novelraw Chapter 389: Jin Dafu
Chapter 389: Jin Dafu
The night was deep and dark.
Under the dazzling neon lights of the Capital, there were always some shadowy corners that the light never reached.
That nouveau riche was named Jin Dafu.
Frustrated and seething with anger after failing to secure the presidential suite he desired, he had spent most of the night splurging at a nearby high-end nightclub, getting thoroughly drunk, before finally staggering out with a woman on each arm.
They swayed unsteadily towards a luxurious spiritual energy car parked by the roadside.
Just as Jin Dafu reached out to pull the car door open.
A figure appeared behind him without any warning.
The person wore an ordinary black jacket, his face obscured in the shadows.
Before Jin Dafu could make a sound, he only felt an icy, bone-piercing sensation on the back of his neck.
His body stiffened violently, his pupils instantly dilated, his gaze rapidly dimmed, and his life force vanished in an instant.His obese body slumped forward limply, caught imperceptibly by the black shadow and smoothly stuffed into the already opened car door.
The entire process was as fast as lightning, utterly silent.
Even the two heavily made-up women right beside him were completely unaware.
"Boss Jin, already passed out so quickly?"
One of the women giggled coquettishly, reaching out to support him.
Another figure appeared behind them.
The same method.
The two women's laughter cut off abruptly, their eyes instantly vacant as their bodies went limp, swiftly caught and stuffed together into the spacious car interior.
The door closed.
The luxury car started up, smoothly pulling away from the nightclub and merging into the Capital's traffic flow.
It headed straight for a remote abandoned factory's chemical pool outside the city.
These pools were typically used for treating industrial waste, possessing extremely strong corrosive properties.
The car slipped silently deep into the factory, stopping by the chemical pool.
The doors opened.
They reached the edge of the chemical pool.
The three were thrown into the pool water.
The vehicle was then taken over by another group of people, disappearing into the vast stream of traffic.
From start to finish, it was clean and efficient.
It didn't alert anyone, leaving behind no traceable clues.
Three lives that had just been splurging and indulging in pleasure moments ago were thus completely erased from the world under the cover of the Capital's clamorous night.
...
What Su Zhan didn't know, and had no need to know, was this.
The ones who acted were naturally people sent by Mo Yuan.
These shadow-like existences had followed Su Zhan all the way into the Capital. Their task wasn't just to deliver necessary information, but also to secretly clean up any potential trouble that might disturb Su Zhan.
For ordinary people, these elites from Black City possessed far too many unimaginable methods. Making a few insignificant people completely disappear was an exceedingly simple matter.
Su Zhan was naturally well aware of these people's existence; they were provided to him by Mo Yuan.
He tacitly permitted the presence of these shadows, as long as they didn't interfere with his plans and were sufficiently clean and efficient.
That nouveau riche probably never understood, even in death, that what he tried to force open with money wasn't merely the door to a presidential suite, but an abyss leading straight to hell.
His insignificant arrogance, in the face of true power, couldn't even create a single ripple before being utterly erased.
The Capital remained brilliantly lit, bustling and noisy.
No one knew of the quiet disappearance of a few out-of-towners.
All eyes were still focused on that magnificent Celestial Arena.
Awaiting tomorrow's even more intense duels.
The Celestial Arena was a roaring sea of voices.
Even the seats with the worst views had long been hyped to astronomical prices of over three million Daxia currency per day.
Those able to sit here were either wealthy, noble, or representatives of major factions.
Su Zhan sat in a rather inconspicuous but decently positioned seat, his gaze directed at the massive arena below.
One of today's focal matches was, unmistakably:
[Vermilion Bird Academy: Xu Hao VS Black Tortoise Academy: Xue Wuhen]
"Realm suppression, Life Soul suppression, how is he supposed to play this?"
"The last person from Vermilion Bird Academy. If he loses too, the individual competition will be a complete wipeout ahead of schedule."
"There's not much suspense in this match either."
...
On the arena platform.
The two stood facing each other.
The referee swung his arm down: "Match begin!"
"Hum!"
Xu Hao's figure instantly vanished from his spot, appearing behind Xue Wuhen's side, two daggers stabbing straight for his flank.
Xue Wuhen's reaction was faster.
The moment Xu Hao disappeared, the extreme cold power within his body erupted.
A low, deep roar burst forth.
Xue Wuhen's body underwent a noticeable transformation.
His pupils contracted, turning into ice-blue vertical slits.
His ears grew pointed and elongated, twitching slightly, capturing the most subtle air currents.
The joints of his fingers became thicker, his nails extended, and even fur with snow leopard-like spots appeared on the back of his hands.
Relying on beast-like intuition and speed, his left arm swept backward.
"Clang!"
Xu Hao only felt a tremendous force mixed with a bone-piercing chill transmit through, numbing his wrist and instantly dismantling his offensive.
Centered on Xue Wuhen, a piercing cold wave spread out.
The temperature of the arena floor plummeted, forming a smooth layer of ice. Moisture in the air crystallized into dancing ice particles.
Xu Hao immediately felt his teleportation was being interfered with; his landing points were no longer precise.
Having entered a semi-beastified state, Xue Wuhen's speed and power surged explosively.
He moved on all fours, racing across the ice like a snow leopard, so fast he left only an ice-blue afterimage. His sharp claws swept through the air, trailing streams of ice blades.
Xu Hao weaved with difficulty through the dense barrage of ice claw attacks, his figure flickering in and out of sight, his daggers constantly parrying.
His movements remained fluid, but were clearly much more strenuous.
He launched an assault.
But Xue Wuhen, after semi-beastification, possessed acute perception. Often, the moment Xu Hao appeared, sharp claws or a whip-like leg would already be arriving, forcing him to teleport again to dodge, repeatedly finding himself in perilous situations.
"Useless. Your attacks are too weak."
Seizing a brief moment of rigidity after one of Xu Hao's teleports, Xue Wuhen pounced fiercely, his sharp claws aiming straight for Xu Hao's throat.
Xu Hao's pupils contracted sharply. He forcibly twisted his body, crossing his daggers to block.
"Boom!"
The claws slammed hard onto the daggers.
Xu Hao was sent flying backward. While still in mid-air, he spat out a mouthful of blood. His left arm was nearly frozen numb by the dispersing cold energy.
He landed heavily, skidding over a dozen meters before ending up half-kneeling on the ground, breathing heavily. He pressed his right-hand dagger hard against the floor to keep from collapsing.
Xue Wuhen approached with icy steps.
He leaned forward slightly, immense ice-attribute spiritual energy gathering frantically behind him, forming a gigantic snow leopard phantom that mirrored his semi-beastified form.
The massive frost snow leopard phantom, moving with Xue Wuhen, let out a soul-shaking roar.
Carrying a torrent of ice and frost, it crashed down towards Xu Hao.
The attack range covered over half the arena, leaving no room to dodge!
Xu Hao's eyes flashed with unwillingness.
"Thousand Splits!"
His figure once again transformed into dozens, even hundreds, of afterimages, charging fearlessly towards the icy torrent from different directions.
"Boom boom boom—!!"
The afterimages collided with the icy torrent, unleashing a continuous series of explosions.
Each afterimage was shattered the instant it made contact with the torrent.
Finally, all the afterimages were completely annihilated.
Xu Hao's true body was utterly swallowed by the terrifying icy torrent.
When the torrent dissipated.
Xu Hao had already turned into an ice sculpture, frozen solid at the edge of the arena.