Chapter 121: The Terrifying White-Haired Expert
Chapter 121: The Terrifying White-Haired Expert
A beautiful and terrifying storm of death.
Even the powerful Paris was thrown backward by the shockwave like a leaf in the autumn wind. She had to admit that even though she was very careful, she still underestimated the Little King’s power.
Mid-air, drifting like a falling leaf, Paris’s beautiful pupils suddenly contracted as two deadly cold gleams reflected in them. Hidden within the beautiful storm, one green and one purple fiery light shot straight toward her heart and throat.
It was unbelievable.
The Little King had recklessly endured the massive impact of the deadly dust pillar with his own body, tearing through the air. Though covered in blood, his murderous gaze remained sharp. His body aligned perfectly parallel to the ground as the rotating, tearing blades of the Purple and Green Twin Swords formed a Blade Storm with the aura of death, piercing through the air.
An immense sense of danger instantly enveloped Paris.
The piercing, tangible murderous intent left fine red marks on her delicate skin, as if sharp blades had swiftly cut her. A chilling sensation easily tore apart and halted her thoughts.
Watching the layers of green defensive flames she had desperately conjured being torn apart like scrap paper by the Purple and Green Twin Swords, Paris’s expression finally changed. Her stunning face showed a look of shock never seen before. She turned her head and frantically shouted a name—
“Murphy!!!”
Boom—!
Before her voice faded, a figure suddenly appeared in front of Paris. He threw a deliberate, unhurried punch into the air.
This punch felt very strange.
It seemed extremely slow—so slow that almost everyone could clearly see the angle and method of the strike, even the pattern on a black ring worn on his middle finger. Yet, it also felt incredibly fast. In an instant, the light punch was completed from start to finish.
It seemed to distort time and space.
Clang!
The punch accurately struck the green and purple fiery lights.
An overwhelming force erupted. The Purple and Green Twin Swords in Sun Fei’s hands trembled and bent with mournful cries. The hilts shook violently as the terrifying force surged through the blades into Sun Fei’s palms, forearms, and shoulders.
Crack, crack—!
The horrifying sound of bones breaking was heard. With hissing noises, thin streams of blood sprayed out like mist from the pores on Sun Fei’s arms, instantly staining his clothes. A trickle of crimson blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
Like a discarded ragdoll, Sun Fei’s body stumbled backward for over twenty meters before he managed to stop himself.
An expert!
Sun Fei’s heart tightened.
This sudden arrival was undoubtedly the most powerful expert Sun Fei had ever encountered, whether in the World of Diablo or on the Azeroth Continent. The strange force from the man’s fists invaded Sun Fei’s body through his arms, wreaking havoc and tearing his muscles and bones. It felt like a series of tiny explosions inside his body. The intense pain almost made Sun Fei scream out loud.
With a flip of his hand, Sun Fei took a Health Potion and drank it.
The injuries on his arms and inside his body healed rapidly.
But soon, Sun Fei’s expression changed.
The explosive force inside him didn’t disappear. It continued to repeatedly tear the muscles and bones that the Health Potion had just healed, causing secondary damage. The potion could only repair the damaged flesh but couldn’t dispel the destructive force raging within.
He flipped his hand again, and a purple Minor Rejuvenation Potion appeared.
In the Diablo World, Rejuvenation Potions were said to restore both health and magic power, and could also counteract some negative status effects… Sure enough, as the purple potion went down, the invasive force weakened rapidly and eventually canceled out with the potion’s effects, vanishing entirely.
Sun Fei didn’t attack again.
He quickly switched to Assassin Mode. His figure flickered on the spot and vanished into the thick dust and stone mist. The Eastern Peak Summit was shrouded in haze, with blood and dust clouding everyone’s vision—the perfect environment for an assassin to excel.
The punch’s force dissipated.
In front of Paris stood a tall old man with a white beard.
The one who had punched Sun Fei away was this white-haired, white-bearded elder named Murphy. He was Paris’s hidden trump card, originally meant to deal with assassins sent by the Princess Royal at a critical moment. But when her own life was threatened by the sharp Purple and Green Twin Swords, Paris had no choice but to play her card early, exposing this super expert.
After punching Sun Fei away, the old man Murphy didn’t press his advantage.
He placed his hands behind his back. His eyes emitted two golden beams of light, cutting through the layers of dust and blood mist like searchlights, scanning back and forth as if searching for something… Gradually, a look of seriousness appeared on his face.
Meanwhile, the alluring beauty Paris, standing behind Murphy, noticed the two bloody wounds on the old man’s fists. They were three to four centimeters deep, revealing white bone fragments. Drops of blood fell from his fingers onto the dusty ground.
This discovery sent a tremor through Paris’s heart, followed by a wave of fear.
Murphy’s Six-Star Level Sharp Metal Combat Aura had long reached the supreme realm of “impervious to external objects, body like solid ice.” His fists were comparable to divine weapons, capable of destroying anything. Yet, he had suffered such injury from the Purple and Green Twin Swords… The thought sent chills down Paris’s spine. If she had faced such an unbelievable attack herself, her throat and heart would likely have been pierced long ago.
“Murphy, kill him as fast as you can!”
Paris bit her red lip with her pearly white teeth. Her expression had never been so grave. Even though she had more tricks up her sleeve, the combat power displayed by this small kingdom made her uneasy. A woman’s intuition told her she might have overlooked something, but she couldn’t grasp what it was.
“He’s gone!”
The expert old man Murphy scanned the entire Eastern Peak Summit but found no trace of where the Little King was hiding. Not even a hint of his aura leaked out. “I can’t find him!”
“What?”
Paris’s stunningly beautiful face could no longer hide her shock. That the Little King could evade the detection of a Six-Star Expert was as unbelievable as the tales of the Lord God of War told by Bards. After a moment’s thought, she quickly came up with a plan. “Torture and kill the guards and soldiers of Shampoo City one by one to force him out!”
When it came to understanding human nature, Paris was a master.
But—
“Paris, unless I’m mistaken, it seems… all the people of Shampoo City are already dead.”
The expert old man Murphy’s eyes emitted pale golden beams as he scanned the Eastern Peak Summit again. Seeing the corpses everywhere, his answer made Paris feel almost frantic. For this peerlessly charming woman, it had been years since she faced a situation that left her so helpless. It felt like being back in her childhood sixteen years ago, trapped in a dark basement by her greedy foster father with no way out.
“Damn it! Then forget about him… I’ll handle the other experts. You go kill the Princess Royal!”
With that, Paris’s figure blurred, transforming into a streak of silver light as she joined the distant battle. She helped the struggling sword-wielding Assassin to jointly restrain the purple-clad girl Purple Flame. Meanwhile, the white-bearded old man Murphy strode toward the direction of the Princess Royal.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
With each step he took, his aura intensified, and the entire ground began to shake.
The cavalry surrounding the Princess Royal soon noticed the approaching danger. The remaining fewer than one hundred soldiers quickly split into two groups. One group tightly protected the Princess Royal, while the other fearlessly charged toward the white-bearded old man Murphy, intending to block this fearsome expert with their own flesh and blood—even if their desperate efforts might only delay him for a second.
But—
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The white-bearded old man Murphy advanced steadily. Facing the swarming soldiers, he simply threw punches into the air. The cavalrymen trying to block his path didn’t even have time to scream before they turned into clouds of blood mist. The immense Sharp Metal Combat Aura directly shattered their flesh, bones, and evaporated their blood, vanishing instantly like thin snow on a field doused with boiling water.
This was a true expert.
Ordinary soldiers couldn’t even get within ten meters of him, let alone stop his advance.
Nonetheless, the cavalrymen charged forward one after another.
Their eyes shone with the honor of warriors, without a trace of retreat or fear.
Unfortunately, in the face of absolute power, courage couldn’t change everything.
In the blink of an eye, more than fifty brave cavalrymen were all dead. Their weapons, armor, bodies, bones, and blood all turned into red mist, vanishing forever from the Eastern Peak Summit.
The white-haired old man continued his approach step by step.
He had closed in to a dangerously close distance to the Princess Royal. With his twenty-first punch, he could directly strike the Princess Royal, even through the layers of soldiers protecting her.
The tragic deaths of their comrades didn’t make the remaining cavalrymen retreat.
Without shouts or slogans, the fifty-plus cavalrymen surrounding the Princess Royal split into two groups again, like moths drawn to flame. One group continued to guard the Princess, while the other fearlessly charged at the white-bearded old man Murphy, stepping onto the land already dyed red by countless comrades’ blood and remains.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom—!
Still the same sharp punches, still the same silent deaths.
The soldiers’ brave sacrifices seemed rather cheap, utterly ineffective.
The white-haired old man Murphy was now less than thirty meters from the Princess Royal.
Of the twenty-plus cavalrymen who charged, only one remained, staggering forward. A flicker of annoyance crossed the white-bearded old man Murphy’s eyes. He threw a punch, and the overwhelming Sharp Metal energy instantly engulfed the stumbling figure.
Nothing could stop this white-haired god of death now.
Murphy’s gaze was firmly locked on the Princess Royal. The next second, he was completely confident he could punch this Female Literary Sage—who struck fear into countless hearts in the Imperial Capital Saint Petersburg—into a cloud of blood mist.
But just then, another sudden change occurred—
Another fist.
It silently pierced through the spreading blood mist, as if transcending time and space, arriving instantly without any visible effort, lightly touching the white-haired old man Murphy’s chest.
Pfft—!
Blood gushed out, staining the white beard of the white-haired death god.
Murphy’s tall figure flew backward uncontrollably like a cannonball.