Fourth Master Arrives Right on Time
"Get out of here! Get out of here!!"
Miss Sinister's black hair flew wildly in the air.
The left side of his face bulged with a ghastly, eerie white male cheekbone, while blood continued to flow down the right side of his face.
He raised his only remaining left hand, fingers outstretched, towards the sky.
All the remaining energy in the body, along with telekinesis and mental storm, transformed into a purplish-black pillar of destructive light that surged upwards!
"Claudine! Are you insane?!"
"This will burn away the very essence of this body!"
The hoarse male voice in her mind roared in exasperation, but Miss Sinister gritted her teeth and ignored it all.
"Shut up! It's none of your business how I behave!"
"If we're going to die, we'll all die together!"
In mid-air, the giant palm collided head-on with the purplish-black beam of light.
The shockwave swept outwards from the platform, crushing the scattered glass wreckage of the incubation chambers on the ground into powder before they even had a chance to roll or crawl.
"Holy crap, how come this old woman's final burst of energy is even powered by nuclear energy?"
Sing Sing Chow was stuck in mid-air, unable to fall.
The bones in his arms creaked and groaned, and blood oozed from every pore of his body.
Even so, Sing Sing gritted his teeth and pressed on.
"Go to hell, you peasant!"
On the platform, Miss Sinister's feet began to sink.
The left half of his face, which was male, stretched out a grin towards his ear.
Buzz!
A sharp spiritual spike forked out from the side of the pillar of light, heading straight for Sing Sing's brow and sea of consciousness.
"Sing Sing!"
Li Ding'an's eyes were bloodshot, and he slammed his head down, biting the back of the knife with his teeth.
With his last breath, he hurled the broken sword like a javelin at Miss Sinister's back!
Yang Jianhua attacked simultaneously, his soft sword flying out of his hand and heading straight for Miss Sinister's right rib.
Xu Xi struggled to her feet, picked up a piece of iron from the ground with two fingers, and flicked it.
Chan Ka-kui grabbed a half-deformed metal block from the side and, together with Ma Jun beside him, threw all the scrap metal they could find at Miss Sinister.
With his bloodshot eyes half-closed, Yan Shuangying coughed up a mouthful of blood and pulled the trigger again.
Bang!
The shot was aimed at Miss Sinister's left eye socket, where blood was already flowing out.
Broken swords, flexible swords, shards of iron, and a jumble of other debris and bullets all smeared onto Miss Sinister's face at once.
"A bunch of damn bugs!!"
Miss Sinister Ominous, who was originally unleashing her full power to attack Sing Sing with her mental spikes, suddenly felt a sharp pain in her head. Mr. Sinister's remaining consciousness instinctively took over half of his body, forcibly diverting his computing power to block.
It was this subconscious snatching and harassment that caused the rhombus-shaped red Crystal on her forehead to completely dim.
In mid-air, Sing Sing's sharp mental thorn pierced his head, causing a splitting headache.
Seeing that the opportunity was fleeting, the last drop of potential in his dantian was completely exhausted.
The palm print expanded to more than double its original size, crushing the purplish-black beam of light into a cloud of black smoke with overwhelming force.
Click!
The crisp sound of crystals shattering echoed throughout the venue.
A handprint fell from the sky.
The diamond-shaped red mark on her forehead, symbolizing her genetic origin and spiritual center, shattered into countless scattered red powders.
"No... my perfect evolution..."
Miss Sinister, along with the screams echoing in her mind, caused her body to violently boil and disintegrate.
Thump!
As the golden light faded, Sing Sing fell straight to the ground.
When his feet touched the ground, his knees buckled, and he stumbled forward two large steps before he fell.
Before he could even catch his breath, he pulled out the Pig Butchering Knife and stabbed the Miss Sinister Xiong Zhao right in the heart with a swift and ruthless blow!
Pfft!
The Pig Butchering Knife went in without its handle, Sing Sing gripped the handle and stirred it back and forth.
"Strike while the iron is hot and kill him!"
"He's not proactive in last-hitting minions; he's got a screw loose."
Sing Sing pulled out the Pig Butchering Knife and looked at the rapidly shrinking body at his feet.
Miss Sinister's eyes, a mixture of madness and arrogance, completely lost focus, and her lips trembled as she uttered the last half of her sentence:
"Genes... will not... end..."
As soon as she finished speaking, her entire body rapidly carbonized and turned black, scattering into ashes all over the ground.
"Phew... it's finally over."
Sing Sing's legs felt like they were made of lead, he swayed twice, and then collapsed to the ground.
The platform was a mess.
Eight people lay sprawled on the ground, none of them able to stand up straight.
Li Ding'an leaned against the iron railing, his one arm hanging at his side as he gasped for breath.
Shi Xiaoyan and Yang Jianhua sat facing each other with their backs to each other.
You pressed on the bloody hole in my waist, and I covered the gash on your shoulder for you.
Xu Xi lay down again, her chest rising and falling much more steadily. She turned her head to look at Yan Shuangying, who was leaning against the steps next to her, resting with her eyes closed.
"Ahem... Hey everyone, you're all still breathing, right?"
Sing Sing shakily reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes.
He rummaged around for a bit, picked out the only unbroken piece, stuffed it into his mouth, and it took him three tries to light the fire.
After taking a satisfying big puff, Sing Sing casually handed the cigarette to Chan Ka-kui's lips.
"Have a bite, Old Six. That move you did when you smashed that guy was pretty cool."
Despite his bruised and swollen face, Chan Ka-kui didn't mind; he opened his swollen, sausage-like lips, bit down on the cigarette butt, and took a puff.
"Cough cough! Why does this smoke taste like blood?"
Chan Ka-kui rolled his eyes, exhaled the smoke, and asked in a hoarse voice:
"We did such a great job on this mission, it should at least be considered a top-level work injury, right?"
Ma Jun, who was standing next to him, moved his forearm and gasped in pain.
"It has to be top-notch. If they shortchange me on nutrition allowances, I'll lie in Uncle Biao's office every day!"
Sing Sing Chow lay on his back on the ground, listlessly counting on his fingers:
"A Class A work-related injury is definitely guaranteed; the hospitalization food allowance will be the highest standard of 200 yuan per day, plus ten cans of ginseng and old hen soup per person..."
"By the way, Xiaoyan, please quote a higher price for that oil-paper umbrella."
As Sing Sing spoke, his voice grew softer and softer.
Just then, a portal lit up next to the platform.
A warm, bright golden light dispelled the chill, and Hu Yingying led the paramedics carrying a stretcher as they rushed out of the portal.
"Medical team, move in immediately! Proceed with the highest level of emergency response!"
Looking at the eight people on the platform, none of whom were in good condition, Hu Yingying's eyes immediately welled up with tears.
The air, which was originally filled with the smell of blood, was suddenly infused with the aroma of herbs.
"In youth, one inexplicably indulges in romantic pursuits; in old age, one idly retires from all worldly affairs."
Before the words were finished, a figure slowly walked out from behind the portal.
He wore a wide, pale yellow brocade cloak with dark patterns, the collar and cuffs trimmed with fine white edges.
Her clothes flowed gracefully as she moved, her large sleeves billowing in the air.
Wearing a jade crown with pearl tassels hanging on both sides, the most eye-catching feature is her two slightly upturned white eyebrows.
The dark blue, curved tattoo below his right eye, against his warm, fair skin, exuded an air of otherworldly elegance and carefree detachment.
He took a puff of his cigarette and exhaled a string of smoke rings.
"Hmph, this is so noisy, it's making the old man's ears calloused."
As Sing Sing lay on the ground, his eyelids rolled upwards, and he burst into tears.
"Oh my goodness!"
"Fourth Master! You've finally arrived just in time for lunch!"