Chapter 70 of 100

Chapter 70

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A tearing sound of silk came, and just as he felt the blade touch his fingertips, the force was very weak, insufficient to stop Du Qian’s body from continuing to fly away.

When in the air or in water, one would encounter such a situation: as long as one could grab onto something, one would use all one’s strength, hoping to control one’s body. Du Qian was no exception; he clenched his ten fingers tightly, and each hand grabbed onto something, but it was useless.

Fortunately, he remained calm. Although his hands failed to grip tightly, this action significantly slowed his body’s flight. Unable to see or hear, he could only rely on the sensation of his body and that uncertain sense.

The first part to touch the ground was his head. When he sensed his head was extremely close to something, he finally felt it. He twisted his neck, thrust his left shoulder forward, and at the moment his shoulder made contact with the object, he tried to spread his body horizontally to increase the area of impact.

“Huh! Good skills.” There was no expected collision. A force that was both strong and flexible pushed Du Qian horizontally, and with a bit of clever force, he rolled on the ground twice and was unharmed.

Finally, his ears could hear sounds: someone’s scream, the sound of a spirit blade slicing through flesh, shouts, and the whistling of the wind.

Three seconds later, Du Qian’s vision recovered. The scene before him was chaotic, with at least a dozen bodies on the ground, blood and internal organs everywhere. Du Qian found himself unharmed and subconsciously took a few deep breaths, filling his nose and mouth with the strong smell of blood.

In the distance, several green lights were chasing each other, moving away. Du Qian’s heart tightened. That bald guy was really powerful. Despite the net already being set up outside, he still managed to escape.

“Kid, are you okay?” A young man walked over, his face full of curiosity, looking at Du Qian.

Du Qian, with his good hearing, quickly bowed. “Thank you for your help.”

“You’re welcome. You’re not from the Flying Tiger Team, right?” There were too many people today, from various factions: the City Lord’s residence, the Flying Tiger Team, the City Guard, merchant guards, and military experts. About half of the strong people from Pingchuan City were here.

Of course, there were more martial cultivators with combat power ranging from tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands. These people were the backbone of each faction. After all, the number of Combat Kings with over a million combat power was extremely limited. Even combined, all the factions in Pingchuan City might not exceed a hundred.

The young man in front of him looked too young. Being young wasn’t a problem, but his combat power was really worrying.

Today was definitely a big event. Why did a kid with just over ten thousand combat power come to join in? He didn’t even meet the minimum standard for the Flying Tiger Team.

Of course, besides the formal members, the Flying Tiger Team had many auxiliary personnel. Their combat power was similar to the young man in front of him, but it was strange that he came from inside.

“Yes, the Information Department of the Flying Tiger Team.” Du Qian didn’t dare to say he was the head of the department. That title was just a joke. It was fine to say it within the Flying Tiger Team, but outsiders would find it meaningless.

“Your combat power isn’t strong, but your reaction is quite good. Are you interested in joining the army?”

“No, I need to go see a friend.” Du Qian said, rushing towards Yao Jing, who had been thrown out with him. He was fine, but Yao Jing was still unconscious.

If not for this person’s help, Du Qian wouldn’t have wasted any time with him.

Yao Jing was severely injured. The wall of blades blocked the bald guy’s casual strike because he was careless. That strike was originally enough to decapitate Yao Jing. Combat power was usually hard to gauge at a glance, but the bald guy had excellent judgment. When he attacked, he could adjust the force, either light or heavy, with great precision.

Unless it was a top Combat King or a Combat Master, he would use just the right amount of combat power. The accuracy of his control was enough to make all the Combat Masters present today feel ashamed.

But he didn’t expect Yao Jing to have learned the wall of blades, a rather useless combat skill. The sudden burst of defensive power far exceeded the bald guy’s attack. Despite being covered in blood, Yao Jing’s injuries weren’t severe; she had just fainted. If given a minute, she would recover.

Unfortunately, in front of an expert like the bald guy, even a breath of time was impossible to gain.

He casually grabbed Du Qian and Yao Jing to use as pathfinders. The bald guy’s actions were quite cautious.

Unfortunately, he was unlucky. The direction he broke through had the most reinforcements. These people had just arrived at the door and hadn’t even had time to enter the defense room when the bald guy rushed out.

When the bald guy attacked, he used a strong force against Du Qian, killing him on the spot, but he added a hidden force to Yao Jing, making her almost dead when thrown out.

But the bald guy didn’t expect that there were four Combat Masters outside, who attacked him simultaneously. His attack was a bit slow, and Du Qian’s reaction was beyond expectation, managing to grab him twice.

Under normal circumstances, such a desperate grab would have no effect on him, but the four Combat Masters he faced were all at least as strong as he was. These two grabs had a significant impact.

The bald guy was immediately severely injured. He was a ruthless person, using a self-mutilating combat skill to escape from the four Combat Masters.

Du Qian shook his hands. At that moment, he felt death was so close. Even though his mind was calm, his body’s natural reaction was uncontrollable.

His ten fingers were stiff like wood, still tightly clasped together. Du Qian couldn’t feel them or control their movement.

Looking down, he smiled bitterly. Each hand was holding a piece of cloth, probably torn from the bald guy’s body.

Using the back of his right hand to help his left hand, he stretched his fingers and threw the cloth on the ground. He slowly moved his stiff, pale fingers, then helped his right hand. Just as he was about to throw the cloth away, he noticed something hard inside.

A button? The size was wrong, twice as large as a button. Through the cloth, he could feel it was hard and hollow.

Moving his fingers, he took it out and saw it was a ring.

What the hell? How could there be a ring? As a war orphan, Du Qian’s goal a month ago was to have enough to eat and a roof over his head. Something like a ring, which had no practical use other than decoration, was something he would never consider.

He wouldn’t spend money on it, and if he found one, he would sell it or throw it away. It would hinder the flexibility of his fingers, making both training and work inconvenient.

Subconsciously, he wanted to throw it away, but his mind quickly turned. His slightly more flexible fingers trembled, and the ring obediently slid onto his middle finger, fitting perfectly.

He quickly went to Yao Jing, where the Flying Tiger Team’s medic was performing emergency treatment. Du Qian knew he couldn’t help, so he stood ten steps away, worried.

“Captain, Yao Jing’s bodily functions are declining. Her organs are rapidly weakening, which is a reaction to being damaged by spiritual energy,” the medic said after a quick examination.

“Give me the result.” Fei Xue only knew basic medical skills. The medic’s words were all familiar to him. Yao Jing had been attacked by the bald guy, and the damage was from spiritual energy. He needed a treatment method, not an explanation.

“Only the symptoms can be alleviated. Unless we use a True Spirit Charm, otherwise…” The medic didn’t continue, but the meaning was clear.

“True Spirit Charm? What about a Revitalizing Charm?” Fei Xue was anxious. The True Spirit Charm was something the Flying Tiger Team didn’t have, and even if they did, it wouldn’t be given to Yao Jing. It was a life-saving item, and the entire Pingchuan City might not have more than three.

“Captain…” The medic looked up at Fei Xue.

“I understand. I’ll try. How long can you guarantee?” Fei Xue knew he was too anxious. The damage from spiritual energy couldn’t be detected by equipment; it relied on the medic’s experience.

Even if Yao Jing were taken to the best hospital in Pingchuan, the result would be the same. There were no internal or external injuries, no bacteria or harmful cells, but her bodily functions would decline rapidly until death.

This method was only used when the combat power difference was huge, and one side was completely unable to fight back. Inexperienced doctors had a high chance of misdiagnosis, usually giving a diagnosis of unknown cause and suggesting a transfer to another hospital.

“Up to ten days.” The medic thought for a moment and gave the maximum time. As the top surgeon in Pingchuan City, he wasn’t sure if he could guarantee that long.

“Alright, I’ll find a way.” Fei Xue gritted his teeth. He didn’t know how many True Spirit Charms were in Pingchuan City, but he knew who had one. Even if the chance was small, he had to try.

Yao Jing was taken away by the medical team. Du Qian knew the Flying Tiger Team had the best doctors in Pingchuan City, and their conclusion was likely correct.

“Captain…”

“Don’t say anything. I’ll find a way. You go back and rest.” Fei Xue turned and left. The plan had completely failed. The pirates not only saw through the trap but also used it to their advantage, stealing the second volume. The City Lord was probably going crazy.

Du Qian dragged his heavy legs into his office. The bodies had been removed, but the room still had a faint smell of blood. Du Qian didn’t feel it, sitting on the floor, staring blankly at the window.

His ten fingers were tightly clasped together. Had he just graduated from the orphan school a little over a month ago, and now he had to watch a classmate leave?

Du Qian wasn’t stupid. From the medic’s troubled expression, he knew Yao Jing’s injuries were severe. Hearing that a True Spirit Charm was needed, Fei Xue’s face was as grim as it could be. He gritted his teeth and said he would find a way, but Du Qian guessed he wouldn’t succeed.

If even Fei Xue couldn’t get it, how could Du Qian?

Maybe… he could ask his aunt?

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