My Pet Beast is Super Fearsome
Chapter 590 - 589 Lingling’s Condition Worsens Again

Chapter 590: Chapter 589 Lingling’s Condition Worsens Again

The sugary voice whispered in Shao Zifeng’s ear like a breeze through orchids, sending a shiver down his spine, "Lingling, stop it."

"No~" Lingling wrapped her arms around Shao Zifeng’s neck, her tender little face rubbing against his, "Lingling still wants to see the Duke’s happy face when he sees me~"

"The Duke won’t stop liking Lingling, right?"

"Lingling would be so sad~"

Lingling’s voice was still sweet, but Shao Zifeng felt a chill down his spine; he forced a smile, "How could I? I like Lingling the most."

"Heehee~"

Lingling let go and flew into Shao Zifeng’s arms, nuzzling against his chest like a kitten, "The Duke... surely loves Lingling the most."

Shao Zifeng looked at the Lingling nestled in his arms, with her familiar black veil hat on her head, her silver hair neatly tucked underneath, revealing her long, pale neck. Below her gothic black puffy skirt were her short legs wrapped in white stockings, and her black round-toe leather shoes swung back and forth.

"Huh?"

Shao Zifeng was surprised to see that Witch Lingling’s appearance had not changed from before—it hadn’t evolved?

But this was clearly not the time for chatting. Not far away, Yaya, who had been infected for the first time, was still transforming, and Shao Zifeng did not expect it to become very powerful; he just wanted to neutralize the virus it had contracted this way.

Lingling reached out her little hand and softly touched Shao Zifeng’s face, whispering, "Be good, Duke. Lingling will come play with you in a bit."

After she finished speaking, she floated up from Shao Zifeng’s embrace and grasped a blood-stained Tang sword from thin air, facing the surging purple-black dragon flame head-on.

As the dragon flame approached, it stirred up waves of heat, and Lingling’s gothic skirt fluttered lightly.

"Heehee~."

Lingling licked her petite fangs with her rosy tongue, and a dangerous red glow flickered beneath the veil covering half her face.

Before her sweet laugh had faded, Lingling’s small body abruptly moved to meet the roaring dragon flame. With a swing of her long sword, the potent dragon flame was split in twain.

The purple-black dragon flame, like water splashing in all directions under the blade’s edge, some streams landing on Lingling’s puffy dress and causing ripples before disappearing.

Both Shao Zifeng and Qi Shaoyan watched dumbfounded as Lingling, holding the Tang sword taller than herself, seemed to possess the aura of a valiant warrior holding a pass alone.

Heat waves continually swept the surrounding dust and smoke, and Lingling raised her head to look at the flying dragon in midair. Li Fangyan, embedded in the dragon’s chest, opened and closed her mouth, uttering obscure syllables, "Shao... Feng... Kill..."

Hearing these words, Lingling cocked her little head, the red glow under her veil growing even colder.

"Suddenly, I feel like playing a game~"

Heavy breathing echoed from the contestant’s passage.

Lu Lu sat against the wall with one hand on her abdomen, blood seeping out from between her fingers and running down; she bit her lip and leaned her head against the wall behind her, pain causing her usually resolute face to twist slightly, sweat soaking her army-green combat uniform.

Not far in front of her lay Tsuruta Yumi on her back in a pool of blood, her purple-black eyes wide open, with a large wound on her neck still bubbling with blood.

Sizzle—

The sound of electricity crackled through the empty corridor.

"Shang Yu calling the captain, Shang Yu calling the captain."

Lu Lu took several deep breaths, trembling hands grabbed the walkie-talkie to her mouth, her hoarse voice saying, "Speak."

"Captain, we’ve found the sabotaged communication equipment; the lines have been cut. It can be fixed in no more than two minutes, but restoring the communication under these circumstances—I’m afraid it might cause public panic... What should we do?"

Thud!

Just then, clear footsteps were heard again from the depths of the corridor; Lu Lu instantly opened her weary eyes and grabbed the bloodied military saber next to her, "Fix it, wait..."

After briefly uttering those two words, he hung up the intercom and stood up from the ground.

She stood upright, her hands tightly gripping the knives in the middle of the corridor as she stared intently into its depths.

In the war room of Su City University, Li Yiming and several others stood in front of a glass wall, looking down at the chaotic scene below.

Xiang Nan’s small dagger danced continually in his hand: "Teacher Yu, are we really not going to help?"

Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaoyu’s eyebrows shot up, and she said fiercely with her hands on her hips, "Help what help? Just to add to the chaos! You all better just stay here and behave yourselves; don’t you have any idea of your own strength?"

Although Li Yiming, Casar, and the others were reluctant, they could not object because the situation was too chaotic. Combat Training Masters who relied on their pets for battle were not only unhelpful in these conditions but might even inadvertently harm ordinary people.

While everyone remained silent, Li Yiren suddenly exclaimed, "Captain..."

They hurriedly looked towards the large screen, silently praying in their hearts.

"Roar!"

The flying dragon, covered in slime, raised its head and let out an angry roar. Its poison sac below the jaw swelled, and sparks flew continuously from the corners of its mouth.

A dozen dark-purple fireballs were spat out like bullets from a machine gun, speeding towards Shao Zifeng and the others with long trailing flames.

With both hands gripping the hilt of her katana, Witch Lingling flashed forward to meet the attack.

Boom, boom, boom!

Her body flickered erratically in mid-air, and with the Break Magic attribute of her katana, she constantly slashed at the fireballs, leaving behind bursts of explosive smoke in her wake.

Seeing that nearly all the attacks were blocked, Li Fangyan opened her mouth wide and continually screamed, "Kill... die... kill kill... ahhh!"

Screams filled with anger and hatred echoed throughout the venue.

The flying dragon’s eyes turned blood red, the liquid on its body boiling, and six dark-purple energy orbs quickly emerged in front of it.

As the Purgatory Explosions merged rapidly, Witch Lingling couldn’t dodge in time and raised her katana to block.

Boom!

A blinding white light burst forth suddenly. The already battered protective shield, overwhelmed, shattered completely. The turbulent blast was terrifying. The impact was so great that seats in the spectator stands were overturned, and many spectators were sent flying.

Cries and screams arose one after the other, leaving an empty space in the front row of the audience stands.

Witch Lingling’s brief block allowed her to be blown backward by the violent explosion. The katana in her hand stabbed into the ground, yet she continued to be pushed back.

"Lingling!"

Hearing Shao Zifeng’s shout, Witch Lingling let go of her hand and allowed herself to be carried backward.

She quickly felt Shao Zifeng catching her, his strong arms protecting her in his embrace.

Witch Lingling lifted her head to look at the panting Shao Zifeng, and the red glow under his black veil softened quite a bit, "Duke, if you keep this up, Lingling won’t want to leave, you know~"

Shao Zifeng glared at her and remained silent, still feeling the painful effect of the blow he had just taken.

Unconcerned, Witch Lingling lay in Shao Zifeng’s arms and started counting on her fingers, "1, 2...1?"

Seeing her adorably confused appearance, Shao Zifeng couldn’t help but ask, "What are you doing?"

"Hehe~"

Witch Lingling gave up counting and, like a kitten, snuggled her face against his chest and said in a coy voice, "Lingling was wondering how many comrades I’d have to kill for the Duke to belong only to Lingling~"

(PS: Praying for the four martyrs who now rest in the Galwan Valley, may their brave souls be immortal.)