Saving System: Calm Down, My Fleeing Host!

Chapter 355 - 347: Both Crushed

Cheng Xiaoxiao was pressing the attack, having the upper hand, continuing to strive, thinking that soon she could end her opponent’s tool man’s career.

After exchanging several moves, Cheng Xiaoxiao found a flaw and prepared to deliver a fatal blow.

Suddenly, a surge of overwhelming pressure swept through the entire hall.

Poof!

Her Qi and blood churned, Cheng Xiaoxiao, caught off-guard, kneeled on one knee, using the shovel to forcefully hold the ground.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The ground fissured in fine lines, centered around the shovel.

After spitting a mouthful of fresh blood, her internal organs continued to throb painfully.

The person fighting with her across wasn’t any better, also had blood at the corner of their mouth, knocked down and unable to get up.

Cheng Xiaoxiao wiped the bloodstain from the corner of her mouth, gleefully revealed eight bloody white teeth.

Seductive yet enchanting.

"Sure enough, a tool man. Your master attacks indiscriminately, tsk-tsk, truly miserable."

"You..."

"What about me? Come fight! Stop your nonsense... "

She said and approached aggressively!

In the center of the hall, Yanlan fiercely suppressed his stirring Qi and blood, using the sword scabbard to support himself to avoid kneeling.

The frontal shock was a hundred times stronger than what Cheng Xiaoxiao suffered.

His pride, however, wouldn’t allow him to bow before the enemy.

With unyielding and resolute eyes, he fiercely gazed forward, even though his bloodshot eyes were bulging with veins, he didn’t compromise.

"Impressive persistence." Ouyang Ancestor nodded with satisfaction, feeling quite pleasant.

"How about it, boy? I’ll give you one last chance. Submit to me, and you’ll live a few more days."

"Enough chatter, fight if you must."

He kicked the sword scabbard, withdrew the long sword and rose to his feet.

As he spoke, the sword’s radiance scattered.

He directly charged towards the opponent.

"Overestimating oneself."

Ouyang Ancestor, unhurried, turned over his wide sleeves, generating a strong airflow, surging forward like a tornado.

Yanlan leaped and spun, avoiding the whirlwind’s center.

Attacked from the side.

After dealing with the badly injured attendant, Cheng Xiaoxiao saw the intersecting flashes of figures everywhere.

Murderous aura prevailed, Qi echoed back and forth.

Meanwhile, President Ouyang sat securely in the center, didn’t even move his butt, the flashing figure must be Yanlan, regardless of which 360-degree orientation he attacked from, his opponent remained unyielding.

Effortlessly in control.

How to fight this?

Definitely a complete domination.

Then looking at those children, lying in a square frame, not knowing if they were knocked unconscious by the Old Monster, making not a sound.

She wanted to check on them but feared being blasted away with a single blow. Given her meager power compared to forty percent of someone else’s power, she probably couldn’t hold up.

"Host, Yanlan, though young, is a Void Power master, definitely a top-tier expert outside, yet against the Old Monster, he stands no chance. The opponent is at least an Innate Grandmaster."

Cheng Xiaoxiao raised her eyebrows slightly, an Innate Grandmaster, it’s said there aren’t more than a handful in Tianqi.

Is the Old Monster truly that powerful?

Now that the Evil Skill is yet fully cultivated, he’s already an Innate Grandmaster, if he completes the Evil Skill, won’t he be an Acquired Grandmaster?

That would be a legendary realm, no wonder the task was issued, if a family specializing in Poisonous Insects emerged, they’d control anyone they disliked directly using the insect.

Faced with a powerful family, direct armed resolution.

Become the most powerful in this world, supreme, ruling all.

With constant natural disasters, this world is hard to enjoy without ruin.

Unable to play, unable to win the fight, truly a depressing reality.

"Host, think of a strategy, it’s been barely over a hundred moves, Yanlan has already coughed up blood three times."

Cheng Xiaoxiao was equally anxious, yet had to calm herself to analyze the situation.

Clearly, the Old Monster Ouyang was taunting him.

Chances are, if he hadn’t taken a liking to him, he would’ve been dead by now.

Amid contemplation, with a bang.

Yanlan was once again blasted away.

Crashed hard into an ancient frame, which shattered into pieces with a thud.

Cheng Xiaoxiao rushed forward.

"Golden Leg... ah no, Young Master Zhou, are you okay?"

"I’m, I’m fine."

His handsome face now paled, the crimson at the corner of his mouth was glaringly striking.

Seeing the sword beside him broken into several pieces, Cheng Xiaoxiao looked troubled, thinking about how much the young man from the East cared about his sword, she felt inexplicably guilty.

Hesitated for a minute, but without a doubt, produced the Soldier’s Shovel.

"This is handy, use it for now. I’ll buy you some time to recover."

Saying so, she resolutely turned to face Ouyang Ancestor.

"No..."

Yanlan barely uttered a word before he spat a large mouthful of blood.

His hand extended couldn’t grab her sleeve, could only clutch his chest, desperately suppressing the churning Qi and blood.

Took a deep breath to bolster his courage, revealing a determined aura.

Success or not, first, don’t lose in aura, it’s essential for negotiation.

"Old Monster, there aren’t ninety-nine children here. Do you know why the children outside haven’t been sent in?"

Ouyang Ancestor squinted his old eyes. After so many years, no one dared to be insolent before him, even a bit, where did this brazen girl come from, truly fearless out of ignorance.

"With courage to stand and speak before me, I grant you to live three more breaths, leave your name."

"Hahaha!" Cheng Xiaoxiao laughed in frustration.

"Old Monster, are you some clown from Monkey? Since I dare stand here negotiating, I naturally have my confidence that the children outside won’t be coming in today. Perhaps when you step out, your clan has been slaughtered."

Cheng Xiaoxiao feared he’d truly grant her only three breaths to speak and hurriedly spewed her intimidating words.

Her back was already drenched.

Pretending to be calm on the surface, wondering what he would say, how to buy time.

Unfortunately, things didn’t go as she hoped.

"Provocation doesn’t work on me."

With a cold chuckle, "Three breaths are up."

Before the words even subsided, the opponent made a move, seemingly a simple palm strike, yet it came with the momentum of thunder.

Damn!

This Old Monster moves with no breathing room.

Show no martial ethics.

"Host, be careful."

Though the opponent struck decisively, she also wasn’t unprepared. Before leaving, she specifically sought Cheng Sicheng and brought along his latest two Earth Bombs.

The Old Monster’s assault came from the front, and in the instant the Old Monster struck, she tossed the bomb into the air.

Then gathered all her Inner Strength, tightly held the Soldier’s Shovel, this hit could not be avoided, only endured.

At the instant the assault was about to land, a shadow quickly flashed in front of her.

The powerful airflow sent both of them flying backward, rolling on the ground, sliding a great distance before stopping.

Cheng Xiaoxiao felt pain everywhere, felt like her bones were disassembling, uncontrollable.

As thoughts gathered, she realized the figure blocking in front of her must be Yanlan.

Turning her head, she saw Yanlan, three meters away from her, coughed out blood, and collapsed.