Ko no Dio Da

The pink-haired girl in the lead touched her lips with her cute little finger and said softly, “The auras of those three people don’t seem weak at all.”

The gray-haired man said disdainfully, “This cult trash… even if it were a Third Form Phantom Soul user, I wouldn’t be afraid.”

The pink-haired girl turned to look at the gray-haired boy, watching him with curiosity, “Wow, an Initial Form fighting a Third Form~ So amazing!”

As she spoke, she even made a cute (ง •̀_•́)ง gesture.

The gray-haired boy’s neck turned red from her teasing, and he started spouting nonsense like, “Can an Initial Form from a super squad even be called an Initial Form?” and “I’m a rare genius,” and so on.

An air of amusement emerged in the originally solemn atmosphere.

Liu Zhuang looked at the two of them helplessly, sighed, and pressed their heads down with his huge palms.

Only then did the bickering pair quiet down.

The scar-faced Liu Zhuang rubbed his brown, special-alloy gauntlets and led the two towards the detached attic.

The three Guardians, with their eyes slightly narrowed, seemed to sense the powerful auras outside.

They opened their eyes.

In the middle was a middle-aged man with medium-length hair and a gray shirt. He had a pair of gloomy eyes and held a white blade in his hand.

On the left was a man with short black hair and a black short-sleeved shirt, his attire exuding a sense of sharpness. Four palm-sized darts, shimmering with a subtle light, flew around him.

On the right was a bald man in a white long-sleeved shirt. His shiny head reflected a strange light under the moon. A two-meter-long golden iron staff was held across his chest.

The man in the middle spoke, “Qi Yu, Han Chen, let’s go. Time to welcome our friends from afar.”

Han Chen, dressed in the black short-sleeved shirt, said impatiently, “Yang An, you’re really long-winded~”

As he finished speaking, a “BOOM!” was heard, and the roof of the attic was directly blown off.

Although the attic was built to be a place for leisure and thus had an all-wood structure, it couldn’t be lifted so easily.

Rather, the entire front and roof section had been ripped off.

Instantly, the moonlight shone down unrestrained,灑ing on the three cult Guardians sitting on their cushions.

Liu Zhuang clapped his hands and rolled his neck.

A faint yellow halo still lingered on his brown gauntlets.

Wood splinters fell from his hands to the ground.

Qi Yu, the bald one, opened his eyes.

Seeing Liu Zhuang who had violently demolished the building, he suddenly shot forward like a spring, lunging towards Liu Zhuang with incredible speed.

His long metal staff dragged behind him, closing the ten-meter distance in an instant.

Qi Yu brandished the long staff.

The gleaming golden staff descended from the sky, seemingly intending to smash Liu Zhuang to pieces.

Liu Zhuang’s gauntlets lit up again.

A brown light emanated from his body, and countless specks of light, both visible and invisible, appeared on him.

A massive amount of energy particles were rapidly breaking down.

In his consciousness space, a pair of brown gauntlets emitted a special power, and this power was the reason Liu Zhuang’s gauntlets had turned brown.

At the same time, Liu Zhuang’s muscles contracted sharply.

His legs bent, and with a powerful push from his thighs, a huge crater was stomped into the solid floor, almost punching a hole through it.

“BOOM!!”

Fist met staff.

The ground immediately cracked like a spiderweb.

The cracks then spread, and a huge pit was blasted open.

Liu Zhuang was knocked down through the floor by the metal staff.

And on the other end of the staff, Qi Yu’s hands, which were tightly gripping it, trembled incessantly.

His face flushed red and pale, and his chest heaved violently, as if he were suppressing something.

“Not bad!”

The voice came from below the floor.

To be precise, it came from the second floor.

One blow had sent Liu Zhuang straight down to the second floor, breaking through three layers of flooring.

In the darkness, Liu Zhuang patted his shoulder and stretched his body.

The sound of cracking joints was exceptionally crisp in the dark villa.

Yang An saw the other two attackers reveal themselves and quickly said, “Qi Yu, go and hold him off! Han Chen, we’ll each take one.”

As he spoke, he charged with his blade towards the pink-haired woman.

He who strikes first gains the advantage.

The main reason he chose the pink-haired woman was that, of the auras Yang An sensed, hers was the weakest.

One should always pick the softest persimmon to squeeze.

There were still ten minutes until the altar activated.

For Yang An and the others, these ten minutes were not a life-or-death struggle; they just had to find a way to hold on for ten minutes.

Therefore, a weaker opponent meant a higher chance of survival.

Han Chen muttered disdainfully, “Tch~”

Before the sound had faded, his figure vanished as if erased by a rubber eraser, disappearing directly under the moonlight.

Shi Yidie watched Yang An rushing towards her and said to Fang Han with a smile, “One for each of us~”

As she spoke, she drew a slender sword from her waist.

It was extremely fine, so much so that it was hard to even spot its existence in the night.

But unlike a fencing foil, the slender sword was not perfectly straight, but curved like a plum branch, with hundreds of flowers carved upon it.

Under the faint moonlight, it refracted a pink brilliance.

“The Flower Speaks~ You won’t see tomorrow’s sun~”

A wind from an unknown source carried thousands of pink petals, drifting towards Yang An who was rushing at her.

But the slender sword in Shi Yidie’s hand had vanished.

“Tch, you flashy, stinky wench! Watch me cut you down with one blow!”

Yang An, holding his long saber, charged towards Shi Yidie through the petals, seemingly paying no mind to them at all.

The moment the flowers and the man were about to meet, Yang An retreated in a bizarre posture, and the flowers, which had been on a full-blown offensive, hit nothing but air.

Shi Yidie smiled as she watched Yang An’s sudden retreat.

“Oh~ you figured it out?” she laughed.

A single flower petal flew towards Yang An at high speed.

Yang An quickly dodged, but the petal grazed his clothes.

“Rip~”

A slit was cut open in his clothes.

A petal cutting cloth should be silent; the sound effect was supplied by Shi Yidie herself.

Yang An frowned, “Are those razor blades? What bad luck.”

He thought he had picked the weakest one, only to find out after engaging that she was a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

It seemed the strongest ones really liked to keep a low profile.

On the other side, Han Chen suddenly appeared in mid-air with a whoosh, four darts of different colors circling around him.

Fang Han gripped his black saber, which had not yet changed color, looked arrogantly at the person in the sky, and cursed, “Don’t your balls ache from the wind up there?”

Hearing this, Han Chen showed no reaction.

“Tch~”

Seeing that Han Chen didn’t react, Fang Han clicked his tongue.

It seemed the guy in the sky was planning to stall him.

Fang Han knew he was the only one whose strength hadn’t broken through to the Second Form, so his flying ability was still a bit lacking.

He had spent a great deal of effort just to show off earlier.

Fighting in the air was not his forte.

However, a clever man has his own tricks.

The reason Fang Han was so arrogant was because he truly had the skills to back it up.