Chapter 98

Isn't it good to be alive?

Chapter 98 Isn't it good to be alive?

That night, in a corner of Chang'an District, on the wide, suspended bridge connecting the mansion across the street, which was brightly lit with golden lights, three uninvited guests from the Black Crow Gang gradually approached. They all looked fierce and menacing.

Not all suspended passages in Chang'an District are in the classical corridor style. There are also some, such as the roofless long bridge in front of us, similar to a bridge-shaped corridor, even arched bridges, cable bridges, and zigzag bridges, etc. There are quite a lot of different types.

And some long bridges have been built with octagonal pavilions with dark-colored tiled eaves or covered with red tiles.

One after another, floating vehicles swept under or above the arched bridge, or parked nearby, creating a striking juxtaposition of the ancient and the modern, giving one a sense of being in another world.

The atmosphere is quite unique.

Unfortunately, this beautiful moment was interrupted by three menacing members of the Black Crow Gang.

He never expected to run into him here. It was truly a case of enemies meeting on a narrow road. He knew from the beginning that the trouble Li Chonghu had caused would not be so simple.

Ultimately, that bag of sand slug eggs is worth millions; it's no small sum.

But it should just be a coincidence. After all, five days have passed. They just happened to run into him and wanted to vent their anger on him.

Qiao Yuan looked at them indifferently. All three were at the second stage of sublimation, which was quite ordinary. Only the super fat pig with the physique of a sumo wrestler caught his eye.

He didn't feel anything special while at Galaxy University, but the more he went out and interacted with others, the more he realized that the geniuses at Galaxy University were still highly accomplished.

If it were a second-tier fighter like Charlie, and three of them came at once, there would be no chance of winning.

These guys are only slightly better than Paul's cousin from Yaoguang University.

However, her combat strength is not bad. The bald woman's arms are mechanical prosthetics covered with a large number of fine holes. Dense hedgehog-like spikes extend from those holes, spreading all the way to her shoulders. They can float with her thoughts, but upon closer inspection, they gleam with a metallic luster under the neon lights of the night.

It must be a mechanical advancement; even the woman's face and eyes are prosthetic bodies.

The sumo wrestler, who looked like a lump of fat, was over two meters tall, shirtless, carrying a black samurai sword on his back, wearing only black samurai pants, swaggering around in wooden clogs, and his physique was over level 20.

Besides these two, there was also a black-haired man with a long face, wearing a matte dark green soft armor, and with a physique as thin as a bamboo pole.

He raised his left hand, giving Qiao Yuan a half-smile, and pinched it: "Kid, are you going to hand it over yourself, or should I search you myself?"

"Stop talking nonsense! Five days have passed; he must have been sold out by this brat!" the bald woman hissed, quickly charging towards Qiao Yuan. "I'd like to see what you're capable of that makes Li Chonghu give up everything!"

With a whoosh, the iron spikes on her arm stood up, and she unleashed a powerful punch. There was no particular technique involved, only incredible speed.

The other two watched quietly from behind, seemingly believing that there was no need to intervene.

Qiao Yuan used up one future timeline without hesitation. Having just advanced to awakening, he immediately refreshed it and gained five more timelines. This was the first time he had ever been so extravagant.

Afterward, he glanced at the horse-faced man with a hint of appreciation, took a step forward, and easily dodged the powerful second-tier punch. He clicked his tongue and said, "Are your reaction times really that long? It's probably a sign of dementia. You should probably go to the hospital to get it checked out."

Before he finished speaking, as if it were his own arm, he used his left index and ring fingers side by side to launch a surprise attack with the third level of the Crane Technique, seizing the bald woman's second punching opening and viciously stabbing into her right ear.

This is the little flesh and blood left on the other person's face.

With a soft "plop," streaks of blood and a burst of sparks splattered out.

The bald woman screamed in agony. The violent energy that had been injected into her body was like a bursting balloon, instantly gushing out and causing her to stagger. She instinctively grimaced and covered her right ear.

It wasn't just blood that spurted out; the wires of her prosthetic eye were also damaged, causing a lot of pixelation to appear in her right eye.

The bald woman was terrified!

Such precise dodging and striking, especially the deliberate attack on her ear—

But what she didn't know was that Qiao Yuan had already used the Memory Beacon at that moment!

In reality, he decisively takes action thanks to his absolute advantage of foresight, while another version of himself is meticulously studying every aspect of the three people in front of him in the corridor of memories.

Like a forensic pathologist dissecting a corpse, an engineer researching a power engine, or a biologist identifying cell division under a microscope, they have enough time and an undisturbed environment to gradually uncover more strengths, weaknesses, and vulnerabilities.

For example, his clone is currently looking at the junction of the bald woman's prosthetic face and her flesh.

He had already looked at the future very carefully when he first foresaw it, but he didn't linger, because it wasn't just the bald woman, but also two other guys, as well as many details and changes in the fight.

Basically, I go through them carefully, because once I've seen them, I remember them, and they appear in my memory corridor, like copying and pasting.

Now that the memories of the two selves are synchronized and their experiences are shared, they are always beneficial, truly demonstrating the power of the Pioneer Sequence.

However, the biggest bug is that the Pioneer Sequence itself is very hidden and does not have any obvious ability, at least not yet. This makes it difficult for the opponent to determine what his sequence is when fighting with an enemy.

This information gap may seem small, but when combined with the advantage of foresight, it can be amplified infinitely, putting the enemy at a disadvantage in every situation while they hesitate!

This was his first real time facing an enemy alone, one against three, but he seemed to be handling it with ease, it was just a warm-up.

The two layers of Yin Spirit accumulated last night were useless, the Demon Substitute was useless, and Ariel's Wings and Graham's Summoning were completely unnecessary.

Qiao Yuan's thoughts, though numerous, flashed through his mind in an instant. At the same time, the sumo wrestler carrying the samurai sword suddenly flew into a rage.

A burly Japanese pirate, over two meters tall, stomped heavily on his wooden clogs and charged towards him like a giant bear along the long bridge, thumping and thumping.

However, he was faster, using the Crane Scattered Hand technique to strike quickly, his fingertips like knives, stabbing fiercely into the junction of the bald woman's prosthetic face and flesh.

The woman screamed in pain, "Ah! My face! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to torture you to death!"

She was angry, terrified, and quite surprised, because Qiao Yuan was facing away from the sumo wrestler who was charging towards them.

Almost certainly dead!

"Hahahaha, you idiot, you moron!" The bald woman, holding her cracked prosthetic face, yelled at the sumo wrestler, "Smash his head off!"

With a half-smile, Qiao Yuan turned around and directly manifested his demonic clone, wielding a black greatsword with eerie green flames in his left hand and slashing down fiercely first.

It wasn't the sumo wrestler's head, arm, or leg that was severed, but rather the hilt of the black katana he was about to draw from his back!

In an instant, both the bald woman and the gaunt, horse-faced man in the distance were startled.

The sumo wrestler was utterly shocked.

The more he tried to draw his sword, the more he found that Qiao Yuan always beat him to it, and he couldn't draw it no matter what he did.

Qiao Yuan smiled and raised his head, tapping the sumo wrestler's belly with the right hand of his demon substitute: "Want to draw your sword? You think you're worthy?"

This unexpected turn of events threw the sumo wrestler into a panic. In a fit of rage, he suddenly swung his fists, which were like punching bags, at Qiao Yuan, yelling, "You bastard!"

The bald woman felt increasingly uneasy, but her prosthetic face had been pried open, and all she could see through her prosthetic eye were wavy mosaics and flashing light spots. Qiao Yuan had just severed the key wires—making her curse and swear in anger.

She was now like a disabled person who was about to go blind. Even if she tried to get up, her body would sway and stagger due to her blurred vision. She had completely lost her fighting ability and was no longer a threat for the time being.

At the same time, as the situation changed, forcing these guys to come up with new methods, Qiao Yuan simply took another look at the future, and his smile became even brighter.

He dodged the sumo wrestler's punches, his longsword flashing like a rainbow, quickly leaving his opponent covered in blood, and finally plunging his sword into the wrestler's navel.

While attacking, he meticulously analyzed more weaknesses through the memory corridor, and the entire battle had reached the point where every move was fatal!

The level 20 bulletproof body is indeed very tough; the longsword only penetrated about ten centimeters and did not go through.

However, this sword of his was no ordinary sword. With a sudden grip, a terrifying sea of green fire instantly poured into the opponent's body.

The sumo wrestler, who had just seized the opportunity to draw his katana, suddenly began to convulse like a pig being slaughtered.

It felt like falling into an ice cave!

Qiao Yuan shook his head leisurely, then plunged the knife in twice more, so hard that the sumo wrestler almost dropped his grip on it.

"I gave you a chance, but you didn't use it."

The horse-faced man in the distance watched with trepidation: "This is only Tier 1? Damn!"

His eyes darkened as he cursed, and he decisively raised his hand, slashing it sharply at the sumo wrestler, yelling, "If you don't want to die, stand up straight, you bastard!"

A sudden gust of wind swept across the long bridge, giving the sumo wrestler a life-saving moment as he tried to break free from Qiao Yuan's green fire greatsword.

Not only that, the gaunt, horse-faced man was swept up by the raging wind and rushed over.

Qiao Yuan yawned lazily: "Hey, plotting loudly, huh? You Black Crow Gang really are useless."

As he spoke, the Azure Sea Force, which he had already cultivated to the seventieth level, suddenly erupted. At the same time, he silently recited the incantation three times and quickly entered the Yin Spirit state.

His skin gradually turned pale, taking on the texture of a corpse. With the demonic stand-in enhancing his aura, he seemed to be the embodiment of death, exuding a powerful and intimidating presence.

Facing the horse-faced man's punch head-on, Qiao Yuan could have easily dodged it, but he didn't. He wanted to see what the power of this Yin God state was really like.

Boom!

The horse-faced man's fist was like the eye of a storm, possessing immense thrust, lightning speed, and an even greater level of power derived from that speed.

He let out a muffled groan; the binding ability of the second-order storm sequence did not bring any advantage.

What surprised him most was that the boy in front of him took a punch from him and then acted as if nothing had happened, without even raising an eyelid.

The pressure emanating from that pale skin made his heart race; he felt like a necromancer demon.

"I don't believe it!"

He clenched his fist, and instantly the surrounding storm began to shrink violently, trapping Qiao Yuan in layers.

This is a unique ability of the second-tier Storm Sequence, Wind Cage, which can trap enemies and continuously strangle them. It can also be cast from a distance, similar to a wizard, maintaining a safe distance while possessing immense power.

Qiao Yuan was faster, quickly drawing his Green Flame Greatsword and launching a surprise attack on the horse-faced man with a series of crane-like strikes.

A 20% reduction in pain and a 20% increase in resilience allowed him to advance with unstoppable momentum.

The horse-faced man was forcefully knocked away.

With a backhand slash, he threw the sword fiercely, piercing the man's abdomen and pinning him to the marble railing on the left side of the long bridge with a thud.

One against three, a complete and utter domination!

At this moment, the bald woman and the sumo wrestler's expressions changed drastically again, and they had completely lost their fighting spirit.

The horse-faced man was terrified: "No—don't kill me! I was wrong!"

"Don't worry, I'm a law-abiding citizen."

Seeing Qiao Yuan walking over with a grin, the man on the street panicked completely. He hurriedly and tremblingly pulled out an amber pendant while coughing up blood: "No, please, this contains a lot of spiritual energy, it's a jade silkworm from another universe—"

Before he finished speaking, an old man wearing a straw hat landed on the bridge ahead.

"Insolence!" the old man in the bamboo hat shouted, his aura of a third-order martial arts master spreading out.

The horse-faced man immediately cried out as if he'd found a lifeline: "Boss, help me, boss!"

Qiao Yuan shrugged slightly. Good heavens, so this is their leader. No wonder they're such a mess; they're all just lowlifes.