Absolute Gate

Chapter 93 Revenge Insurance
Wu finally comprehended the Cloud Swallow Spinning Body Technique and mastered the use of the Longevity Formula's true energy to counteract resistance.

This makes him faster, more agile, and gives him more combat options, allowing him to better leverage his strengths and significantly improve his combat capabilities.

“Puwa…”

McGonagall was in a bad situation; his wild slashes with the demonic blade were all blocked by the tortoise shell.

After managing to exchange a few more blows, he, already severely injured, could no longer hold on.

Finally, Wu Zhong spun him around 720 degrees in mid-air and delivered a powerful kick to his temple, sending him rolling dozens of times on the ground before finally lying motionless.

Wu Zhong's final blow was too heavy; the side of his skull was fractured and dented, his facial features were squeezed out of shape, and blood flowed from his seven orifices.

"It's lightness skill, how could this be... how could I suddenly have an epiphany?"

McGonagall's aura dissipated, and he was on the verge of death.

The surrounding ground was decaying, and there were no more plants for him to absorb life.

It was only after Wu Zhong came that he was able to absorb life force again and catch his breath.

But he was in utter despair, and Wu's killing him was just another blow to him.

"You can't kill me. If you kill me, the Illuminati... will not let you get away with it."

McGonagall spoke weakly, though he knew it was useless.

Because if he had heard such words from an enemy he had defeated, he would only kill them even faster...

But he had no choice but to bring up his background, and for a moment he experienced the despair of those he had killed in the past.

"The Illuminati?" Wu Zhong frowned, but he didn't actually make a move.

McGonagall was taken aback. Seeing him deep in thought, he quickly said, "That's right, I'm a member of the Illuminati. I've purchased Class A medical insurance and Class S revenge insurance worth 300 million per year!"

"If you kill me, the revenge insurance will immediately target you, and you will be hunted down to death by an S-class Sentinel of Light!"

His tone was firm, yet filled with madness.

Wu Zhong didn't know if he was telling the truth or not, but he was all too familiar with this kind of scene where someone starts using persuasive talk before they die...

He used this very trick to turn the tables and defeat Fei Peng Cliff Cypress.

Wu Zhong tilted his head and said, "Really... You seem to be very rich? If you're so rich, why don't you give me a billion, and I'll spare your life."

McGonagall was taken aback. He could buy a life?
He was both delighted and suspicious, his contorted features practically bleeding: "I... I can give you the money, but I really don't have a billion. No mercenary would keep that much cash on hand; they'd just spend it all."

"How much do you have?" Wu Zhong asked.

“I have another 80 million, I can transfer it to you right now,” McGonagall said.

In fact, McGonagall didn't believe Wu would let him go at all, but the key was to buy time so that Wu could talk to him.

He is secretly gathering his strength at this moment.

"Don't believe him! How could he possibly afford an S-level revenge insurance policy!"

"Three hundred million in insurance premiums every year? Are you crazy? Almost no gold mercenaries would use all the money they risked their lives to earn to buy revenge insurance. They would only use it to improve their strength."

Onion rushed over, worried that Wu would finally agree.

McGonagall was anxious. Onion wasn't wrong; he was crazy to buy such a heavy revenge insurance policy, only to find himself unable to see the revenge he had taken.

Unless one is already extremely wealthy or has a family to protect, they would not buy extremely heavy revenge insurance.

McGonagall only bought a B-level revenge insurance policy, which is enough to assassinate some ordinary gold-level enemies. Why would he buy an insurance policy that would require the deployment of gem-level combat power?

Seeing the onion being poked, McGurr, fearing Wu Zhong would immediately take action, hurriedly said, "I'll buy it, I really will!"

"Three hundred million a year is something I can afford!"

"I can transfer all my savings to you, Dragon-Subduing Wood, please spare my life."

As he spoke, McGur pointed to the still uncorrupted grass in the distance, indicating that they could only turn around there.

Wu Zhong smiled, picked a handful of grass and threw it to him: "I'll only give you ten seconds."

McGonagall's lips twitched. He dared not delay any longer with words and hurriedly asked the mercenary club's customer service to transfer all the deposits he had in the platform to Wu Zhong.

Mercenary clubs have their own bank, so all transfers can be made instantly, without the many procedures required in the amateur world.

So Wu Zhongcai only gave him ten seconds. A little while later, he also contacted Edelweiss, and sure enough, 80 million arrived in his account.

Wu Zhong said, "Only 80 million? That's far too little."

"You'll spend all your cash, but you won't spend all your Bitcoin, will you?"

McGur's face turned green; of course he had Bitcoin.

He knew that Wu was exploiting him for Bitcoin. He had done this before, and many mercenaries would do the same after gaining control of the situation.

Otherwise, if the people who hold Bitcoin were to die, Bitcoin would become a dead currency.

Although dead coins can still enhance multi-dimensional power as long as they can be carried on a medium, they can no longer circulate easily. Moreover, the mediums on which dead coins are carried are usually easily destroyed or taken away in battle.

However, veteran mercenaries would rather die than transfer their Bitcoin to others and benefit their opponents.

"Heh, if I transfer Bitcoin to you, I'll definitely die."

Do you think I'm a newbie?

McGonagall's face suddenly contorted in a ferocious expression, and a wisp of evil energy bloomed in his heart.

Upon seeing this, Wu Zhong immediately grabbed Onion and retreated.

He had been on guard the whole time and had long since gathered his inner strength in his feet. At this moment, he suddenly unleashed it, his figure moving like lightning.

In the blink of an eye, they had retreated more than thirty meters.

The sudden burst of speed should have made him dizzy, but this acceleration was caused by internal energy, which is different from the pure mad blood clan physique.

Under the influence of the so-called martial arts principles, Wu Zhong did not feel dizzy. The Longevity Technique seemed to have turned his blood into a deep-sea acceleration fluid.

"It's no use! Great rain god Chuck! I beg you to unleash a world-ending torrent of rain!"

McGur let out a deafening roar, so powerful that it seemed to solidify.

A 100-kilogram gold statue was sent flying several meters away, which shows how much energy the sound wave contained—it was a shockwave.

"Buzz!"

The enormous sound spread, tearing up the surrounding grass.

Onion was knocked over on the spot, his eardrums ruptured, and he bled from all seven orifices.

Wu Zhong swayed, bleeding slightly, but thankfully, his eardrums recovered in the blink of an eye.

He retreated in time, and thanks to his superhuman physique and recovery ability, the sound waves weren't enough to harm him.

Wu Zhong even found it a little funny: "Ah? So this is the trump card you've been secretly preparing?"

He knew, of course, that McGonagall was stalling for time to build up his strength, but he didn't know what kind of move it was, which was why he cautiously retreated.

After all that, were they praying to gods and Buddhas? Or were they praying for the golden statue they just got... in an attempt to summon a rain of destruction?

According to the characteristics of the rain god Chuck, the louder the prayer, the larger the rain cloud that is summoned. Theoretically, it is indeed possible to create a world-ending rain, so heavy that it can cover the earth and cause a global flood.

When lightning flashes and thunder roars, sandstorms rage, and floods pour down, he might actually be able to escape.

By pinning their hopes on this method, McGill is clearly out of options.

However... he approached the wrong person.

"Boom!"

In an instant, a huge rain cloud gathered in the sky, dark clouds covered the sky, and a gale swept through with the rain.

However, the storm was not as big as McGurt had imagined.

This level of intensity is roughly equivalent to a rare storm, and has absolutely nothing to do with the end of the world.

"How could this be? Where's the rain? Why is it so light?"

"At such close range, the sound waves even lifted the statue away, and it was just a normal downpour?"

McGonagall looked at the sky in despair. He knew that even with the force of his voice, it wouldn't be enough to summon the so-called apocalyptic rain.

That was just him bragging, but the sound he made just now was enough to make the thunderstorm clouds bring down a real downpour!

A vast expanse of water will appear directly in the sky, as if a huge lake has crashed down, causing a massive flood that will inundate the manor and even the surrounding area for dozens of miles.

How could it just be a regular rainstorm? The difference is too great.

"You've been holding back this as your secret weapon? Are you trying to make me laugh to death?" Wu Zhong burst into laughter, unable to contain himself any longer.

McGonagall murmured in despair, "I'm done for... I'm done for... Haha... So, there's a limit to how rain god Chuck can summon torrential rain?"

"But why is it also the god of storms and world destruction in Mayan mythology? It is said that humanity in the previous era was destroyed by a great flood brought by it?"

He lay completely paralyzed on the ground, letting the rain wash over him, his eyes devoid of light.

At that moment, Onion's eardrums were repairing, and he heard these words. He looked at the guy with hatred: "You actually want to destroy the world?"

"You schemed and plotted to get this statue, even causing my brother's death, but you never expected... it wasn't a calamity at all, did you?"

Hearing this, McGonagall's eyes narrowed again: "What nonsense are you talking about! How could it not be a calamity! Didn't you see I prayed for rain!"

He had sacrificed a lot for this strange object, and hearing this only filled him with anger.

Onion said coldly, "That's just because your voice was loud enough to reach the lake and the bottom of the underwater cave, thus alerting the true Rain God!"

"But after all this transmission, the prayers are only enough to summon such a torrential rain."

McGonagall froze on the spot, his distorted features becoming even more distorted.

"No...it's impossible, you...what...is this like?"

He was somewhat incoherent, but after hearing this, how could he not understand?
After a moment's thought, he realized he had the wrong person.

The anomaly was not the statue, but something else at the bottom of the cave; he had been misled by the research of the Havel family over the generations.

"What is it? Tell me what it is!"

McGonagall had never been down into the cave, so his knowledge of the rain god Chuck relied entirely on the records of the Havel family.

Wu Zhong looked at him with pity: "If you had any courage, you would go down there yourself and see for yourself what the real calamity is."

“I can tell you that thing can’t catch you at all. Once you spot it, even if it wants to kill you, it can’t.”

"I've been underwater with it for quite a while now."

McGall trembled all over, his eyes were bloodshot, his face was flushed, and his mouth was turning blue.

"What did you say? You can't catch me? Are you a fish? So you're actually a fish at the bottom?"

"Tell me what it is! I give up, just tell me... Ahhh!"

He was going crazy. His caution and prudence regarding this strange and calamistic object had ironically become the fuse that misled him.

Wu Zhong's words, "It can't kill you at all," made McGonagall so frustrated he almost vomited blood.

In fact, he didn't need to recruit bronze mercenaries as a black marketeer to test the waters. If he had been bold enough, he could have gone down and fished directly, which would have triggered the water spiders' pursuit and led him to find out everything.

However, given the tragedies that have befallen the Havel family throughout history, there are almost no mercenaries who would dare to do such a thing.

Even Wu Zhong didn't dare to be so reckless. In the end, it was thanks to the stubborn Onion that they were able to figure out the real Rain God, Chuck.

"Hahaha..." McGonagall laughed bitterly as he vomited blood.

"How ridiculous! I've ended up doing all the work for you, and now I've fallen into your trap."

"I've failed, I admit it..."

"But...you can forget about getting my Bitcoin, I'd rather die than give it to you...hahaha."

McGill gave up completely; his refusal to beg for mercy with Bitcoin was his last shred of dignity.

"Then go die!" Onion pounced on him like a madman.

"Hey, the Dragon-Subduing Wood Boss hasn't given any orders yet! What are you doing!" Pei Lan rushed over, trying to stop him.

But Wu Zhong blocked Pei Lan's path by extending his arm.

Perrin was taken aback. He had actually been trying to impress Wu Zhong, but when he saw Wu Zhong raise his hand, he immediately stopped talking.

"Pfft!"

Onion killed McGonagall without hesitation, smashing his skull completely.

Wu Zhong said, "Aren't you afraid of that revenge insurance?"

Onion said firmly, "If I say I'll avenge my brother, then I'll definitely kill him!"

"What kind of Illuminati is this? Tell him to come find me!"

"I'm not afraid of death, so why would I be afraid of the Illuminati?"

Wu Zhong was both amused and exasperated: "You can join my clan, and you won't be buried with the Florida clan anymore."

Onion was taken aback; he had almost forgotten about this.

However, he still said, "We still have to kill him!"

"It's just a three-month death sentence, but now it's the Illuminati hunting me down. I don't care!"

What kind of thought process is this? Can't one just die of old age? Does it have to be some kind of predetermined death? Are they used to having their heads tied to their belts?
Wu Zhong chuckled and shook his head. Onion was straightforward and honest, a real tough guy at heart, and he was truly unafraid of death.

Even though he could have lived longer, he still habitually regarded his life as worthless and did not cherish it at all.

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(End of this chapter)