In a derelict car scrapyard in the Xia Zhu District, Liu Lang Xia and Lin Zhe Yuan were pinned beneath several wrecked vehicles.
Liu Lang Xia clutched his shoulder. Despite activating his teleportation ability, the limb had still been bitten off by that guy.
However, Liu Lang Xia felt no great sorrow. Instead, he burst into laughter, for it meant he had successfully extricated himself from this Divine Blood Cup competition.
"You also received a call from Gui Tan earlier, right? Head to the Big Wave Club. Tell Gui Tan about that cicada-like creature. Although that thing isn't disaster-level, it's not something an ordinary True Sequence can handle. Have him prepare himself."
"And you?"
"I... I'm going to rest for a bit."
Liu Lang Xia's voice grew weaker until he collapsed onto the ground.
Lin Zhe Yuan was startled and immediately checked Liu Lang Xia's heartbeat. Relieved to find it strong, he let out a sigh.
Dodging the attack of a giant cicada-like creature was no easy feat. For Liu Lang Xia to escape with Lin Zhe Yuan, he had exerted all his strength. After exchanging a few words with Lin Zhe Yuan, he had fallen into a deep sleep.
After some thought, Lin Zhe Yuan first used his own tentacles to reattach Liu Lang Xia's severed arm. Then, he found a spot nearby, dug a pit, and buried Liu Lang Xia within it.
A pit of this depth would not cause any negative effects for Liu Lang Xia, and he could easily climb out once he woke up.
Lin Zhe Yuan was a target for other contestants. Taking Liu Lang Xia to the Big Wave Club would only put him in danger.
Liu Lang Xia had now lost his mark, and no one would deliberately seek him out. Lying there was the safest option.
...
The somewhat seductive female angel's lightsaber had flickered out, and her wings drooped powerlessly.
Wen Wen floated in mid-air, his hand gripping the female angel's neck. Her toes barely touched the ground.
This female angel was slender but stood twice the height of an average person. If Wen Wen hadn't flown up, it would have been difficult for him to hold her neck in such a stylish manner.
Furthermore, if he hadn't flown up, the position where Wen Wen could grip her neck would have been rather unseemly.
The previously arrogant woman watched Wen Wen in terror. She had thought that with the appearance of her guardian angel, she could finally strike down this lecher who wandered around such a place.
And at the beginning, the Holy Sword Angel's performance had indeed matched her expectations.
The lightsaber, imbued with holy power, was honed to an extreme sharpness. This short-sighted lecher could only dodge frantically at first.
But after a few dodges, the lecher seemed to grow impatient. He drew a sword emanating immense demonic energy from between his legs...
Don't dwell on why it was drawn from between his legs; the Blood River Sword was within the containment facility, and Wen Wen could draw the Blood River Sword from anywhere.
As the blood-red longsword clashed with the radiant lightsaber, the lightsaber immediately shattered. Then, the lecher lightly poked the Holy Sword Angel's forehead, and the Holy Sword Angel lost all ability to resist.
The woman knelt on the ground in despair. Someone who could so easily defeat the Holy Sword Angel was undoubtedly a demon hunter of the True Sequence realm, which meant she was about to have her mark taken by this demon hunter.
Would he sever her hand... or kill her?
Wen Wen had no time to concern himself with the woman at the moment. He was very interested in the female angel before him, even a little excited.
He pulled out two feathers from her wings, sniffed them, but there was no scent.
Then, he intended to push aside the female angel's hair to see what was beneath.
Tao Qing Qing, standing by, covered her eyes with one hand. Couldn't this guy stop embarrassing her... Sudanese Novel Network.
Seeing Wen Wen's actions, the woman's eyes widened in fury, and she immediately charged at Wen Wen without hesitation, reaching out to stop him.
"Don't touch her!"
To her, all men in the world were defiled; only the Holy Sword Angel could understand her.
She and the Holy Sword Angel were each other's support. She felt she couldn't watch the Holy Sword Angel being groped by this fellow.
Wen Wen did not look at her. With a casual sweep of his sword, a fair hand was severed cleanly at the wrist.
The woman cried out in pain on the ground, clutching her wrist. The severed hand did not fall to the ground but flew into Wen Wen's grasp.
A blood-red mark transferred from the hand to the back of Wen Wen's hand. He could clearly feel the power of the Divine Blood Cup within him strengthening.
"Does it hurt? Are you scared? That move you just made didn't just ruin one person's hand!"
Wen Wen glanced at her coldly, without a trace of sympathy in his eyes, then smiled at the Holy Sword Angel again.
"Heh heh, if I don't touch her, I can use your hand to touch, right?"
Wen Wen eagerly used the hand to push aside her hair. Then, his expectant expression quickly faded, replaced by one of disdain.
"Tch, wasted my feelings."
This Holy Sword Angel actually had holy light emanating from her!
The areas covered by her hair and wings were a blinding white, no better than when they were hidden by her wings and hair.
Wen Wen casually tossed the Holy Sword Angel to the ground, smashing several tables and chairs. He then sat on the sofa next to the woman, holding the Blood River Sword in one hand and lifting the crying woman's chin.
"Now, we can continue our previous topic..."
"What is your name, what is your occupation, are you married, and... what do you know about the Divine Blood Cup competition?"
...
Wen Wen's interrogation skills were beyond question. With this woman's willpower, she surrendered within two or three rounds.
She knelt on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably. The fierce and sharp exterior she had used to protect herself was dismantled by Wen Wen and thrown into the trash.
"My name is Winsa, Winsa. Hildur. I originally had a happy family, but when I was fourteen, my father incurred massive gambling debts."
Wen Wen shook his head, muttering, "Gamblers deserve to die, and dragging their families down makes them even less deserving of sympathy."
Winsa paused, then continued, "Later, to pay off the gambling debts, I was sold to this Big Wave Club."
"It feels like I'm watching an ancient melodrama..." Wen Wen quipped again. He wasn't particularly surprised.
The dark side of society had always existed. Every district had such phenomena to varying degrees. The East Oil District, with its extreme disparity between rich and poor and a lack of constraints on the wealthy, was more prone to such occurrences.
They, the demon hunters, could kill the monsters born from the darkness of human nature, but they couldn't bleach human hearts. At best, they could only deal with what they saw.
"Here, I suffered inhuman torture... They didn't treat me like a human at all, only as a piece of merchandise, merchandise used to please certain people..."
"On the first day after my 'training' ended, I secretly vowed that if I ever had the chance, I would destroy this place and kill all the 'managers' and all the 'guests'."
Winsa's expression turned ferocious, her face marked by unconcealable killing intent. Pure white holy power surfaced around her, yet it could not mask her surging murderous aura.