Book 9: Chapter 33: The Target
A moment later, Monica gently pushed Qin Lun away, brushed the hair by her ear, and gave the young man a half-scolding look. “We are on a battlefield. Let’s focus on the main task. Have you found the target?”
“Yes, I found them long ago!” Qin Lun smiled and pointed at a distant alley. “Look over there!”
Two groups were fighting where Qin Lun pointed. One side had two people, and the other had five. Based on how they kept eating food and using potions during the fight, they all seemed to be Apostles and Reincarnators.
Strangely, the side with fewer people was winning. The two were almost completely overpowering the other five, and it was only a matter of time before they won.
“Oh? Interesting. Is this an internal conflict?” The Queen of Sandstorm frowned for a moment, then covered her mouth and chuckled. “Those two seem pretty good!”
“Yes, they are strong!” Qin Lun watched the fight, his eyes gleaming. If he weren’t with the Queen of Sandstorm, even he wouldn’t dare act rashly. It wasn’t that there was no hope of winning, but it would take too much time.
The two Madame Monica referred to were a man and a woman. The woman was tall with brown ear-length short hair, dressed in black leather and high heels, looking like a modern lady from a fashion magazine cover. The man was of average height, with a cold face, a large gold ring in his right ear, and a black cloth covering his eyes, though it didn’t seem like he had an eye injury.
The blindfolded man held two curved blades. The blades were emerald green and translucent, like long daggers made of jade or strange sickles.
During the fight, he often combined the handles of the two curved blades to form a crescent-shaped blade nearly a meter long. It would spin and fly out, leaving deadly green trails in the air. Each attack from the spinning blade let out a sharp whistling sound and seemed quite powerful.