The King of Black Fog

On the other side.

Li Changzhou instantly pounced within five meters of the Drunkard, with the Black Death God floating behind him, raising the huge White Bone Scythe.

The pale scythe, moving too fast, sliced toward the Drunkard like moonlight turned into a ribbon.

The Drunkard, as if drunk with fury and fearlessness, lifted his enormous arms that could station a horse, reaching for the scythe with his left hand and punching toward Li Changzhou with his right.

"Hiss——"

In the roar of rage, the sound of rain, and the whistle of the punch, this burning sound was insignificant.

The scythe glided over much like it was cutting across the surface of water, slicing through the Drunkard's left arm.

The Drunkard's left arm fell limply, like a noodle, making a 'pat' when it hit the side of his body.

The Drunkard felt nothing, his body reeking of alcohol, which infused into the punch he threw at Li Changzhou, his massive fist shredding through the air.

Li Changzhou ducked, swinging his right arm.

The Emerald Bee Sword, like an azure dragon bursting from its sleeve, expanded on exposure to light, humming as it lightly skimmed the root of the Drunkard's right arm.

'Pat,' another crisp sound as the whole right arm dropped to the ground like dead meat, the Drunkard's shoulders gushing blood like a waterfall.

"Ah!!!"

The Drunkard's neck, sturdy as a bull's, clenched with veins protruding one by one, and he finally felt the pain.

But the alcohol had numbed all his perception, turning his fear, dread of death, panic, all into excitement, rage, and strength.

His eyes blood-red, he bellowed like a bull, head reared back in a buildup, then charged headfirst at Li Changzhou.

The scythe's moonlight glow dropped a head, placed in front of the charging Drunkard's head, the two sliding past each other, unobtrusive.

The Drunkard's eyes gradually whitened, and he fell heavily to the ground like a mountain collapsing, making a 'thud!', his teeth grating harshly against the concrete.

Li Changzhou glanced at the gradually shrinking Drunkard and the white Identity Card on the ground, then lifted his eyes toward the nun.

"Pfft!"

The moose snorted, Li Changzhou's mind went blank, and he turned his gaze toward the stag.

'Mating Competition'

As long as he competed with it and won, he could mate with the female on its back.

In the haze of hormones, Sister Larena's lips appeared seductively luscious;

In his fantasy, Sister Larena's pure white teeth gently bit his earlobe, then tenderly sucked on it.

Win over this moose, and he could embrace Sister Larena in his arms, mating with her to his heart's content.

The moose eyed him fiercely, its breath scorching, filled with the desire to mate, its huge antlers aimed at Li Changzhou.

Meanwhile, Sister Larena chanted, "The Lord said, man shall surely face tribulation in life——"

The sound seemed like a moan...

"——like sparks flying upward."

...and then like a chuckle whispering into his ear, breath tickling the roots, itchy and seemingly comforting.

Sparks fell from the heavens.

One of them moved swiftly, landing on Li Changzhou, burning through his uniform, charring a black hole into his body.

His eyes turned blood-red, filled with pain, but also with the excitement and fury of competing with the moose.

The Black Death God roared silently, the White Bone Scythe cleaving, its tip like a cold star, defying the downpour of red sparks, aiming for the moose's brow.

"Moo!"

The moose bellowed a low roar, its intricate antlers twisting like chains, intent on strangling the White Bone Scythe.

A shower of sparks was already falling, about to submerge Li Changzhou.

Li Changzhou's bloodshot eyes were fixed only on the moose.

In that split second, Sister Larena's body went numb, a strong sense of crisis looming.

Like an ax-chopped scythe, it abruptly swung sideways, heading towards Sister Larena's waist like cutting through wheat.

"A voice from heaven cried out!" Sister Larena's voice was commanding yet tinged with urgency, "Do not stretch out your hand to harm her!"

The scythe stopped at Sister Larena's waist, the breeze lightly brushing over, her nun's veil at times passing through the scythe.

Li Changzhou slowly clenched his fist, the heavens-full of sparks reversed course, converging on his fist.

He punched out.

Boom!

Flame Wave!

Bull Horn Spiral Force!

Sparks formed a drill bit, piercing through the moose's body, boring through the ground, leaving a charred crater behind.

A smoking hole traversed the moose from head to tail, the inside of the hole lined with charred flesh and scorched bone.

Sister Larena lightly jumped down, landing on the ground, and the next moment, the moose's huge frame collapsed, like a bonfire, or like what the Cannibal Tribe left of bones and fur after a feast.

There was no Identity Card, it must be in someone else's hands.

"Good skill." Li Changzhou exclaimed.

His Bull Horn Spiral Force didn't have such power at all; those sparks burned people and objects just as easily as a mosquito coil burns a plastic bag.

Sister Larena's gaze swept over the holes scorched through Li Changzhou's body by the sparks.

She had been duped by this, thinking that Li Changzhou had fallen for the moose's 'Mating Competition.'

'Mating Competition' has a flaw—in comparison to a nun, if there's someone else who desires to mate even more, the skill will be ineffective.

This flaw wasn't really a flaw.

Sister Larena, a beauty combining Eastern and Western elements.

Jet-black hair cascaded behind her head, falling to the middle of her back;

Golden almond eyes possessed an enchanting allure;

Her full bosom pushed up the plain nun's outfit, her waist slender as a flower stem:

The skirt clung to her lower body, perfectly outlining the slenderness and fullness of her legs.

A devilish figure paired with the pure aura of a nun, no one could resist Larena's charm, not even women.

But...

Li Changzhou brushed his finger over the wounds on his body, subconsciously wanting to roll the blood into beads, then remembered he had to hide his identity, and finally desisted.

"Impossible!" the man riddled with arrow wounds wailed pitifully, "Miles predicted an eighty percent chance of victory! It can't be! We can't lose!"

The Water Woman was down to just three tendrils.

All the water in the pool had been extinguished by Li Qianxia, drenching the concrete floor of the wood processing factory.