Chapter 666 - 433: Do Your Best to Kill Me [3]

TAP... TAP...

The crisp sound of footsteps echoed through the dense fog, like a drum beating against one’s heart.

The fog slowly thinned, and the newcomer’s silhouette gradually came into focus.

It was a man with curly hair.

A blood-stained silver cross swayed gently on his chest, and the hem of his pure white priest’s robes flapped wildly in the wind.

Within his lowered cuffs, the dangerous glint of silver could be faintly seen at his fingertips.

At the same moment he appeared, a figure like a black tower slowly materialized on the street behind Hu Qi.

The man wore rust-spotted armor, his brawny frame like a great bear poised to strike.

And on the other side, ripples spread across the puddles as a barefoot monk in yellow robes approached.

His wide conical hat was pulled down low, revealing only a chiseled jaw. With every step he took, the surrounding puddles seemed to be repelled by an invisible force.

At the same time, more than a dozen dark figures flashed into view on the surrounding rooftops and in the alleyways, sealing off the area completely.

Farther away, even the red dots of several sniper rifles were aimed at Hu Qi’s head.

A suffocating pressure filled the air.

...

Cold strands of rain slanted down from the dim sky, and a murderous aura enveloped the entire street.

Hu Qi ignored the dark figures.

Instead, he focused his gaze on the three people surrounding him.

He was a little surprised.

The three were dressed completely differently from one another.

But in one way, they were the same.

Their auras were far stronger than those of ordinary Intern Readers.

This was beyond Hu Qi’s expectations.

’I didn’t expect there to be people like this among this batch of Intern Readers. And somehow, these guys managed to team up.’

"Don’t blame us. If you have to blame someone, blame yourself for triggering this so-called hidden quest!"

A smile played on Father Anderson’s lips, his white robes swaying gently in the cold wind.

He appeared calm, but as he looked at Hu Qi, a fleeting wariness flashed in the depths of his eyes.

They had arrived here much earlier.

But they hadn’t rashly approached Hu Qi.

Instead, they had sent the other Intern Readers to test Hu Qi’s strength.

After all, anyone who could trigger a quest of this level was obviously not going to be weak. You didn’t need to be a genius to figure that out.

And the facts had proven it.

Without exception, all of those Intern Readers had been killed.

’Still, the sacrifices of those worthless fools weren’t entirely useless. At the very least, it proved that this guy in front of them was definitely a tough nut to crack. But while he was strong, based on their estimates, he couldn’t be that much stronger than them. After all, that entity would never issue an impossible quest.’

"Amitabha."

The monk in the conical hat placed a single palm vertically before his chest, his voice exceptionally clear in the silence.

His voice was as gentle as a spring breeze, but the words he spoke were anything but.

"Benefactor, once you depart this life, this humble monk will perform rites to guide your soul and ensure you swiftly reach Paradise."

"Enough of this nonsense!"

Lei Ao twisted his thick neck, his joints cracking like popping beans.

His body was a mass of gnarled muscle, like a great bear.

A savage grin appeared on his face.

"Let’s attack together and send him on his way!"

The others exchanged glances, tacitly forming an encirclement.

In his spot, Hu Qi held the banner in one hand. The Damaged Black Banner flapped wildly in the wind, black energy coiling around his body, giving him an incomparably sinister air.

His expression was calm. From beginning to end, he hadn’t paid them any mind.

SWOOSH!

Hearing this, they wasted no more time on pointless talk.

Because the main quest from the Reincarnation Bookstore had changed, it was now a choice between their deaths or Hu Qi’s. There was no third option.

At this thought, the killing intent in Father Anderson’s eyes surged.

He was the first to move.

With a flick of his hands, he swept his ten fingers through the air.

In an instant, the white fog and the surrounding air were torn apart by silver steel wires, which let out an ear-piercing whistle.

"Celestial Net: Strangulation!"

The sky filled with silver threads that wove into a net of death, enveloping Hu Qi!

If it touched something, even an iron man cast from solid steel would be shredded to pieces.

Faced with the incoming attack, Hu Qi remained calm and simply threw a casual punch.

In that instant, a ferocious and unmatched power, like a rampaging ancient Fierce Beast, violently churned the surrounding air.

That one punch directly blasted the enveloping, seemingly impenetrable Celestial Net, shattering it into broken threads that shot out in all directions with sharp whistles.

BANG!!!

At the same time, a dull thud rang out as the fog ahead exploded outward, parting in a straight line to either side.

Father Anderson, standing four or five meters from Hu Qi, stopped dead in his tracks.

The blood-stained silver cross on his neck lit up, forming a shield in an attempt to protect his body.

But under the impact of the terrifying force’s aftershock, it instantly shattered into fine powder and scattered in the wind.

Immediately after, a shocking, massive hole appeared in his chest. Through this hole, one could even clearly see the street scene behind him.

"You... you were... still... hiding your strength..."

Anderson’s eyes bulged from extreme shock and terror as a web of capillaries rapidly spread across the whites.

They looked like a shattered spiderweb, dense and intricate. His pupils constricted violently, shrinking to the size of a pinprick, filled with the fear of death.

But no amount of terror or disbelief could stop the flow of Vitality from his body.

His entire body fell backward onto the ground with a dull thud, and then he was still.

"DIE—!"

Just then, Lei Ao’s roar from behind shattered the curtain of rain.