AZI Volume 4 Chapter 47

"Uh…?"

Sensing an unusual blast of wind pushing her crimson hair to the left, Mo-laoban turns her head to the right, and—

"…"

A dark blade lunges pass the bottom of her arm, and as the hand that is holding onto this weapon rises upwards—

*Siiiii!* blood splatters into the air, along with Mo-laoban's severed right hand, and the cold spirit ore.

Reaching forth with his left hand, Long Hua grabs the cold spirit ore out of the air, and immediately stores it away into his storage pouch, while turning around and leaving.

As her severed right hand falls downwards, Mo-laoban catches it with her left hand.

"M-Mo-laoban, this…- I'll call the ambulance!"

Recovering from his state of shock, the worker takes out his phone, and dials for an ambulance; however—

"No need."

Positioning the severed right hand near the wound, light emanates from the point of contact, and rather quickly, the severed right hand is reattached.

Opening and closing her right hand, Mo-laoban turned towards the direction that Long Hua had fled, and narrowing her eyes, she remarks—

"I didn't think there was any Sinner capable of catching me off guard in this world."

With a cold smile on her alluring face, Mo-laoban charges out of the cargo hold, and within an instance—

"Uh…!"

Despite having his invisibility camouflage active, Mo-laoban had effortlessly placed her right hand onto Long Hua's left shoulder, causing him to widen his eyes beneath the helmet.

As Mo-laoban applies greater strength into her grip—seemingly intent on crushing his shoulder, Long Hua abruptly raises his movement speed.

With his clothes still being grabbed onto under these circumstances, the fabric is ripped off, along with a layer of his own skin.

Upon distancing himself from Mo-laoban—

"…"

Long Hua deactivates the pointless camouflage, and glances at his bleeding wound.

(…I should treat her as someone who can fight surnamed Ye and surnamed Shao with ease.)

Thinking of this, and using the Divine Weapon of Tai Xuan, the ripped portion of Long Hua's robes begins to mend itself.

As the winds pick up, rain begins to fall from the dark skies.

"…"

Walking towards Long Hua's direction, and maintaining a distance of a dozen meters between them, Mo-laoban asks—

"Who are you? And why do you want that cold spirit ore?"

"Does a person really need to have a reason to want another person's valuables?"

Raising a chuckle, Mo-laoban replies—

"True. But do you have the skills to keep that valuable?"

"Things that have already entered my mouth aren't easily retrieved."

"Shall see."

"…"

As tension rises between the two, the rain harshens, and—

"…"

"…"

Simultaneously, the two steps forward, and closes the distance between one another.

As Mo-laoban strikes a punch, Long Hua receives it with his sword; however—

*Klang!* unlike the first time, blood doesn't flow, and the impact of hitting Mo-laoban's fist feels akin to hitting an object of equal sturdiness.

*Klang! Klang! Klang!* despite the oddity of this situation, Long Hua continues to exchange hits with Mo-laoban amidst the rain.

With each exchange, any droplets of water that are near them, or are on their persons are forcefully blown aside!

(The fact that she has her right-hand reattached—means she's able to utilize her Weapon Spirit True Body…)

Realizing that Mo-laoban has yet to even call out her Relic, but is already capable of putting up a fight, Long Hua can't help but frown beneath his helmet, as he reelevates her strength.

"…"

"…!"

Barely avoiding Mo-laoban's strike, which manages to chip off a bit of his helmet, Long Hua immediately chooses to create some distance.

"Want to run?"

Just as Mo-laoban is about to give chase—

*Bang!!!*

"…"

Shifting her attention to the right, Mo-laoban sees a large bullet cutting across the droplets of rainwater to arrive in front of her face.

Upon contact with her forehead—

*Boom!!!* being a Spirit Armament, the special nature of the bullet is set off, causing it to detonate!

Rather quickly, three more figures rush forth, and holding up their respective firearms, and in the same instance—

*Tatatatatatatatata!!!* the three dummy units press down on the trigger—to continuously lay waste onto the target that is inside of the smoke!

"Right on time."

"Un."

Glancing to his left, and sheathing Shui Yue away, Long Hua sees Tian Cheng.

Without wasting any time, Long Hua draws his bike out of the storage pouch.

Having thought that he might need to make a getaway from the scene, the bike has been pre-modified by the Divine Weapon of Tai Xuan.

"Withdraw."

As Tian Cheng calls back the dummy units, and stores them away, she and Long Hua mount the sports bike.

*Vrrroooooom!* twisting the throttle harshly, the engine of the bike raises a fierce roar, and just as the smoke begins to clear—

"…"

"Tch."

Seeing Mo-laoban, who is pretty much unharmed—aside from a few rips, and tears on her clothes, Long Hua clicks his tongue.

Activating the recently installed barrier device, a honeycomb-shaped barrier manifests to surround the entirety of the bike.

As Tian Cheng hugs onto him from behind, Long Hua launches the bike off in first gear—prior to shifting into second.

*Vrrrooom!* and despite Mo-laoban standing directly in front of his path, Long Hua doesn't hesitate to charge towards her.

"Hmph."

Raising a cold snort, Mo-laoban lowers her stance, and as soon as the bike is within the reach of her right hand—

*Boom!!!*

"Uh…?!"

To Long Hua's astonishment, Mo-laoban pierced her hand through the barrier—to grab onto the bike's front wheel!

Pushed back by a few meters, Mo-laoban strengthens her grip, and throws the entire bike—with both Long Hua and Tian Cheng still on it, into the air!