What the hell is she saying?
This wasn't just the Flame-Reaver's thought. Even Derick, manipulating his Fourth Clone from afar, was somewhat speechless.
He knew Rappa was a chuuni rapper girl, but witnessing such a display firsthand, Derick still felt a hint of hesitation.
The Flame-Reaver felt the same.
Hailing from Amphoreus, he had never encountered such a culture and completely failed to understand what incoherent nonsense Rappa was spouting.
Who cares? Just cut him down first.
The Flame-Reaver gripped his sword and attacked. Its terrifying might made Rappa's expression shift slightly, but then it quickly turned to excitement.
"Great Arashi God above, may the Shinobi Government reign supreme! We shall use the sharp blade in our hands to slay him!"
Several erratic shurikens flew from her hand, heading straight for the Flame-Reaver. The Flame-Reaver commanded his demonic sword to deal with the shurikens, and at that critical moment, Rappa hurled a colorful canister at him.
The shurikens were no match for the demonic sword; after the flash of the Flame-Reaver's blade, they were sliced in two. The canister met the same fate—the Flame-Reaver's demonic sword cleanly cut through it. However, once cut open, the canister exploded with a pile of colorful pigments.
These colorful pigments, specially formulated by Rappa, immediately burst forth in front of the Flame-Reaver, completely obscuring his vision. With his sight blocked, Rappa rushed to his side, pulling out a short blade and slashing at the Flame-Reaver's waist and abdomen.
The short blade carved a massive wound into the Flame-Reaver's midsection. Rappa's strength was truly immense; this single strike almost bisected the Flame-Reaver, and the gash was deep enough to even reveal his spine.
Seeing Rappa achieve a result, Boothill slightly relaxed, but then immediately yelled, "Rappa, girl, don't—"
"Got it!" Rappa reacted instantly, her lithe waist twisting downwards. Just as she twisted, the Flame-Reaver's demonic sword sliced past less than five centimeters above her lower abdomen. Had Rappa not heeded Boothill's warning just now, her abdomen would have also suffered heavy injuries.
"By his freaking boots! That guy's life force is stronger than even those Abundance abominations!" Boothill yelled loudly at Rappa.
"I know." Rappa nodded firmly.
She then looked at Boothill, who was off to the side, and then at Derick's Fourth Clone, who was poised to attack at any moment. She sprinted to Boothill's side and quickly asked,
"Silver Lance Asura, sir! Monster: How's the speed of the Shinobi net?"
"I don't know, but don't worry, as long as we escape, that guy definitely won't deal with it," Boothill quickly replied to Rappa.
He had figured it out: both monsters could be considered immortal beings; no matter how they fought, a victor wouldn't be decided. And in such a stalemate, it clearly disadvantaged the stronger party.
Therefore, the cloaked monster certainly wouldn't want to get tangled up, but would instead focus his target on him and Rappa, who didn't possess immortality.
"Alright, Silver Lance Asura, tuck in your limbs, let's move out immediately, evade the Shinobi Government!" Rappa continued her rap, grabbing Boothill and sprinting towards the city streets ahead. Boothill's limbs were severely injured, so rather than letting him escape on his own, it was faster for her to grab his torso and run.
Rappa had always claimed she could crush a star with her bare hands. While she probably couldn't actually do it, it showed that Rappa's strength was definitely not small. Grabbing Boothill in her hands hardly affected Rappa's movements.
With Boothill in tow, a skateboard appeared beneath Rappa's feet. The skateboard seemed to have boosters, and after Rappa grabbed Boothill and stepped on it, the board erupted with fierce exhaust flames, propelling both of them forward into the distance.
As she fled into the distance, Rappa continued to hurl various items at the Flame-Reaver. There were shurikens, those canister-packed pigments, Liu, or other miscellaneous junk.
The Flame-Reaver saw this situation. Although he still held a greater grudge against Derick's Second Clone, for the sake of victory in battle, he still raced straight towards Rappa and Boothill.
Earlier, cutting open those canister-packed pigments had caused them to explode. The Flame-Reaver learned his lesson and this time, seeing the pigments coming, he didn't slash but dodged to the side. However, this time the Flame-Reaver hadn't expected the canister-packed pigments to still explode near him, unleashing various colored paints and obstructing his vision once more.
Canister-packed pigments explode when cut? Haha, just kidding, they explode even if you don't cut them.
Rushing through the pigments, the Flame-Reaver lost sight of Rappa. But at that moment, several gigantic shurikens fell from the sky above. Fortunately, the Flame-Reaver had other demonic swords nearby, and as the shurikens descended, the demonic swords soared up to intercept them.
The Flame-Reaver closed in step by step. Even with Rappa on a skateboard, the Flame-Reaver's speed surpassed hers. After just a few blocks, the Flame-Reaver was about to catch up to Rappa.
However, at that moment, the Flame-Reaver suddenly felt his body stiffen, as if he had entered a net and couldn't move. Upon closer inspection, the Flame-Reaver realized he had indeed entered a net. Fine, yet extremely strong threads appeared on all parts of his body. These threads were so fine they appeared almost transparent at first glance, but their strength was immense. Currently, the threads were digging into the Flame-Reaver's flesh, and the slightest movement tore his skin.
Rappa then appeared alone above the Flame-Reaver. She had already placed Boothill in a safe location; now it was just her. Watching the Flame-Reaver tangled in the threads, Rappa immediately ignited them.
"Flames touch the sky, burning away all impurities... Perform!"
Blazing flames engulfed the Flame-Reaver's entire body.
Rappa saw this and didn't linger. According to what Silver Lance Asura had told her, the cloaked monster's recovery ability meant that these mere cuts and internal burning could never finish him off.
Rappa had to keep running forward and set up more, even more concealed, and deadlier new traps. As a ninja, one must be flexible and adaptable, using every means to achieve her goals. Even a Shinobi Hero's objective was to uphold justice, and their methods needn't be bound by formalities.
Rappa sped away into the distance. Just a few seconds after Rappa left, the Flame-Reaver, still engulfed in flames, burst out from this spot and raced straight in the direction Rappa had gone.
The Flame-Reaver had effectively died and resurrected once more. His mental state worsened, and he was more heavily influenced by the demonic sword.
Staring intently at Rappa, on this planet, his primary hatred was now Rappa. That dark monstrous kin who had tricked him several times, and that man with the revolver... pistol, didn't seem so important to the Flame-Reaver at this moment.
As she continued to lay down and ignite her threads, Rappa lightly tapped her foot against the wall, keeping time.
First, I'll kill that brat.
One day later.
Onboard the Lofu Xianzhou Starship, Derick, Castorice, Cipher, Polyxia, and Hyacine were all meditating with their eyes closed. Aside from Derick, who was adjusting his state while simultaneously manipulating his Fourth Clone, the others were all fully devoted to their physical recovery.
They harbored too much hatred for the Flame-Reaver.
Uprooted from their homes, they didn't know when they could return. And what was the situation with their other Golden Warriors back home? Was Amphoreus still alright?
All these worries transformed into deep hatred.
And for this hatred, there was only one outlet:
The Flame-Reaver.
They would adjust their states to the optimal, to let the Flame-Reaver's life meet its terminus.
Sensing their collective atmosphere, the other people around them also reduced their joking and banter. Even Qingque was the same.
Though Qingque usually presented herself as a lazybones who loved to fish and gamble, Qingque was also a genuine Xianzhou person.
What's the most famous trait of Xianzhou people?
They always repay their grudges.
Feeling the thoughts of revenge from Castorice and the others, Qingque felt nothing but support for them in her heart.
Baobao Stelle also harbored the thought of sticking up for her friends. She didn't know where she found a soft cloth, but she was now gently inspecting her baseball bat with it.
Watch me turn that enemy into minced meat!
Baobao Stelle thought to herself.
Jingliu sat silently to the side, holding her sword. She was unfamiliar with everyone else on the Starship. Aside from Derick's talent, which mildly interested her, she didn't care about anything else.
She was simply waiting for the Starship to reach its destination, then she would see if the enemy was worth it, and if there would be an opportunity for her to draw her sword.
The only one who remained active on the entire Starship was Yunli.
Her desire for revenge was no worse than Castorice and the others. In fact, her desire to hunt the demonic swords was deeply etched into her soul. Whenever she faced an opportunity to capture a demonic sword, Yunli would do so at all costs. At this moment, her heart held only one thought: to seize the demonic swords. Anxious, she paced back and forth on the Starship.
Stomping barefoot on the ground, she incessantly muttered to herself.
As Yunli was muttering, she looked at Qingque and couldn't help but ask, "Miss Qingque, when will we encounter that enemy?"
"Let me see, according to the calculations on the star map..." "Wait, no!" Qingque, watching the star map and observing the information transmitted by the spaceship, suddenly let out a shout.
"Huh? What is it?" Yunli quickly grabbed Qingque's shoulder and asked.
"Ahead of us, traces of a Galaxy Ranger have appeared!" Feeling her shoulder about to be crushed, Qingque quickly replied.
"Sorry." Seeing Qingque's pained expression, Yunli quickly released her grip, but still asked, "What about it? What about the Galaxy Ranger?"
The Galaxy Rangers and the Xianzhou Alliance both worshipped the Hunt Star God, so their relationship could be said to be quite good.
But right now, for everyone on the Starship, the Galaxy Ranger's presence wasn't that important.
Qingque rolled her eyes at Yunli. "Yunli, seriously, don't you know what kind of people the Galaxy Rangers are? Since they've spotted the Flame-Reaver, do you think they'll let him freely destroy and slaughter?"
"So, you're saying the demonic swords are right before our eyes?"
Qingque said, surprised.
"Theoretically, yes." Qingque nodded.
At this moment, Derick also glanced at Qingque.
Yes, Qingque, you're not wrong. The Flame-Reaver is currently on this planet ahead, and he's engaged in guerrilla warfare with the Galaxy Ranger Rappa.
Hearing the conversation between Qingque and Yunli, Castorice and the others also opened their eyes.
"Let's hurry and go," Cipher couldn't help but say to Qingque.
Qingque, sensing the others' eagerness, also shouted loudly. Following the direction on the star map, she commanded the pilot of the Starship to descend towards that planet.
And as the Starship descended, two individuals couldn't hold back the moment it entered the atmosphere.
One was Yunli; she was impatient to find those demonic swords. The other was Derick, because through the perspective of his Fourth Clone, Derick clearly saw that Rappa was in a desperate situation.
It would be too late by the time the Starship landed.
Yunli quietly opened the Starship's hatch and jumped down first. Watching her movements, Derick immediately followed.
"I'll go with her and see."
The two of them jumped down.
And Sushang, who was off to the side, saw this situation and couldn't help but remember what those two looked like together that night.
Do I know too many secrets? Sushang thought to herself.
Rappa was now in a desperate situation.
She had set up a series of traps that caused the Flame-Reaver quite a bit of trouble. But the disparity in strength, after all, could not be compensated for by such methods. Especially with the Flame-Reaver's immortality, he had innumerable chances to reset.
After Rappa delayed the Flame-Reaver for an entire day, she was finally cornered into a desperate situation by him.
To rescue Rappa, Derick's Fourth Clone had been sliced into over a hundred pieces and thrown into a ground fissure that had opened due to the battle. Boothill's body hadn't recovered yet, and Rappa was out of options.
Rappa gripped the last scroll on her person.
Even if I die, I'll self-destruct and cause you some damage.
Rappa thought to herself.
The Flame-Reaver gripped his sword, ready to step forward and finish off Rappa. This brat had caused him quite a bit of trouble, making his rage level rise considerably. He absolutely had to quell this wrath with her death.
As he raised his sword, poised to strike, the Flame-Reaver suddenly felt a pang of unease.
Why do I feel this way?
Thinking this, the Flame-Reaver glanced up at the sky.
And just as he looked, Derick, wielding his new weapon, descended from the sky.
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I'm so, so sorry! I uploaded the wrong chapter today!
The director was so tired yesterday... But I'm uploading two extra chapters to make it up to you!
My apologies again! ;-; S2