by Gao Jing’s escape, the seasoned Battle Shaman moved swiftly, priming his next spell.
Bang!
A .50 AE bullet struck the sorcerer’s face.
The Desert Eagle, famed for its deadliness despite brutal recoil, fit Gao Jing perfectly.
He cared little for its kick—only its raw power mattered!
Crack!
But the shot didn’t end the sorcerer. Inches from his brow, a sudden blue barrier blocked the bullet.
Meanwhile, the pendant on the sorcerer’s necklace shattered into dust!
Stunned, the black-robed man staggered backwards.
Bang! Bang!
Gao Jing fired two more rounds instantly.
The vicious Desert Eagle handled like a docile lamb in his grip: minimal muzzle lift, near-instant realignment. All three shots struck the same precise point.
Crack!
Bullet two smashed the barrier, rippling its surface like disturbed water.
The third shot tore clean through the weakened shield.
And struck the Black-robed Sorcerer’s forehead.