bookpub Chapter 116 Fortune Lies in Peril
Chapter 116 Fortune Lies in Peril
Just as he was about to say those words, he was slightly distracted and suddenly struck hard. A blood-red arrow that the Moon Wheel Blade hadn't been able to catch struck Fu Que's shoulder, shattering as it did so, leaving him with another wound.
If it weren't for the powerful custom-made leather armor that withstood most of the force as its patterns shimmered, Fu Que's shoulder wouldn't have just suffered a single wound; it would have been pierced through with a large hole.
But this very attack made Fu Que's mind race. The attacks from those chasing him seemed to have weakened considerably. If it had been as powerful as the initial attack, he would definitely not have been able to save his shoulder.
Glancing behind him out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the blood-red vortex that followed him like a shadow was still chasing him. After thinking for a moment, Fu Que gave up the idea of fighting the person behind him.
The extraordinary world is full of strange and wondrous things. Not to mention anything else, even the group of supernatural beings in the tiger's den of Yuntai Prefecture that he has the authority to understand is still not fully understood by him. Let alone other supernatural beings. If this is a bait released by the other party, wouldn't it be exactly what they want if he turned around and fought back?
Even if that's not the case, and the other party did escape but sent a clone or puppet to buy time, it has nothing to do with Fu Que. Facing a martial artist in the True Qi Realm, he's lucky he could even run away, so the blame can't be placed on him.
The information support puppet for Tiger's Den has already arrived, which means that subsequent support will arrive soon, so there is no need to create unnecessary complications.
Fu Que's mind raced, but in reality, it didn't take long.
The information puppet connected to Fu Que's identification card quickly transmitted a voice:
"Fu Que, number four, of the 7th Temporary Combat Team of the 10th Company, reports the same situation as number three of the 7th Combat Team of the 10th Company. The report has been uploaded to Longtan and requests reinforcements."
"We're still being too cautious."
The black-hooded man, who was watching from afar, saw the object that hovered in the sky, resembling a five-pointed star, and sighed. He had truly lost interest in pursuing Fu Que.
Having infiltrated the Da Zhao Tian Gong Affairs Bureau for many years, he understood very well what the appearance of this thing meant; the support of the Dragon Tiger Cavalry would arrive in no time.
No one knows when, but Da Zhao's use of the gods of the Heavenly Court has reached its peak, even surpassing that of these righteous men of the previous dynasty. In addition, with the new national fortune mysteriously settling in, their room for maneuver is getting smaller and smaller.
"I must hand over the intelligence I have obtained to the hall master as soon as possible, and then the other party will summarize the intelligence that spies like me have obtained through infiltration, and then hand it over to God, and then let God make a decision."
Otherwise, even if there are still anti-imperialist factions active in the court, our hope of restoring the country is extremely slim.
With that thought in mind, the man in the black hood no longer hesitated. He shattered his clothes, changed into a simple cloth outfit, and left.
With the new Prime Minister of the Great Zhao Kingdom taking office, a series of policy changes initiated by him and his faction have given the central government of the Great Zhao Kingdom a stronger ability to control the local areas.
Meanwhile, those military, police, and secret service factions whose interests were infringed upon chose to remain silent, thanks to the extraordinary weaponry built with the aura of national destiny and the more efficient and convenient operational system.
If things continue like this, once the Great Zhao has resolved the issues with the sects and aristocratic families within its borders, the next targets will be these restorationists hiding in the shadows of the Great Zhao.
After a chase that lasted more than ten minutes, a disheveled figure on a heavy motorcycle, amidst a flurry of fallen leaves and branches, broke through the lush forest and arrived at the muddy riverbank.
The wheels, made of special materials, plowed deep tracks into the muddy riverbed, before Fu Que could even push the heavy motorcycle away.
The core of the heavy motorcycle talisman, which hadn't undergone many iterations and was strictly speaking still in the development stage, was completely melted down, losing its extraordinary and divine support, and the patterns of the power matrix also gradually went out.
The heavy locomotive emitted a dying groan, laboriously crawled forward a few meters, sank deep into the mud, and came to a complete stop.
"Fortunately, that True Qi Realm martial artist had already left to protect himself."
Fu Que rolled and crawled up from the muddy riverbed. Although he was covered in foul-smelling mud and looked disheveled, he had completely dispelled the high-speed rush.
As he stood up, he pulled out his twin swords from either side of the heavy motorcycle that had plunged into the riverbed, his gaze fixed on the ever-present blood-red vortex.
Without a word, having just caught up with Fu Que, a dark red blood aura severed the branches blocking his path and slashed fiercely at Fu Que's face.
Fu Que frowned, about to step aside to dodge, but then seemed to remember something, his sidestep paused, and the Embroidered Spring Blade flashed with ripples, directly slashing at the dark red blood energy that was attacking.
There was no yielding, no dodging, just a pure head-on collision.
The Embroidered Spring Blade, swirling with a shrill whirlwind, suddenly collided with the dark red blood energy. Fu Que felt an immense force pressing down on him like an avalanche, and a corrosive force invaded his arms, leaving him numb.
His expression remained unchanged, and he didn't even move his feet, which were stuck in the mud. He simply used pure elemental power to tear apart the corrosive blood energy that had invaded his arms, and stared intently at the black-hooded man standing on the branch.
Although in the real world, the person in front of him was just a piece of flesh and blood inlaid with a translucent egg, the painter conveyed a message to him: conceptually, this thing was also part of life.
In other words, if Fu Que kills the other party, he can also obtain the corresponding Sin Cloud Ink. Looking at this piece of flesh, Fu Que could almost seep out a cruel and violent aura. If he kills it, he will definitely obtain a lot of Sin Cloud Ink.
Since arriving at Yuntai Prefecture, Fu Que has not had any sinful ink enter his account for a long time. He just escaped with all his might to survive, and now he is fighting this ghostly thing to the death to survive as well.
The intelligence failure at Tiger's Den led their combat team into a perilous situation. There will definitely be compensation afterward, but the bulk of the compensation will probably go to the two Tiger Riders who died in battle.
Fu Que didn't think there was anything wrong with this allocation, but if he killed the pursuers before the reinforcements arrived, what kind of evaluation would he receive in the battle report afterward?
The reward and punishment mechanism of the Tiger Cavalry in Yuntai Prefecture is cruel and transparent. To obtain sufficient resources, one must demonstrate sufficient value and ability. In such a place, pretending to be weak to take advantage of others will only turn you into a real pig.
As for cultivating geniuses, the Great Zhao, with its vast rivers and mountains and countless people, certainly doesn't lack any geniuses.
"Its power and supernatural abilities are both within acceptable limits. Based on the detection from the Reality Horizon, this guy should be some kind of extraordinary divine puppet. Its combat intelligence shouldn't be too high, which means... we can fight it!"
Fu Que gazed at the black-hooded man standing on a tree branch not far away, lost in thought.