Chapter 108: Support Came, Support Died:
As for that deputy G-level boss, Shen Wuxiao couldn’t just kill him without a valid reason. Even someone in a high position had to consider the consequences. But now that he had a reason, he immediately arranged for someone to eliminate him.
“I’ll just call my father and have him send someone to deal with that old guy,” he thought. After all, everything had started because of Ye Qingfeng.
Outside, the sounds of people approaching grew louder. Ye Qingfeng sensed it, and since he noticed it, Shen Wuxiao must have sensed it too. Without any hesitation, Ye Qingfeng made his move.
His fingers curled into claws, true energy erupted from his body, and the fury he had been holding back exploded in full force. He lunged forward and grabbed at Shen Wuxiao.
Shen Wuxiao stepped back quickly, shoving Huang Luoyan into the bathroom. Then he turned and launched a powerful punch at Ye Qingfeng.
Ye Qingfeng’s eyes turned blood-red. He activated his broken supernatural ability—Scale Armor—and charged straight into Shen Wuxiao.
But he still overestimated himself.
With his injuries yet to heal, Ye Qingfeng was sent flying and slammed into the wall with a thunderous bang. Cracks spread across the surface of the wall.
Shen Wuxiao grinned coldly. He leapt forward and aimed a savage knee strike at Ye Qingfeng, who barely managed to roll aside to avoid it.
The knee smashed into the wall, blowing a hole straight through. On the other side, a man eating instant noodles stared in shock. Ye Qingfeng’s scalp tingled. If he hadn’t dodged that, he’d be dead by now.
Just then, reinforcements arrived. Six men burst into the ward, saw Ye Qingfeng being attacked, and immediately opened fire on Shen Wuxiao.
Among them, a seventh-grade master hurled several flying knives and charged behind them.
But Jiang Huaiyue was already prepared.
The moment the flying knives were released, she activated her supernatural power. The knives abruptly changed direction midair and turned back toward their owner.
“Telekinesis?”
“Shh~”
The man had been running along the trajectory of the knives. Now that they reversed, he was caught completely off guard. Though he tried to resist, his own knives cut into him.
In that moment, Jiang Huaiyue raised her soft sword and moved like a butterfly among flowers—elegant and deadly. A sharp gleam flashed as she slashed at the seventh-grade master.
She showed no intention of retreating, even though her opponent outranked her.
But Shen Wuxiao wouldn’t let her take the risk.
Ye Qingfeng, though a novice, had thrown a punch strong enough to shake the room. Yet, he’d already been sent flying.
The eighth-grade grandmaster and four fifth-grade masters all turned their attention to Shen Wuxiao.
“Useless trash.”
Shen Wuxiao unleashed his true power. Flames ignited in his fists, the air shimmered from the heat.
The eighth-grade master’s expression changed, but Shen Wuxiao was already upon him.
He didn’t even need a weapon.
Seeing the deadly punch coming, the eighth-grade master quickly raised his hand.
“Vajra Shield!”
A curtain-like light shield sprang up, covering his body completely.
But Shen Wuxiao didn’t care about such things.
Relying purely on brute force, he intensified the flames and threw a punch.
BOOM!
The flames pierced the shield and shattered it completely. The protective qi was torn apart. The eighth-grade master was sent flying.
Shen Wuxiao flipped toward Jiang Huaiyue, grabbed the seventh-grade master’s throat, lifted him, and slammed him into the ground with such force that it cracked into the next floor.
But Shen Wuxiao wasn’t done.
He raised a fist and smashed it down.
The seventh-grade master saw only flames before his head exploded like a watermelon.
The blood evaporated in the heat before it could splash.
The others were terrified.
The eighth-grade master tried to retreat, but Shen Wuxiao grabbed him. He tried to break free by grabbing Shen Wuxiao’s arm.
But in the next second, arcs of lightning surged from Shen Wuxiao’s body into the eighth-grade master.
“Ahhhh!”
He convulsed violently.
“H-How is this possible… You have two superpowers…?”
With her opponent dead, Jiang Huaiyue turned to the remaining four fifth-grade enemies.
She took one down immediately.
The remaining three saw that they were no match and tried to flee.
“Trying to run?” she sneered.
She rolled to the door, turned back, and kicked one of them in the chest, knocking the other two back.
Then she threw a flying knife, empowered with her sixth-grade true energy. The knife shot forward like lightning and stabbed into the back of the head of a fleeing fifth-grade master.
It all happened in seconds.
Ye Qingfeng, knowing what he had to do, took advantage of the moment he was thrown to the side and picked up Tuantuan. The child was crying loudly in fear.
As the eighth-grade master was being electrocuted and Jiang Huaiyue blocked the door, Ye Qingfeng made his escape.
He wrapped Tuantuan in a quilt, hugged the child close, and ran to the window. His plan was simple: jump out and climb to the upper level.
But he didn’t expect the fight to end so fast.
Barely ten seconds had passed.
A seventh-grade master was already dead, the eighth-grade one on the verge of death, and two fifth-grade enemies were down.
The rest had nowhere to run.
In just the blink of an eye, everything collapsed.
Ye Qingfeng couldn’t afford to hesitate. Gritting his teeth, he jumped for the window.
He turned, broke the glass with his back, and reached up to grab the ledge above.
With his strength, he could climb easily.
But just as he reached out…
Shen Wuxiao raised his hand and grasped at the air.
It was like a sound wave had been released.
Everything froze.
Even time stopped flowing.
Ye Qingfeng’s eyes widened in horror. The ledge he could’ve grabbed seemed to drift farther and farther away.
He had no chance to hold on.
Inertia carried him past the window—out into open air, more than three meters from the building.
He was falling.
“How… is this a domain… still active?” Despair filled his heart.
Tuantuan, wrapped in the quilt, stopped crying.
“No!!!”
Ye Qingfeng screamed in anguish.
The wind howled in his ears as he plummeted.
Above, Shen Wuxiao killed the eighth-grade master.
Jiang Huaiyue finished off the last two enemies.
Together, they rushed to the window and looked down.
Huang Luoyan joined them, stunned speechless.
She wasn’t screaming for Ye Qingfeng, but for Tuantuan.
That bastard actually jumped with Tuantuan in his arms.
It was over ten stories up!
Could they survive?
Tuantuan was so young…
Ye Qingfeng was moments from hitting the ground, but his eyes burned with determination.
He didn’t fear death.
But Tuantuan was in his arms!
“Ah!!!”
At that moment, a powerful energy burst from him.
Pushing past his limits, his scale armor activated, and his body surged with true energy.
He hugged Tuantuan tightly, planning to cushion the impact with his back.
BOOM…
The crash was thunderous.
Smoke and dust exploded outward, forming a crater in the ground.
When it cleared, Shen Wuxiao saw something shocking—Ye Qingfeng was standing.
“Damn… so that’s how a lucky protagonist uses his luck.”
“Seriously injured and still able to stand after a fall like that? I’m impressed.”
Jiang Huaiyue was stunned too.
“Is he really the chosen one? Still not dead?”
Yes, Ye Qingfeng had incredible luck.
But he couldn’t last much longer.
He had fallen with no branches to break the fall, no buffer.
His body was already broken from before. Now, even though he stood, he was dying.
It was sheer willpower and the strength of his love that kept him going.
Blood flowed from every orifice. His vision blurred. His steps were shaky.
But he held Tuantuan in his arms—unconscious, but alive.
The power of a father’s love kept him standing.