“Whew, that was close!” bellowed “Taishan,” who had just scrambled to his feet, shoving his dislocated jaw back into place before mumbling, _”Rudolph, cripple him!”

Only then did he see Rudolf’s fingers, which had been shattered by the explosion.

The man had just grasped the bullet at an almost extreme speed, and Yang Zicang had no time to alter its trajectory. This was not to say that the man’s speed was so great that the “Scheduling ” ability had no time to react, but that it was simply impossible to influence it.

The opponent’s rank was higher than his own!

At the entrance, more than twenty people were trapped in this suddenly altered room. A guard of the Travelers’ Guild held an iron longsword that radiated a brilliant orange light, blocking all the onlookers from the iron gate and preventing any rash movements.

Yang Zicang swept a glance around him and met the eyes of the man in front, who looked at him with an expression full of mockery and bitter hatred.

“A Ten-thousand-rank? “

“Ha, you guessed it, you bastard. You nearly caught me off guard! But this is as far as you go. “

Two fine rings of light lit up in Rudolf’s pupils!

He emanated an overwhelming pressure, and his fist came crashing down, covered by a surging, water-like wave of air!

Yang Zicang showed no sign of dodging, raising his hand to strike back. A fierce wind violently spread from the point where their fists collided, kicking up clouds of dust from the ground.

｛I countered 100,000N!｝

｛30,000N has been annihilated!｝

Staggering back a few steps from the clash, Yang Zicang was quickly steadied by Xue Qi, who held him up.

He felt his blood and energy churning violently within, as if his normally invincible Temporal Ward had been significantly weakened.

Was this the effect of the Bloodline Secret Power?

The temporal forces canceled each other out, yet his opponent’s Bloodline Secret Power still nearly caused him to be injured from the impact. Fortunately, his years of relentless training in the Postmark World had been fifty percent synchronized to his real body, so the punch, which also contained martial arts force, didn’t put him in too embarrassing a position.

If the so-called Azero Time-Order Weapon could ignore temporal defenses, applying its user’s temporal attacks directly to the victim’s own lifespan…

Then the effect of the Bloodline Secret Power was to penetrate temporal defenses, transferring a portion of the attack’s effect directly to the victim’s body. Though this effect was relatively weak, Yang Zicang had no doubt that if the opponent awakened more Bloodline Circuits or possessed a higher rank, the damage from such a clash would increase progressively, possibly even multiplying!

“Not bad, so you’re actually able to withstand a blow from me. ” A hint of anger surfaced on Rudolf’s face. “It’s that Azero Time-Order again. Let’s see just how much Azero Time-Order you have left to squander. “

In the young, chiseled-faced man’s mind, the path of Glazed Perception churned into an uncontrollable, frantic spin as the rustling sound of a tide-like forest echoed within.

“Handling you will be more than enough. “

“Everyone, together! Grab him! We need to make this kid hand over the Flash! “

Xue Qi looked up and shouted, “Watch out! “

Before the words faded, three fishing nets were thrown down from ropes hanging from the ceiling. Two unloaded bullets in Yang Zicang’s hand instantly left his palm, tracing a silver arc through the air, and with a “clang, ” nailed the nets to the shelves on either side.

“He can curve bullets without a gun?! “

The crowd finally realized that the ability to curve bullets didn’t belong to the evil nightmare Demon Device—it was Yang Zicang’s own power.

Beneath the quivering nets, several men charged forward with clenched fists.

｛Investors in me will earn my friendship.｝

Yang Zicang emitted the filaments of the financing model, but they vibrated intensely, as if still unaccustomed to this new track of fate.

｛I received an investment of 3000N from She Liqi.｝

｛Li Qian invested 1200N in me.｝

｛Semis invested 3200N in me.｝

“Whoever dares invest in him, I’ll kill you! “

The guard at the door roared at the twenty-plus people before him.

A husky man swung an iron chain at Yang Zicang, who shot back at him. The bullet moved like a living thing, arcing around behind the man. He swiftly turned to defend, spinning the chain to smash against the instantaneously approaching red bullet.

The bullet struck the iron chain, sending it flying, and both objects accelerated violently, jerking the husky man sideways into a shelf.

The short-axe-wielding man behind him was about to deliver a finishing blow, but crashed into the person being dragged by the iron chain. The two of them toppled together into a shelf, crashing onto a pile of wooden crates as muffled groans escaped them.

Xue Qi raised her hand. In her palm, a delicate, fine blue scaled glass bottle featuring a blossoming, beautiful eye slowly opened both lids from left to right. A cold, moist, and hazy mist spurted out and expanded, enveloping several people with a dizzying chill.

Meanwhile, the silk scarf in Yang Zicang’s hand flipped once, emitting a puff of air as it expanded suddenly, sweeping up several charging opponents from the right.

In an instant, only three Travelers’ Guild guards remained active on the scene.

Yang Zicang’s gaze fell upon the visibly shocked Indian man.

Wapi grumbled to himself with an extremely pale expression, “Chairman, capturing this guy without harming him… that might be a tricky endeavor. “

—｛Distributor February. Di’an is observing the state of Howling Glory’s gestation.｝

—｛Distributor February. Di’an awaits my supply.｝

Yang Zicang turned his head to look at Wapi, whose Model Halo was gleaming on his chest.

Wapi met Yang Zicang’s gaze, hesitated for a moment, then spoke with a ferocious expression, “Fine, I got it. Alive is the only criterion, right? All of you, attack together! Kill that woman causing dizziness first, then cut off his limbs! “

Kim Tae-cheol looked around anxiously; everyone present had red and white halos lighting up on their chests one after another as silk threads of light merged into them. The small glowing particles representing investments flowed along these threads into their bodies, and orange-hued ethereal flames began to blaze on the guards.

The man who looked like a savage roared with a slurred voice: _”I’ll break his jaw first! I’ll use his mouth as a piss pot! Ah!”

A halo lit up in the man’s eyes; twisted ripples like dusty fabric covered his hands, and with a powerful push of his foot, he charged straight at Yang Zicang.

Rudolf also condensed writhing, water-like distortions of energy around his fists and slammed into the man with crushing force.

_”Let’s see which is stronger: yourBloodline Secret Power, or its own mother—Bloodline Secret Power!”

The guards who had scrambled back up and the man at the door charged over with weapons in hand, howling wildly. Each of them bore Chrono-Flames amplified by at least a hundred thousand to three hundred thousand years. It was the convergence of countless lives, now crashing together here in this time-space in a reckless display of primitive brutality!

Xue Qi pressed the nozzle of her perfume bottle again. Dense waves of vertigo, laced with reddish light and orange electric arcs, spread out, causing the pursuers’ steps to falter as if on unsteady ground.

“Kill that woman first!” Wapi roared. “Don’t hit his vital spots—just break his limbs!”

｛I, the Great Quadrilateral, activate Quadruple Amplification.｝

An orange ethereal flame emerged from Yang Zicang’s pistol, then abruptly contracted, condensing into the next bullet within the magazine.

A harpoon coated in orange-gold light was hurled towards Xue Qi, who subconsciously closed her eyes and turned her head away.

The man less than five meters away had thrown the harpoon off-target, believing he had been affected by the smell, but in the next instant, the harpoon changed direction, flying towards a Travelers’ Guild guard who had moved very close to the duo. With a wet thud, it plunged into the defenseless man’s stomach, instantly blasting a bloody hole.

Yang Zicang once again pressed a few Void-Zero Chrono Coins into the hand of the woman leaning against his back.

_”Don’t you need them?” Xue Qi asked, her voice taut with tension.

_”Relax. I’m a millionaire.”

Xue Qi was incredulous. She simply couldn’t fathom how the man shooting behind her back had accumulated such an incredible amount of this specialchrono, a thing she had never even heard of before.

But the truth was, Yang Zicang wasn’t faring well at all.

Although he had earned a million Void-Zero Chronos as a reward from the Demon Hero Hall, spending them like this, he feared he might barely last through this single battle before they were all gone.

_”Argh, I’ll make you wish you were dead!” several muffled voices cried out sluggishly from within the perfume-laden mist.

Yang Zicang looked at the “Tarzan ” who was approaching through the thick, hazy, scented fog.

_”Do you know what comes after the Orange Light?”

Xingya, whose hair was like straw, was stunned for a moment, then struck out furiously with his fist toward Yang Zicang’s right arm. He refused to believe that the man before him could possess a million moments—he himself had only seen figures like that a handful of times in all his years.

“Actually, the two colors are very similar. “

｛**I invested 830,000 N of Glory Radiance Time-points)

｛Due to exceeding the million time-point value, only 700,000 N of Glory Radiance Time-points were successfully invested!｝

｛I, the Great Quadrilateral, have witnessed the vast torrent of a million years.｝

Distorted yellow patterns erupted from Yang Zicang’s body, galloping through the orange flames, with golden radiance as their base.

“Tarzan, ” whose fist was smashing toward Yang Zicang, stared in disbelief, but he was already too late to withdraw his punch.

“You…! “

The martial art he practiced lacked such a fine, hair’s-breadth technique. Seeing that his fist seemed about to explode in the collision of time-points, he suddenly felt an invisible force diverting his hand upward, making it strike Rudolf, who was standing nearby.

“Stop! ” shouted Rudolf, his mind reeling.

He swiftly sidestepped to dodge the incoming punch.

Xue Qi turned her head, her gaze following the fist as it swept past her head.

Yang Zicang took a step to the side, and in his hand appeared a dark, dull short sword engraved with fine rippling patterns. With lightning speed, he thrust it into the throat of the man leaning forward, blood gushing out from the back of his head.

“Goodbye. “

｛I have obtained 42300 N.｝

All this happened in the blink of an eye.

｛Having accumulated an enduring order principal exceeding 100,000 N, unable to bear any more years, I can only abandon the power to bear them.｝

Some specks of light fell to the ground. Like ten thousand streams converging, they gathered together, forming a small silver ring-like halo floating at finger’s height above the ground, flickering faintly on and off, alternating between absence and presence.

Bang!

The moment his sword flashed out, a bullet with golden ripples and orange flames roared from the chamber, instantly swerving towards the other rushing guards of the Travelers’ Guild.

One man’s head was pierced by the bullet, followed immediately by another.