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Chapter 507 - 507 281 Cant Interfere (4000)_2

Chapter 507: 281 Can’t Interfere (4000)_2 Chapter 507: 281 Can’t Interfere (4000)_2 Sheng Feinan strode forward, each step leaving a trace of white frost on the ground, like the trace of a centipede crawling.

Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom!

In the middle of the meeting hall, several shadows collided abruptly.

They perfectly represented the power, speed, and destructiveness of high-level fighters, like missiles exploding in a head-on collision. Five figures clashed and then quickly intertwined again, causing the surrounding air to display a foggy white scene.

It seemed that the confrontation of enormous power caused the airflow at the center of the fight to be pushed out, creating radiating arcs. The white mist shot out all at once, its lingering momentum causing shallow dents in the walls as if it were bullets.

“Master… Master, we…”

The disciples of the Yunquan Fist who were supposed to play the role of the attackers stood dumbfounded, at a loss of what to do.

The plan was to follow the plan set by the Gate Master, setting a trap and then ambushing the intruders. How did it end up like this?

Should they still proceed according to the plan…?

“Huh…” Tom, the Gate Master of Yunquan Fist, exhaled a hot breath.

As he was about to speak, another explosion was heard outside!

“It’s those two!”

He promptly rushed out with Auro, quickly piercing through the hole in the wall to witness the scene in the circular plaza.

A melee of white, black, and red was occurring amongst the crowd, like a jumble of colors smeared on a painting canvas. Each region was in battle.

The white uniformed multitude were disciples of Yunquan Fist.

The black were elite members of the Organization, and the red, the Blood Spirit Association.

The sheer number of white uniforms ought to be the advantage, but they were still struggling to gain the upper hand, constantly being entangled. Especially in the middle passageway, white figures standing was a rare sight.

Obviously, the two strong auras Tom sensed earlier bulldozed their way through, killing and sending all obstructers flying.

“You’re courting death!!!”

Tom and Auro were immediately enraged. Those five in the meeting hall were fighting each other, they could do as they please, but the two outside were wantonly slaughtering disciples of the Yunquan Fist. Even a docile person would lose patience.

Just as they were gathering their strength for a counterattack.

One the sides of the Antique Exhibition building, suddenly four or five objects could be seen dragging red tail flames, whistling towards the middle.

In the circular plaza, two auras erupted suddenly. With the sound of metal humming, three sword glows cut through the air like mirrors. While plowing the marble floor they rushed towards the rocket grenades.

Bang! Bang!

Two of them exploded mid-air, creating billowing air waves.

But three were not stopped, and bombed near the two auras. The overlapping explosion caused the fiery air to surge outward. The expanding orange-red flames scattered metal debris and shattered rocks.

In Tom’s view, a large group of professionally trained men in black lined up on both sides of the plaza. They were stern and cool, with a badge on their chest of an inverted sword wrapped in thorny vines.

Most of them had guns, and there were even quite a few strong men carrying rocket launchers. It was clear they were well-trained.

“Keep bombing, aim at that area!”

A slightly deep young voice suddenly gave an order.

“Yes!”

Immediately, a bunch of rocket launchers aimed at the center of the plaza, and without hesitation, they began bombing. The whistling sounds filled the air, as eight or nine red arcs flew over.

Boom boom boom boom boom…

The grenades drilled into the expanding fireball, making the already fierce flames resemble a mushroom even more. The loud noise was ear-piercing.

Whoosh!

On the edge of the plaza wall, the final red arc flew out. Carrying a tail flame, it mercilessly bore into the flames.

Tom turned his head and saw a black-haired youth in a steward’s uniform jumping down, with a rocket launcher over his shoulder.

He casually threw it, and a subordinate came over to catch it.

The young man sauntered along, the round glasses on the bridge of his nose blocking the sunlight. From other angles, only a reflection of white could be seen, as if it wasn’t glass, but a mirror.

There was a cigarette between his lips, the end of it burning red. A white-gloved hand with unknown letters inscribed on it reached out, pinched the cigarette and took it off.

Smoke swirled between the fingers, gently rising.

“Black Mechanism?”

Tom’s gaze hardened, filled with caution. As the gate master of Yunquan Fist, he had had several encounters with the governmental force, the Black Mechanism. He had even worked with them under some circumstances.

“Nice to meet you.”

The youngster raised his hand and bent over in a gentlemanly gesture.

“Federation Special Affairs Bureau, Section Thirteen, Black Mechanism.”

“Amos, code name: Grim Reaper…”

He straightened up, lit a cigarette again, and his face was immediately shrouded in a white mist. A voice came from inside.

“Mr. Tom, in the face of the current situation, I think…”

“We should cooperate for the time being, shouldn’t we?”

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Ghost Knife’s knives were broken.

He had three sharp combat knives, the decapitation knife, stab knife, and shock knife. Provided by the gate organization, these knives were forged with a special alloy formula by professional casting masters over numerous years. The knife bodies are incredibly hard and tough, capable of effortlessly tearing steel.

In the past, without these combat knives, every battle the Ghost Knife had involved his knife body suffering serious wear, often becoming unusable after four or five sparring sessions or one full-force battle. Part of the reason was the knife body collision, and another part was that Ghost Knife’s knife usage skills were very consumptive of the knife.

But since more than ten years ago, he obtained these three beloved knives.

Ghost Knife Garoro never changed them, only needing to polish them from time to time. The knife bodies were hard and hardly worn. They had accompanied him through thousands of battles over the past ten years.

However, just now.

The shock knife used for blocking was completely blown apart.

It was split into two parts from a position 1/3 from the blade tip, falling to the ground.

Rocket grenades, a double-digit number of rocket grenades!

Even if Ghost Knife is among the best of the “B” level fighters, he could not escape injury. Because the Black Mechanism’s definition of a “B” level is a power comparable to rocket grenades, causing widespread damage, and destroying a wide area.

“B” level masters are akin to autonomous rocket grenade launchers who can move freely. At least at a building demolition level.

This level is all about destructive power.

If they are hit by rocket grenades, they will suffer from shockwaves, high-temperature shrapnel injuries. Unless they have an unmatched physique.

Ghost Knife and Purple General were hit by several rocket grenades during their advance. Even for top “B” levels, they had to pay a price. Garoro’s shock knife shattered and he could no longer use any three blade style prism world techniques. Purple General was also shabby, suffering minor injuries due to the shockwave and in a rather embarrassing state.

In the center of the plaza, the raging flames were split by a sword.

Two figures came out from inside.

Garoro looked gloomy, with a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. He was not concerned about not being able to use the three blade style prism world, just because his beloved knife was broken. The temporary recovery made it impossible for himself to use prism world; using it would cause his injuries to explode all at once. In his best condition, he could only hold onto the two sword style scales of fire.

Next to him, Purple General dusted off his tattered clothes.

He looked at Amos and Tom with gloomy eyes, and as if sensing something, he suddenly looked at one side of the wall.

Boom!

The wall exploded outright.

The five people fighting inside all rushed out.

Among them, one figure was incredibly miserable. Lotus, the chairman of the Blood Spirit Association, was surrounded and attacked by Feng Liusi and Casio, while the Black Peacock was temporarily held back by feinan, unable to provide support for the moment.

The fight didn’t last for more than half a minute.

The tough-looking flesh armor of Lotus was nearly completely devastated, especially by Feng Liusi. In his hands, Lotus’ strong physique was like tofu, breaking and crumbling easily with his blows.

Even the immortality was of no use!

You should know that Lotus drank the concentrated fury potion in the explosion, which brought his healing ability to another level. He even planned to fight against three people like Casio alone, to display his unrivaled combat stance.

In the end…

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