Chapter 287 - Stop Killing Already, You Guys!

"What is Black Peacock saying?"

"It seems like he's telling us to hurry up."

"Then why aren't you stepping on the gas!"

Several hundred meters away, the black convoy suddenly accelerated to full speed, as they charged forward. In an instant, they were within nearly a hundred meters of the four individuals. These elite subordinates were divided into melee and ranged groups. Some meticulously selected and trained marksmen had already mounted their guns on the car windows as they took aim at Black Peacock's opponents.

However, the physical prowess of seasoned combat artists was utterly inhuman. The four fought fiercely like feral wolves, appearing and disappearing like phantoms. Their swift maneuvers dazzled the eyes. It was impossible to distinguish their positions at all.

To the ordinary eye, the battleground where Cassius and his three companions fought seemed like a haze of blurred chaos. Only faint glimpses of rapidly flashing figures could be seen through the mist, leaving slight traces on the retinas. Although the marksmen trained by the Gate Organization had unique skills and their physical and dynamic vision far surpassed that of normal people, they still found it difficult to capture their targets. They had no choice but to fire blindly.

The firearms they used had been specially modified to accommodate extraordinary bullets. They possessed unimaginable power, just like the three indestructible blades of the Blade Demon Garoro, which had been provided by the sect with a special alloy formula. The rare, special bullets used by the organization's firearm team were also exceptional. They possessed strong penetrative, explosive, and shockwave properties according to their categories. It seemed to be a product of some supernatural technology combined with firearms.

That made the bullets a considerable threat even to non-human monsters of Class B and above. The team had not come to support Black Peacock out of sheer anxiety but with a certain level of confidence.

Several marksmen on the vehicles aimed their guns towards the chaotic battlefield. Their elbows slightly moved as sweat poured down their heads, seemingly concentrating their attention to the extreme. They were diligently trying to track their enemies.

They could only make out four blurs continuously clashing and intertwining. Limbs collided in the air, forming clusters of blurry white smoke. Dust from the ground was also kicked up by high-speed movement, and swept along by the roaring winds of fists and kicks.

Boom!

Another swift collision and Black Peacock briefly and forcibly pulled away from Cassius and the three others. He had been blasted into the air by a tremendous force, leaving him gasping for breath. Turning his head to look at his subordinates approaching closer, an inexplicable wave of sorrow surged from his heart, even overshadowing his usually composed and elegant demeanor.

"What are you here for?! Go away, I've only managed to build up this little force after more than ten years of effort! Are you trying to anger me to death?!"

Before he could finish speaking, the marksmen had already pulled their triggers. Several high-powered special bullets sped through the air, rolling and piercing through cavities within the airflow, whistling forward.

Ding, ding, ding!

Three sharp sounds merged into one at the same time as three figures turned toward them. A man in a white suit had crystalline blue whips swirling around him. They twisted and rotated to form a shield in mid-air, easily blocking a bullet. The man in the black suit in the middle had blood-red hands. His two fingers closed around a bullet. The bullet was still spinning as its metallic surface was slightly smoking.

But the thinnest young man in the red suit was enveloped by the mist from the bullet's explosion. After it dissipated, half of his suit was torn, but his body underneath was completely unharmed. His skin was as translucent white as solid jade. It was as if he had a layer of crystalline diamond over his skin.

Three sharp gazes looked over from nearly a hundred meters away. The dazed marksmen felt that everything was becoming blurred and hazy, leaving only three pairs of eyes that kept growing larger. They also grew brighter and brighter, like torches in the darkness. In the blink of an eye, the owners of the eyes emerged from the darkness. Two ferocious and eerie blood-colored raptors dove down, and a giant ice-crystal centipede roared. It had only taken half a breath for them to reach the convoy.

"Is it an illusion!?" The marksman muttered to himself, but barely a blink later, he saw a blood-colored raptor condense into a figure with its iron claws clamping down. It rushed forward like a cannonball.

Bang!!!

The sturdy left side of the vehicle was immediately heavily dented, as if it had been hit by a high-speed rock that possessed immense mass and tremendous power. The figure forced the steel car to give way as it landed, forcing the twisted metal to screech and the sound of bones shattering and flesh mixing together to fill the air.

Whoosh!

The car was propelled into the air, tracing a parabolic arc until it smashed into the ground, carving out a deep pit. The automobile had been flattened, and there were no survivors inside.

"Fight me! Why aren't you fighting me? You three fucking bastards! Damn it..." Black Peacock cursed as he charged forward to intercept Cassius and the three others.

He was now feeling so bad he was almost going to vomit blood. He had already overused his Secret Technique during his escape, which would cause strong side effects later. It was already a great price to pay for his own carelessness. Yet, he had been treated like bait, causing the death of more than half of the elite subordinates he had trained over the years.

These three old foxes knew they couldn't kill him, so they had shifted their targets. They had deliberately stalled and didn't let him go in order to draw out his reinforcements. When most of Black Peacock's subordinates approached, the three stopped pretending entirely. They didn't even bother maintaining the disguise of having one person stall Black Peacock. They abandoned him, allowing him to flee as they focused on the reinforcements.

This almost angered Black Peacock to death. His figure was ethereal as he chased after Feng Liusi, whose hands were reddening. Just as he was about to approach at full speed, he was blasted away by a deep red waterfall of explosive shockwaves emanating from Feng Liusi. Next to him, Saint Feinan also unfurled his whip. The combined energy and chill not only forced Black Peacock to retreat several steps but also stiffened his joints.

He could only watch helplessly as Feng Liusi pierced the car door like a blood-colored spear and tore his way inside, ruthlessly reaping the lives within. He emerged from the other side amidst a chorus of screams. He didn’t even pause as he searched for the next target.

On the right, Saint Feinan was equally formidable, easily taking lives with his crystalline blue whip. He first swung the whip out in its extended state, transforming it into a cross-sword shape in mid-air, and slashed down fiercely.

He sliced a car clean in half. Even the steel was severed, and those inside naturally couldn't escape, their deaths leaving flesh and blood in a particularly tragic state.

Black Peacock's figure slightly stiffened, his expression somewhat blank. He really wanted to say, "Stop killing already," but how could these three executioners listen to their enemy? It was too absurd.

Screams from his subordinates reached his ears as he watched the three constantly maneuvering. Black Peacock inexplicably felt a ruthless urge to give up entirely. "Kill them then, kill them! Let's see how many of you can kill! Do you want to wipe out everyone in my squad?"

He sneered and turned around, dissolving into smoke as he left the scene of devastation unhindered.

Cassius was casually squeezing an iron sheet under the noon sunlight. The massive force easily deformed the steel car body. His ears were filled with the grating sounds of twisting metal creaking incessantly.

Next to him, Feng Liusi was performing the final guiding movements of the Southern Dipper Red Falcon Fist. The recent battle seemed to have allowed him to rapidly adapt and master the Death's Fang Force within his body. In other words, Feng Liusi could continue to break through the next acupoint.

On the right, Saint Feinan was sitting on the car body. A blue longsword was inserted into the car hood, emitting a faint chill. It was like a natural air conditioner, as it cooled the air around him.

The surroundings were a smorgasbord of devastation, full of pits and ditches, as shattered car fragments and ash from explosions were scattered everywhere. One could only imagine the intense battle that had just taken place. Although, it had only been a one-sided slaughter.

Cassius and his three companions had not accomplished their original goal of killing Black Peacock at the antique exhibition, but their secondary objective had been met.

The organization had always been hidden in the shadows of Kura City. This time, they had almost forcibly extracted the majority of the organization's forces. They had noticed Black Peacock's anxious appearance, and it seemed like losing these reinforcements was actually a major blow. The goal of weakening the competitor had been achieved.

Furthermore, it could be vaguely inferred that the squad deployed in Kura City only had Black Peacock as a Class B expert for the moment. No second Class B expert's Qi had appeared during the baiting process, only Black Peacock.

Originally, the organization had a strong force targeting the Tulip Antique Exhibition. It consisted of two core members, Black Peacock and Blade Demon Garoro, who were both top-tier experts. Unfortunately, they had been defeated separately due to some unforeseen factors. Or in other words, they had enjoyed the exhilarating experience of being targeted by Feng Liusi and the others.

Cassius thought that the Gate Organization would likely calm down in the next two days, and Black Peacock certainly wouldn't dare to show off in front of him and his group. However, the organization still remained the biggest threat. Their determination to acquire this ancient antique was evident; they surely wouldn't be satisfied with just a few setbacks.

More core members from various parts of the federation would definitely be dispatched to serve as temporary reinforcements on the fourth day. A warm breeze blew through the suburbs, carrying a faint scent of gunpowder.

Feng Liusi had finally tamed his Death's Fang Force and opened his eyes to look sharply at Cassius, "What do we do next? Should we look for the Gate Organization and aim to wipe them out completely?"

Cassius shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest. Golden strands of hair flustered in the wind as he leaned against the wreckage of a vehicle. "They've definitely hidden away like rats. It would be impossible to find them. Even if we did find them, they'd just be some small fry. It would be a waste of time with disproportionate effort and reward. We should wait for someone."

"Who are we waiting for?" Feng Liusi walked over to ask.

"The people from the Black Ops Agency. With such a big commotion, they should be in the area. As an official supernatural force of the federation, their efficiency shouldn't be this low." Cassius glanced at the corpses of the organization members.

"I have some connections with the Black Ops Agency, and we can fully cooperate in dealing with the Gate Organization. I can feel that Black Peacock won't give up easily..."

He suddenly looked at Feng Liusi.

"How about we make a bet?" Cassius suggested.

Feng Liusi raised an eyebrow. "What are we betting on?"

"Whether the people from the Black Ops Agency who come will include the new butler, Reaper Amos—the little brat I told you about last time. I bet he'll be the first to show up."

Cassius's expression didn't change.

"What's the wager?"

"Simple. If you win, teach me that newly created Blood Vulture's Beak technique. If I win, I'll capture five dark creatures equivalent to the Undying-rank and offer their life vibration energies." Cassius looked confident.

What kind of bullshit wager is this?

Feng Liusi grumbled.

He had originally planned to teach Cassius the Blood Vulture Beak technique anyway; there were only two people in the world practicing the Southern Dipper Red Falcon Fist. If Feng Liusi didn't pass it on to Cassius, then who would he pass it onto? Was he planning to sever his own legacy?

Not to mention, Cassius’s wager was unfair to begin with. He had helped Feng Liusi regain his youth by expending a large amount of life vibration energy without asking for any compensation. They called paying tuition, but Feng Liusi had already taught him all he could. Cassius was still giving him energy.

"Whatever, bet." Feng Liusi didn't hesitate.

Cassius snapped his fingers. "You lost." Then he looked around and said loudly, "Come out, Amos. I know you're here."

Click.

A glossy shoe stepped around a roadside tree and crushed a twig. A black-haired youth wearing white gloves and a gentle smile slowly walked out into the sunlight.

Elsewhere, in a private room at a hidden base of the Gate organization, an almost inhuman appeared with beast-like low growls. The ground was covered with mottled bloodstains and various pits and cracks. The figure was in great pain, seemingly enduring unimaginable torment.

Thud, thud, thud! Thud, thud, thud!

Fists were pounding the walls and floor, causing the entire private room to shake, with large amounts of dust falling from the corners. The figure let out a final roar before slumping to the ground. Blood kept dripping from his chin, making plopping sounds.

Half an hour later, a man dressed in black stood in the corner of a study. The window was half-covered and slightly swaying with the wind. Most of the room was hidden in darkness, with hazy shadows. He had seemingly blended into the surrounding environment. His eyes beneath the mask were empty and deep, as he slowly dialed a rotary brass telephone with his hand. After a moment, the call connected.

"Lord Black Peacock, headquarters has already been informed about the events at this Tulip Antique Exhibition. Lord Purple General, who is the closest, will definitely arrive to assist your operation before the fourth day of the exhibition ends. Additionally, Lord Purple General will also bring a vial of Blood of Misfortune, which can temporarily cure Lord Blade Demon."

The voice on the other end of the phone carried a faint electric current.

"Lord Purple General?" Black Peacock's voice was hoarse and dry. He held the phone weakly, seemingly mumbling to himself.

"Lord Purple General, the temporarily recovered Blade Demon, and my excessively depleted self,

huh...

Hehe, although I'm not in peak condition, it seems sufficient. I will remember today's pain well..."

Black Peacock's eyelids were drooping, as his pupils glowed dimly.

"In three days, I'll repay you a hundredfold."