classifiedscript Chapter 436 - 108: He... Is Just Too Strong
Chapter 436 - 108: He... Is Just Too Strong
By the time he left the Noxus Alliance Law Enforcers’ territory, the night was already impenetrably dark. The emergency lights in the alley cast a dim yellow halo, stretching Qin Feng’s shadow long and thin.
As expected, the moment he stepped into his home, the special communicator on his waist began to vibrate wildly. It was an encrypted communication request from the higher-ups of the Noxus Alliance, coming in one wave after another—what could only be described as "carpet-bomb harassment."
The voice on the other end carried an intentionally softened warmth, but their core request was direct and urgent: they hoped "Tingfeng" would join the Noxus Alliance and become their core fighting force.
This whole display was identical to when the Freljord Alliance had learned his identity. Everyone wanted to pull this legend—a man who could single-handedly take on the Eight Realms Alliance Army—into their own faction.
Qin Feng watched the constantly flashing request indicator on his communicator and rubbed the bridge of his nose in resignation. After accepting the call, his tone was calm but held an undeniable certainty:
"I appreciate everyone’s kind offer, but I truly have no intention of joining any Player Alliance. I hope you can understand."
He deliberately slowed his speech, avoiding unnecessary pleasantries. He neither put on airs nor left them much room for persuasion. After all, he had dealt with this kind of "recruitment" attempt from the Freljord Alliance several times before; a clean and direct response saved the most effort.
After dealing with the successive waves of recruitment attempts from the Noxus Alliance, Qin Feng casually switched the communicator to silent and tossed it onto the stone table, where it landed with a soft CLACK.
He turned and walked onto the balcony. His Field of View instantly pierced the deep night and the city, roaming through cities all across Hua Country—in other words, everywhere a Holy Empire Envoy’s gaze could reach.
Qin Feng’s gaze sharpened, and a keen glint flashed in his eyes.
At this very moment, these Holy Empire Envoys were moving through the streets and alleys of Hua Country. They were following the various clues leaked by Wang Chao to track down the fleeing, scattered members of the Evil God Players Alliance, as well as the as-yet-unexposed Evil God Believers hidden among them.
The midnight commercial street had shed its daytime clamor. Only the Zero-star lights of office buildings and the dim yellow of streetlights blurred in the curtain of rain.
Holy Empire Envoy 18 stood by the railing of a pedestrian overpass. His black combat suit outlined a trim figure, and his face—indistinguishable from the original’s—was completely expressionless. Only the replica Beheading Sword in his palm glinted with a cold, silver light.
The peculiar Sacred Patterns engraved on the scabbard were growing faintly warm, flowing with the Holy Power that circulated around him.
He had just used his "highest-level Reconnaissance ability" to pinpoint three Evil God Players: one in the abandoned newspaper kiosk on the corner, another in the fire escape of the opposite building, and a third at the entrance to the underground garage.
The enemy, it seemed, had also used some reconnaissance methods of their own to discover Holy Empire Envoy 18 and his Beheading Sword. In unison, they all turned to look at him as he stood by the railing of the overpass.
The first to attack was the Evil God Player archer from behind the newspaper kiosk.
A dark green Poison Arrow shot through the rain, its tip wreathed in an evil mist capable of corroding Holy Power, aimed straight for the center of Holy Empire Envoy 18’s back.
But it was as if Holy Empire Envoy 18 had eyes in the back of his head. He pivoted, his left foot grinding lightly against the ground, and drew his Beheading Sword half an inch. The blade’s edge met the arrow’s shaft with perfect precision.
CLANG! The instant the Poison Arrow was deflected, he was already dashing through the puddles. The footwork of a Sigmar Combat Priest kept his steps rock-steady on the slick ground, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of the newspaper kiosk.
The terrified Evil God Player archer drew another arrow, but Holy Empire Envoy 18 flicked his wrist. The Beheading Sword traced a golden arc, and the blade-wind from his "Holy Arc Slash," wreathed in Holy Flame, not only split the incoming arrow but continued on to sweep across the kiosk’s sheet-metal roof.
The Holy Flame touched the Evil Energy Scrolls piled inside the kiosk, and they instantly erupted in blue fire.
Just as the Evil God Player archer was about to flee, Holy Empire Envoy 18 closed the distance. His left hand clamped down on the archer’s pauldron, and Holy Power poured in from his fingertips, instantly suppressing the Evil Power within the archer’s body.
"Punishment."
As the word was spoken, he gave a slight flick of his wrist, and the flat of the Beheading Sword struck the back of the archer’s head. The man collapsed on the spot, a powerful holy fluctuation manifesting between his eyebrows.
Just then, the chanting of a Spell echoed from the fire escape, and the Evil God Player Mage’s Shadow Tentacles coiled around Holy Empire Envoy 18’s ankle.
Holy Empire Envoy 18 leaped into the air, pushing off his toes. Spinning, he unleashed "Holy Cross Slash." The Beheading Sword cut two intersecting golden arcs of light, cleanly severing all the Shadow Tentacles.
The fluid from inside the tentacles splattered onto the ground, making a corrosive SIZZLE.
He landed right at the exit of the fire escape, just as the Mage’s freshly conjured Shadow Fireball came hurtling toward him. But Holy Empire Envoy 18 neither dodged nor evaded. He held the Beheading Sword vertically in front of himself, and the Sacred Patterns on its scabbard erupted in a brilliant flash of light.
"Block!"
The Fireball slammed into the blade and was instantly neutralized and absorbed.
At that moment, the thunder of hoofbeats erupted from the underground garage. The final Evil God Player, a Knight, charged out wielding a lance. His warhorse splashed through the puddles, the lance whistling through the air as it aimed for Holy Empire Envoy 18’s face.
Holy Empire Envoy 18 sidestepped the lance, simultaneously reaching out to grab its shaft. Holy Power surged from his arm into the weapon, and the shaft was instantly covered in cracks.
The Evil God Player Knight, both shocked and enraged, yanked hard on his lance, trying to pull it back for defense. But Holy Empire Envoy 18 used the momentum to lunge forward, his Beheading Sword sliding along the lance’s shaft toward the Knight’s throat.
Before the blade even made contact, the Holy Power preceding it had already begun to sear the Knight’s neck. He screamed and fell from his horse, his armor shattering into pieces under the Powerful force.