Chapter 337 - Once You Sing, I Will Appear (1)

The two arrogant men on either side had no choice but to fight. The leather-clad man suddenly lunged forward, instantly boosting his speed far beyond that of ordinary people. He swiftly thrust out his right hand.

Four sharp fingernails tore a wound into his own palm, and a dense, blood-red energy surged out. It extended inch by inch until it became a longsword with only a blade that was about half a meter in length.

He stared fiercely at the curly-haired man. The red sword swung, leaving a red line in the air that sliced toward the opponent.

Whoosh...

A gust of wind blew by, stirring the fallen leaves and dust on the ground. The leaves flew up but seemed to encounter a solid wall of air. They stopped in mid-air and slowly drifted to the ground. Behind the air wall, the curly-haired man made a grasping motion. His eyes were cold as he watched the leather-clad man charging toward him.

The Dead Blood captain, who had been moving so fast that afterimages trailed behind him, suddenly slowed down as the the air around him turned viscous. Any small movement required tremendous effort.

The leather-clad man was slowed to a jog, and the motion of his swinging sword slowed down to an incredible degree.

"

Hmph!

Indeed, you are an extraordinary being who mastered a few unusual abilities, but it's far from enough!" The curly-haired man's eyes flashed fiercely. He slowly clenched his left hand, compressing the air to form a fist.

The air in front of him responded. It visibly thickened to a transparent, then semi-transparent hue. It seemed to turn into a jelly-like obstacle.

The leather-clad man was trapped in that jelly, with continuous pressure coming from all directions. It seemed like a wriggling stomach trying to crush and digest the food inside!

Crack, crack, crack...

The skin on his body suddenly burst open from the pressure, forming nearly a hundred wounds. The blood inside gushed out but did not fall to the ground. Instead, it maintained its original trajectory, spreading in the air like winding blood snakes.

"Is that all?" The curly-haired man's mouth curled into a mocking smile, and his five fingers of the left hand were about to clench completely.

The leather-clad man roared as his whole body was enveloped in a red glow. It was as if a layer of watery film spurted from his wounds, spreading to every part of his body. His strength and speed surged in an instant. The leather-clad man only needed a single step to reach the edge of the psychokinesis field.

The curly-haired man was startled and immediately removed his right-hand glove. His two hands clapped together, quickly making several complex hand seals. Finally, the ten fingers interlocked, forming a clasped fist.

A huge force pressed down on the leather-clad man, causing him to stagger violently as he charged forward. He bent over as if he was carrying a heavy truck on his back. His feet sank deeply into the ground, and his whole body cracked with hundreds of wounds, causing blood to spurt out like a broken water bag.

A deep, beast-like growl came from the leather-clad man's throat. His eyes bulged and his fangs dripped blood as he glared at his opponent.

The curly-haired man's expression remained calm, but he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. But he was quickly irritated by his own reaction. When he glanced to either side, he saw that his two companions had already used psychokinesis to crush the entire squad in front of them to the ground.

"How can mere physical strength possibly contend with powerful psychokinesis? Die!" The curly-haired man's blue hair fluttered like a veil under his hat. He kept his hands clasped in front of his chest and slowly raised his right index finger to form an incantation gesture.

It was a kind of psychological association that linked incantation gestures and psychokinetic undulations through years of training. As long as specific hand gestures were quickly made during combat, one's own psychokinesis would execute mental commands like a program, achieving instantaneous, amplified effects. It was a special method passed down by the Psychokinesis Association.

Three figures faced different directions at the crossroads under the gray thin mist and pale sunlight. Their hands were raised in front of their chests, forming different incantation gestures. Invisible forces rapidly spread in the air and poured down like a waterfall, fiercely striking the Dead Blood squad and leaving behind a horrifying scene.

Figures dressed in black were frozen in the viscous air one by one like insects in amber. They were slowly forced to kneel by the immense force until their bodies cracked with open wounds, and the crimson inside continuously spread.

For a moment, the whole scene fell into an eerie silence. Only the slow sounds of bones cracking echoed.

Bang!

Finally, a Dead Blood was completely crushed to the ground, his skin splitting open with hundreds of wounds in an instant. The blood inside was compressed and squeezed out by the huge pressure on his body.

It should have splattered out over ten meters but was confined by the solidified air around him. Ultimately, it formed an enchanting blood-red flower about two meters in diameter.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang...

The first Dead Blood's explosion seemed to trigger a chain reaction. The rest of the squad couldn't withstand the pressure either and exploded one after another, blooming crimson flowers. Only the leather-clad man was still advancing, gradually reaching the edge.

"Let's finish him together!" The curly-haired man whispered, hands still clasped in front of his chest. His face was somewhat pale, and a few beads of sweat could faintly be seen on his forehead.

Immediately, the other two also applied psychokinesis to the leather-clad man. Three massive forces pressed down from the air at the same time.

Crack, crack, crack...

The floor tiles under the leather-clad man's feet shattered inch by inch, and were quickly stained red. He could no longer resist the surging psychokinesis, as he was crushed by the pressure from all directions.

Fwish, fwish, fwish!

𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Blood crazily spurted from his wounds.

The curly-haired man breathed a sigh of relief and released the incantation gesture he had been holding. His back was slightly cool from his cold sweat.

The exchange just now had seemed utterly one-sided, where the opponent had been forced to a halt and then crushed by psychokinesis. In reality, it was extremely dangerous. If the curly-haired man hadn't used the incantation gesture technique in time, the opponent might have broken out of his psychokinesis field. If he had closed the distance, their life and death would have been uncertain.

If he had been alone, the outcome would be hard to predict. The curly-haired man's incantation gesture technique had not been overwhelming enough, since the leather-clad man had not been injured heavily enough to prevent him from advancing. In the end, it depended on whether the curly-haired man's psychokinesis would be overdrawn first or the leather-clad man's physical strength was completely exhausted.

It was a terrifying gamble where both sides' lives were at stake. Fortunately, he finally won.

The curly-haired man let his somewhat stiff fingers disentangle and glanced at the bloody corpse on the ground before him.

He snorted coldly but didn't say arrogant words like before the battle. Turning to his two companions, he said, "According to our intelligence, Duststorm's bio-human squad should have another unit. When we meet them, go all out immediately. Don't give them time to unleash their techniques!"

"Let's go!"

The three figures moved along the street toward the guild hall. They hadn't walked far before they stopped. Shadows rushed out from the corner of the street ahead, all dressed in neat black attire. They were led by strong individuals who were dressed differently from the others. These individuals all radiated dangerous auras.

One, two, three, four...

There were actually four at the same level as the leather-clad man just now!

The three stiffened in the middle of forming incantation gestures. The fierce expression on the curly-haired man's face froze. They quickly turned to retreat, but footsteps rang out behind them.

A man drenched in crimson, with a hideous face, appeared before them. He wore a blood-soaked leather jacket, and blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth.

"

Hehehehe

, surprised?"

The leather-clad man's ghastly white fangs grew longer, and he enunciated every word, "I will have the Vice President squeeze every drop of blood from your bodies! It’s going to be delicious..."

***

Half a kilometer away, all the gunmen of the Ace of Spades' Fengnan City branch had been deployed, along with some supporting assassins from nearby branches. They formed an elite force of over a hundred people.

They carried firearms and moved efficiently. They were led by high-ranking members of the transport department to the entrance of Shuiyun Hall until they were discovered by Duststorm. Both sides quickly engaged in a firefight.

Gunpowder exploded, bullets flew, and rubble ricocheted around the entrance. Shuiyun Hall was manned by both members of the Blood Spirit Society and high-ranking members from Duststorm.

Some of these figures were familiar to the transport department. They gritted their teeth as they met enemies with bloodshot eyes. The frequency of triggers being pulled seemed to increase as everyone’s ears buzzed with gunfire.

A burst of bullets came, and King of Spades quickly sidestepped to hide behind a corner. The nearby concrete burst into golden sparks.

"That's Duststorm's fourth-ranked Gun King! He's targeting our high-ranking members!" King of Spades shouted loudly, reminding the other high-ranking members to be careful.

"

Puchi! Ahhhh...

" Screams came from not far away.

"Third-ranked Swordsman! He's charging from the side..."

"Too fast!"

"Quickly! Focus and suppress him with firepower!!!"

The last command had come from the sales department's Ace of Diamonds. The commotion on that side had just subsided when a shout came from the left side of the battlefield. "Duststorm's Deputy Leader Warhammer has appeared! Bullets don't work on him!"

"Use grenades, throw grenades! Quickly!"

Immediately, the sounds of gunpowder explosions came to their ears.

King of Spades felt his heart sinking. He had not expected many high-ranking members of Duststorm to have quietly arrived in Fengnan City! What initially seemed like a plan to retake their territory had fallen apart into a firefight. They were now in a stalemate.

No, the Ace of Spades organization was at a disadvantage because of the presence of most of the top-ranked assassins of Duststorm. Their antiques department and assassination department hadn't arrived yet.

They were already in a relatively passive position.

Nothing was going right.

The only fortunate thing was that Duststorm's immortal bio-human squads were nowhere to be seen on the battlefield. They were most likely being engaged by the three experts invited by the Deputy Leader! According to the description from Black Joker and the confident display of psychokinesis that morning, they were probably suppressing and eliminating the bio-humans. Presumably, it wouldn't take long before they could be free to support them!

If they had magical abilities that could stop bullets instantly, they might be able to turn the tables on their opponents. Although Duststorm’s top five assassins were formidable, they were still humans. They would surely be crushed by those three superhuman experts.

Therefore, what they needed to do now was to hold their position and wait for those three to appear and sweep away their opponents in one fell swoop. King of Spades immediately issuing orders to shift into a defensive position and dig in.