A Battle of Wits, Face Successfully Peeled

"He disappeared..."

Inside the cave, the dust settled.

Xu Liu stared at Ji Yan, who had vanished into thin air, his expression stunned. Instinctively, he assumed someone was still hiding in the shadows.

"He didn't disappear."

Dong Sheng looked at the spot where Ji Yan had vanished. A glowing imprint of a gear had appeared on the ground.

As had Wu Wen, who had vanished as well. "Those two have been summoned by the Lord of Fate."

His expression was grim. He had been interrupted at the very last moment.

The more that was the case, the more uneasy he became. "That woman Wu Wen... if she messes this up, I'll make her pay!"

"Ugh... damn it!!"

Over there, after the Sequence artifact, the Hand of Theft, White Gloves, had been melted and destroyed, Xu Liu's hands trembled nonstop as if he had Parkinson's.

"Your hands are crippled?" Dong Sheng glanced sideways at him.

"My... Theft Privilege is out of my control!"

"It's that kid's Term Talent. It's too bizarre..."

Xu Liu pressed down hard on his hands. The eerie items in his Tool Bar were in complete disarray, like lottery balls being shaken around.

"What kind of Term Talent is that? Did you see its name?"

"No, but I'm certain that thing is absolutely that kid's biggest trump card!"

Dong Sheng's eyes flickered.

Both of them assumed the ability of this Chaos Privilege had something to do with its term name. Neither could have imagined it was a massive bug...

At that moment, a dull noise came from outside.

Two figures appeared in the dimness. They were none other than Yuan Ming, who had been slacking off and lurking all this time, and Number Two, controlled by Nangong Tong. After the Dark Court was lifted, the two had wandered