flstandardbreds Chapter 103: The First Collaboration
Chapter 103: The First Collaboration
Chapter 103 First Joint Operation
As the flames from the explosion subsided, a figure, dressed in tattered clothes and covered in charred soot, was pressed tightly against the cabin wall, looking just like a sticker.
With a muffled thud, a figure appeared on the blackened deck, wielding a long sword and standing proudly.
Zhuo Yang looked at Herbert and said coldly, "Western magicians are nothing special!"
Herbert, his body charred black, let out a "poof" sound and exhaled a puff of black smoke.
He was interrupted at the last moment of his spellcasting; before he could finish the incantation, he swallowed a mouthful of flames, which burned his mouth.
"You are... Mo Muren?"
Tongue burns cause slurred speech.
Zhuo Yang said calmly, "Lu Qianqian's follower!"
Pointing at Lü Qianqian, he made no attempt to hide anything.
"Zhuo Yang!" Lü Qianqian was furious, secretly resenting Zhuo Yang for revealing her name. If the Secret Method Society were to target her, she would have gained a powerful enemy for no reason.
The Secret Society is no ordinary organization; it is a famous Western magician organization that is said to have existed for over a thousand years. It has countless magicians within it, and dozens of them are said to have reached the Golden Core level. It is one of the most powerful cultivation organizations in the West.
Therefore, Lü Qianqian immediately betrayed Zhuo Yang and called out his name.
"You little vixen!" Zhuo Yang's lips twitched, and he turned to glare at Lü Qianqian.
The two of them were basically sabotaging each other, neither of them was any worse than the other.
Herbert coughed a few times, gritted his teeth, and shouted, "Despicable Chinese, I will make you pay the price!"
The staff was raised again, pointing at Zhuo Yang.
A bolt of lightning suddenly appeared at the tip of the staff and instantly pounced on Zhuo Yang.
The magic was powerful and extremely fast, forcing Lü Qianqian to dodge in various ways just minutes ago, leaving her no time to activate her defensive magic items to resist.
As lightning struck, Lü Qianqian shouted without thinking, "Get out of the way!"
Zhuo Yang glanced at her again, neither dodging nor avoiding her gaze, but simply raised his arm.
The next moment, lightning struck Zhuo Yang, emitting a dazzling light that made Lü Qianqian close her eyes tightly.
"Are you stupid? Why don't you get out of the way?"
With her almond-shaped eyes wide open, Lü Qianqian roared in frustration.
Then she froze, only to see Zhuo Yang still standing proudly, his arm, which had been struck by lightning, showing not even a trace of char.
"He didn't hit you?" Lü Qianqian asked in surprise.
Zhuo Yang was also looking at her, and smiled calmly: "How could mere lightning possibly harm me!"
"..."
Lü Qianqian was speechless, utterly shocked.
The magic of Western magicians is quite different from that of Eastern magic, but they both achieve the same goal: to use the primordial energy of heaven and earth to attack enemies, and the effects are the same.
Why can Zhuo Yang use his physical body to withstand magic?
Could it be that Zhuo Yang's physical body has become so powerful that even magic cannot harm him?
Lu Qianqian became more and more confused, completely unable to figure out what level of cultivation Zhuo Yang had.
Seeing her shocked expression, Zhuo Yang laughed and said, "Little girl, stop staring and come with me to take down this mage. His staff is made of good materials; you should be able to use it!"
Lu Qianqian pouted and was about to step forward when she suddenly paused: How did he know that she could use the materials of that staff?
At this moment, Herbert wiped his face, removing the charred black residue and revealing the blisters from the burns, which hurt even more!
"Ah...I'm going to kill you all!"
With a pitiful roar, Herbert brandished his staff, and in an instant, dark clouds reappeared across the sky.
The powerful pressure instantly locked onto Zhuo Yang and Lü Qianqian.
Unable to move, Lü Qianqian gritted her teeth and straightened her delicate body, displaying the same stubbornness as when she was confronting the lightning with Zhuo Yang.
Zhuo Yang glanced at Herbert and said in a deep voice, "Sacrificing your life to cast a spell, it seems you're courting death."
Herbert was secretly startled, not expecting that Zhuo Yang could still speak even though he was locked in by his magic.
"Hmph!" He sneered and quickened his chanting. A rolling red light appeared in the dark clouds in the sky, as if fire was burning.
Zhuo Yang glanced at the sky and said indifferently, "Using incantations to ignite heavenly fire is a good method. It's a pity that Western magicians are too poor at self-cultivation. If you had strong true energy in your body, and combined it with incantations, I believe you could cast the forbidden spells you speak of."
After saying that, he raised his arm, and the dragon-patterned longsword pointed at Herbert.
Herbert's eyes widened in shock; he never expected that Zhuo Yang could not only speak but also make attacking gestures.
"If you cast your spell, this cruise ship will be doomed. There will be endless bloodshed, and the karmic retribution will surely entangle me. So, die!" Zhuo Yang smirked, lightning crackling on his longsword, which crackled incessantly.
The next moment, he leaped into the air and unleashed a resolute and unwavering sword strike.
It was as if all the righteous energy in the world had been gathered at the tip of the sword, capable of breaking through everything, and even the Heavenly Dao could not stop it.
Herbert was shocked and unable to continue chanting the incantation, so he simply cast the spell that was not yet fully completed.
Countless fireballs pierced through the dark clouds and crashed fiercely down on the stern of the cruise ship from the sky.
"Get behind me!" Zhuo Yang roared, his sword still extended, resolutely thrusting towards Herbert.
Boom...boom...boom...
The fireball descended at an extremely fast speed, striking the stern deck before Zhuo Yang could hit Herbert. The fireball exploded, like missiles, smashing large holes in the deck and sending flames soaring into the sky.
Lu Qianqian used her agility to dodge the fire rain, but the situation was critical.
"die!"
Zhuo Yang roared and fiercely thrust his longsword down.
Herbert brandished his staff, gritting his teeth as he chanted a spell.
Suddenly, water ripples appeared in the air, forming an invisible wall that protected Herbert.
He had used this move before to block Lu Qianqian's magical weapon attacks, and now he was using it to block Zhuo Yang's sword moves.
A loud bang rang out, clear and pleasant amidst the continuous explosions.
Ripples spread through the air as the dragon-patterned longsword pierced through the air wall, its tip touching Herbert's chest, but failing to kill him.
He coughed up a mouthful of blood with a "whoosh," and Herbert was injured by the powerful force.
"Go to hell you!"
The next moment, Lü Qianqian flew in from the outside of the ship's side and stabbed Herbert with her sword from the side.
Caught off guard, Herbert could only stare wide-eyed as the short sword pierced his heart.
With a soft thud, Lü Qianqian drew her short sword, and Herbert collapsed to the ground.
The rain of fire that kept falling disappeared in an instant, and the dark clouds in the sky dissipated, revealing the blood-red sky once again.
The sun was about to disappear below the surface of the sea, turning the sky a blood red.
The stern deck of the cruise ship was dilapidated, with more than a dozen large holes seemingly accusing it, and wisps of smoke rising from it.
Zhuo Yang flicked his longsword, handing Herbert's staff to Lü Qianqian.
"Thank you!" Lü Qianqian glanced at Zhuo Yang, a beautiful smile curving her lips. "It's a pleasure doing business with you!"
Zhuo Yang smiled faintly: "The staff is yours, and the treasures you stole are mine!"
He pointed his longsword at Lü Qianqian, as if to say, "If you don't give me something, I'll stab you."
Her expression quickly turned cold, and Lü Qianqian gritted her teeth and said, "Even thieves have their code of honor. Are you trying to double-cross me?"
Zhuo Yang snorted and said disdainfully, "Little wench, why don't you take out the silver mask from your storage magic treasure and put it on? Then we can have a good exchange of tips on double-crossing, how about that?"