novelraw Chapter 16 : Chapter 16
Chapter 16 : Chapter 16
Chapter 16: Aren’t You Looking for Me?
Xie Jin shouted into the mist: “Li Weiyi, we have your senior brother Zhao Meng, and he’s in bad shape—knees shattered.”
“You two are so close, right? Hand over the Buddha’s relic, and we’ll get a doctor for him right away.”
“For a relic, you’re so selfish. And cowardly, afraid to die, haha, a shrinking turtle…”
…
Zhao Meng’s legs and right arm, broken by rebar, had swollen from poor circulation.
Xie Tianshu ordered his clothes and pants stripped, revealing his misaligned arm bones and forward-bent shins.
It was chilling, painful just to look at.
Seeing him like this, hearing his muffled groans, Xie Tianshu lost the urge to torture him. In such agony, further cruelty seemed redundant.
“Getting old, can’t deny it!”
Kong Fan emerged from the medical shack, adjusting his clothes. Despite saying “old,” his smug smile betrayed youthful glee.
He’d been inside just ten minutes.
Seeing Kong Fan’s fleshy bulk, Gao Huan’s eyes burned with rage, roaring, “You’re all scum! I’ll kill you!”
He couldn’t charge— a kitchen team member kicked him to the ground.
“Kid, good taste—she’s really fair and smooth.”
Kong Fan’s mocking, triumphant grin seemed intent on infuriating Gao Huan.
Approaching Zhao Meng, stripped and sprawled on the ground, he said, “Still no answers? Xiao Lin, get a can of chili oil from the kitchen, heat it till it’s scalding, and bring it here to spice up the first mate.”
Soon, the team member called Xiao Lin ran over with a steaming bowl of chili oil.
Kong Fan instructed, “Pour it on his wounds. If he doesn’t talk, fill his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.”
The oil’s temperature must’ve been two or three hundred degrees.
Just hearing Kong Fan’s words made the team members tremble, unable to imagine such cruelty.
Only Zhao Meng seemed calm, hating that he lacked the strength even to end his life quickly. Too pathetic, a disgrace to the sect.
“Swoosh!”
A sharp whistle cut the air.
A long yellow streak shot from the mist, striking Xiao Lin’s right shoulder blade.
It was a sword—the Yellow Dragon Sword.
The blade pierced through, leaving only the hilt exposed. The impact flung Xiao Lin, crashing two meters away.
As Xiao Lin screamed, the scalding chili oil slipped from his hands, splashing Kong Fan’s feet.
“Ah…”
Kong Fan’s cries were piercing, hopping as blisters rose on his feet.
“Clang!”
The sound of metal scraping and running footsteps echoed, rushing from the mist to the crowd.
I dragged a spear, its tip sparking a trail of fire along the ground.
My speed was nearly as fast as the Ghost Bear Emperor’s.
As Xie Tianshu drew his gun, the ten-foot black spear loomed over him like a mountain. The wind from its swing stung eardrums.
“Pfft!”
Xie Tianshu barely dodged his head.
But his right shoulder was sliced like tofu, his arm flying off.
“Boom!”
The spear, after severing his arm, struck the ground, cratering it.
The handgun fell with Xie Tianshu’s arm.
He collapsed, clutching the gushing stump, writhing in pain, vision darkening, near fainting.
“Brother Shu!”
“It’s Li Weiyi—he’s alone. Everyone, kill him!”
…
Only then did the crowd react to the sudden chaos.
Some noticed the spear I held was one of the skeletons’ heavy weapons, unbelievable, but now wasn’t the time to hesitate.
Led by Xie Jin, five charged me from different angles, wielding stun guns, shields, rebar, and kitchen knives.
Glancing at my senior brother’s state, rage boiled within me, my eyes blazing with killing intent.
Just seven days!
How could they sink so low?
Seven days ago, in the Arctic Ocean, we were laughing, spirited, harmonious.
“Little Li, careful—they’ve got numbers!” Old Liu, the bound technical team leader, finally dared speak, seeing someone confront the villains.
Like Old Liu, others felt a glimmer of hope in the despairing darkness.
But they worried deeply.
I was alone, too outnumbered.
Facing five attackers, I wasn’t fazed. The scorching airflow surged from my right foot’s sole, and I leaped forward twice.
Each step a meter, I swept the spear.
“Thud!”
The kitchen member with a knife didn’t expect my ape-like leaps, almost flying. Unable to dodge, he was flung like a straw dummy, several meters away.
The ten-foot spear weighed hundreds of pounds.
A hit could shatter every bone.
The kitchen member crashed outside the shack, blood streaming from mouth and nose, likely dead.
A security member with a shield moved for the handgun.
I caught it in my peripheral vision—how could I let him?
“Pfft!”
I hurled the spear, flying nearly ten meters, piercing shield and man, blood splattering.
Fierce, cutting men like grass.
Xie Jin and the others froze, terrified, caught between advance and retreat.
“Aren’t you looking for me? Come on!”
Roaring, I lunged at Kong Fan.
Seeing my inhuman strength and speed, Kong Fan didn’t dare clash. He went for Zhao Meng, aiming to use him as a hostage.
Without the spear, my speed surged, like a gust of wind.
Before Kong Fan’s hand reached Zhao Meng, the wind hit.
“So fast?”
Kong Fan, soul-shaken, abandoned Zhao Meng, throwing a full-force punch. His silver-threaded gloves gave him extraordinary strength.
I didn’t dodge, meeting his fist head-on.
“Thud!” Kong Fan felt like he’d punched an iron wall, fingers near breaking, arm bones rattling.
The punch shattered his extraordinary dreams, reminding him he was mortal.
Terrified, he turned to flee.
I chased, pulling the Yellow Dragon Sword from Xiao Lin’s shoulder. In seven steps, I caught Kong Fan, slashing his back.
“Pfft!”
A half-meter-long, half-palm-deep gash stretched from his left shoulder, severing his spine.
He let out a short howl, collapsing forward.
At that moment, Sima Tan and two disheveled security members rushed from the shack, seeing Kong Fan bleeding and me, a blood-soaked killing god. They stumbled, falling.
Ignoring them, I turned back.
“Rip!”
The Yellow Dragon Sword slashed, cutting the ropes on Gao Huan’s wrists. Leaping three meters high, covering five or six meters, I swung at someone reaching for the handgun.
He held a thumb-thick rebar, a security member.
Grabbing the gun, a grin spread across his face.
The sword descended, cleaving his neck. His head rolled like a gourd, blood spraying like a fountain.
My clothes were soaked red. I kicked the handgun to Gao Huan.
Gao Huan grabbed it, rushing at the dying Kong Fan, firing three shots—“Bang! Bang! Bang!”—each with a hoarse roar, crazed.
Then he charged at Sima Tan and the two disheveled security members.
They fled faster than ever.
Gao Huan chased Sima Tan, firing. The fourth shot hit.
Sima Tan, shot in the thigh, fell, begging: “Gao Huan, we’re classmates—you can’t kill me… it’s against the law…”
“Bang! Bang…”
Gao Huan, teeth gritted, eyes fierce, ignored him, firing relentlessly.
He shot until the clip was empty, pulling the trigger several more times.
Out of bullets, Sima Tan lay dead, head riddled.
Gao Huan trembled, breathing shakily.
Clenching his teeth, he smashed the gun into Sima Tan’s face, pulping it, before collapsing, drained.
The two disheveled security members fled into the mist, not daring to look back.
The deck grew quiet again.
Qi Shanshan approached slowly along the hull, her beautiful eyes full of awe. She couldn’t believe I’d taken on all opponents alone.
Gazing at my upright figure, sword in hand, and calm, refined face, ripples stirred in her heart, admiring Cai Yutong’s taste.
Xie Tianshu, arm severed, lay in a pool of blood, face paling. Xiao Lin, less injured, didn’t dare rise, fearing my gaze.
That gaze was like death’s stare.
Xiao Lin pleaded, “I did nothing—it was Kong Fan’s orders, he forced us. Li… Brother Li… I won’t do it again, I’ll follow you.”
Ignoring him, I locked eyes on Xie Jin and another security member with a stun gun, channeling the scorching airflow to my ears’ silver veins, sharpening my hearing.
Old Liu had warned me to watch out for Chen Hong.
The rifle was with him—he’d ambushed my senior brother, causing his severe injuries.