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Chapter 112 The Triple Star of Calamity

Shax looked away from his scope and scratched his head with some effort. Normally, a sniper wouldn't let his eyes leave the target, but when the target blended into something else entirely, that was a different story.

Moreover, he genuinely felt that the current situation was terrible, and that looking at it too much might make him stupid.

He gulped down a glass of iced milk, then returned to his sniper scope, his gaze sweeping back and forth over the three people being chased. Wu He's face was flushed and purplish, the blonde girl was shouting and yelling as if she were on a picnic, and the young, mentally challenged individual who had wandered in kept touching his head, as if afraid he was going bald.

...Where did all these idiots come from?

It's one thing that the Shadow Reversal wasn't strong enough, and it's understandable that the inexperienced Heartbreaker was frightened, but Wu He, who concealed his stupidity and made himself look like a complete idiot, is arguably the most idiotic of all. It seems that these people are quite lacking in combat experience with the Path of the Supreme, and their emotions are out of control, their actions are absurd, and they are completely led by Turbid Tears. If the ancestors of the Heartbreaker saw this, they would probably be furious.

But this wasn't right. Shax sensed something amiss. He vaguely remembered the surname "Lighttime"; that little girl was likely from a prestigious family. The Remnants of the Heart had always been enemies of the Spiral Tower; it would be absurd to say that members of prestigious families lacked experience against Calamity-type creatures.

Other forms of psychological attack?
He thought of that strangely shaped eyeball, something clearly on the battlefield yet difficult to notice. Shaks loaded a new bullet and relayed to Wu He: "Watch out for the silver eye..."

"Don't speak, Shakes!" Wu He's voice was panicked. "If you get involved, you'll go bald too!"

Okay, it's completely ruined.

Shax had no hope for his employer and was prepared to solve the problem himself. He was about to pull the trigger when he suddenly stopped. A completely new creature appeared in his field of vision, startling even the seasoned sniper.

"...What is all this?"

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Halfway out of the city, a passionate, icy battlefield unfolded. The three, still bickering, were running desperately. Wu He was desperate to escape the mess, Qing Ye was still clueless about the situation, and Ji Huaisu dared not use Dust Break in the city, wanting to stop the giant ball but lacking the crucial power. The Turbid Tear, already proud of its strong defense, was now even more formidable with the giant egg attached to it. Not to mention Ji Huaisu's light-shard attacks, even Qing Ye's shadow shuriken couldn't harm it for the time being.

Naturally, everyone would think of using close combat to decide the outcome in one round, but the problem is... who dares to stop and fight this thing? If you accidentally make a mistake, you'll be the next one to be caught in the baldness vortex!

【Bald, bald, bald, bald, bald, bald, bald, bald, bald, bald, bald, bald...】

Twisted words are appearing on the hockey puck, like the accumulated resentment of middle-aged men. The ice man trapped inside, unable to move, also wails in despair, a lament as tragic and hopeless as can be: "One day...you...will be like me!"

"The atmosphere is bad enough, just shut up!" Qingye cried out in anguish.

He'll go bald, and neither will you!

Ji Huaisu gave him the middle finger: "Why does this bastard seem to be having so much fun?!"

"I told you to kill that egg first!" Wu He roared.

"You didn't even say you were just focused on running! Can't a 3-mass point have some responsibility?!"

"Huh?! I've already shown enough conscience by stopping him. Let whoever wants to get involved in this mess wade in!"

Time flew by amidst the argument, and Ji Huaisu and Qingye grew increasingly anxious. The civilian evacuation zone was almost empty; in ten seconds, this bald monster would storm into the residential area, and people would truly die. Unfortunately, the two of them were at a loss, and their strongest unit, Point 3, wasn't willing to do anything that would be thankless and exhausting.

Should they gamble with their trump cards? Team up with others? Or rely on Van Der's hypnosis? Different thoughts raced through the minds of the two young women, yet at the same time, they saw a new hope. It was the green-clad man who had emerged from the snowstorm, the assassin they could always rely on!
His face remained as long and glossy as ever, his eyes still as three-dimensional and protruding. His exceptionally tall figure stepped forward amidst the distorted expressions of the crowd, letting out a resolute roar:

"--eel!"

"What are you doing?!"

Indeed, this warrior facing the bald head is none other than… Chu Hengkong, wearing the eel-head mask! He mustered all his strength and thrust out with a single palm, striking the ice puck with overwhelming force. This perfectly timed palm strike neutralized the ice puck's momentum, causing Chu Hengkong's feet to sink deep into the ground. Undeterred by the icy current, he single-handedly withstood the ice puck's onslaught.

If it weren't for the eel headgear he was still wearing, his silhouette would have looked as imposing as a hero!

Chu Hengkong carefully examined the ice puck, not forgetting to raise his tentacles to let everyone know he was alright: "Eel."

"Could you type something? We don't understand eel language."

Vande emerged from the snow: "From what I know of him, those two shouts were to tell everyone not to be afraid, and that getting close to Turbid Tears wouldn't make you bald." "Then what's the point of him wearing that hood?" Qingye stared blankly.

"Probably to prevent baldness," Van der said.

"You say you won't go bald? You don't even believe it yourself!"

The truth was naturally different from Fan De's fabrication. Chu Hengkong wasn't afraid of the ice ball, but the giant egg and the ice man were wrapped together, and the ice contained the power of many turbid tears. Rashly attacking would trigger a counterattack from the turbid tears, which would not only harm himself but also easily cause collateral damage. This chaotic battle wasn't yet a dead end, and there was no need to use bloodshed to resolve it. Moreover, he happened to have a beneficial and harmless method at hand that wouldn't hurt anyone.

—Just eat all the ice!
Gathering his inner energy in his right hand, forming a fiery red gauntlet, Chu Hengkong joined two fingers together, piercing the ice shell like needles. The moment his fingers touched the ice, a fierce counterattack erupted. Water elements within the ice armor formed countless fine, sharp teeth, like a swarm of tiny piranhas attacking. But the icy teeth that bit his knuckles were shattered; the energy flowing within the fiery red gauntlet transformed the enemy's attack into a force for victory.

The secret technique of the Zhengxuan Palace, the Zhengxuan Qi Armor. This technique is based on immobility and is considered the pinnacle of defense. Chu Hengkong improved upon it by referencing the reflective armor of the Immortal Machine, and now it is showing a defensive power far exceeding that of a particle 2.

The ice armor's surface was breached by this finger strike, creating a flaw in its defense. Cracks burst open on the ice shell with the force of the blow. Chu Hengkong tilted his slender eel head back, then slammed it down with a headbutt!
"eel!"

The eel's head revealed a row of sharp teeth, and ice and snowflakes vanished rapidly between them. The eel burrowed into the ice shell through a crack, like a drill bit drilling into the earth, swallowing everything—frost, snowflakes, and icy armor. In less than three seconds, the giant, bald ice egg was gnawed into an irregular piece of cheese, and the giant egg escaped first, hopping and rolling away.

Thank you, Hengkong!

Another inmate, whose mental state was already precarious, was far less friendly. After escaping, Sethlen lunged forward like a wild dog, his chilling gaze fixed on Chu Hengkong, who was closest to him: "You insulted me! I..."

"eel."

With a powerful flick of his eel-like hair, Chu Hengkong used the force of his lightning whip to send Zhuo Lei flying. Chu Hengkong shook his wrist, preparing to capture the ice man, but had to stop midway.

The gray fog reappeared, far more solid than before. This time, what emerged from the fog were no longer the dazed humanoid figures of the past, but creatures with a clear fighting spirit. Their outlines were slightly clearer than the humanoids, and the lines of shoulder armor and helmets could be vaguely discerned.

It stood with its back to Sethlen, blocking the two. The humanoid's gaze was fixed on the eel's head, and Chu Hengkong suddenly felt a chill far surpassing that of Zhuo Lei.

That was killing intent, a deep and chilling killing intent. There was no possibility of communication, no room for maneuver. This thing appeared specifically to kill him; its presence here was solely for the purpose of annihilation!
"Ah Kong, quick! It's Chen Po!"

In Ji Huaisu's vision, the attack had already begun. The newcomer was a knight clad in deep blue heavy armor, his aura far surpassing that of his comrades. He was thrusting his shadow blade towards the light shield in his hand. That was Dustbreaker's opening stance; once the sword and shield clashed, the strongest strike would erupt. With that knight's power, at least half the city would be razed to the ground.

Meanwhile, the Ice Man was expanding in the rear, and the stagnant Tear was about to go berserk. This time, without the giant egg to help stop it, it would be a crisis for the entire city. Only Chu Hengkong had the power to stop it, and he only had one chance to act!

Chu Hengkong bent down, his arm hanging limply, and a long sword slid from his sleeve, silver tentacles simultaneously wrapping around the hilt. He had absolute faith in his partner's judgment, and thus immediately changed his course of action. In a split second, faster than thought, the silver blade flashed like lightning. The unrestrained, vertical strike of the "Ichimonji" (a type of martial arts technique) was unleashed, the blade slicing through the knight's shadow, shattering the ice crystals sealing the city, and extending all the way to the buildings behind the knight.

A diagonal slash pierced through the building, causing two-thirds of the tall building to tilt and slide down!

The longsword returned to its sheath, the hilt clanging crisply. Sethlen, suspended in mid-air, had expanded to its maximum; the bag brimming with elemental power would explode completely in the next second. However, just as Chu Heng drew his sword, another explosion tore through the atmosphere. A circular hole appeared in the building that had slid down due to the strike; a bullet had pierced through several buildings, precisely shattering Sethlen's elemental form just moments before the explosion!
Known for its formidable defense and extremely strong vitality, the particle 3 Turbid Tears instantly turned into crystalline dust, along with the frost covering the street, which also shattered.

Halfway out of the city, Shakes put down his sniper rifle.

"End of operation, retreat."

At the same time, Chu Hengkong made the same decision. He wrapped Ji Huaisu up with his tentacles and fled without saying a word. The alert Qingye found another way to escape, while only Wu He stood there, not yet understanding what everyone was doing.

He heard eerie sounds coming from underground, as if hundreds of undead were howling underground. Wu He's expression changed, and he hurriedly left the battlefield, finding a tall building to climb up.

The streets and alleys were shrouded in gray, stretching from their eastern port area all the way to the northern high-rises that served as their base. Mist enveloped the entire Golden Leaf City, and unidentified monsters emerged from it, traversing every inch of this small dust island.

In just a few breaths, the place became the domain of the gray fog. It was everywhere, penetrating every nook and cranny, striding proudly across the square and streets like a silent yet grand procession.

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