Forsaken Traveler stepped onto the War Boat, intending to slaughter the younger generation of the Spiritualized Universe. Suddenly, a sharp glint flashed before him. He hurriedly retreated, but pain struck. Looking down, he saw a spike had pierced his body, blood trickling along it.
Figures appeared before and behind him—two women.
"You were here all along." Forsaken Traveler's voice rasped. He swept his short blade sideways, forcing the two women back.
He coughed up blood. Both women were experts in Sequence Rules; they must have been here from the start, or they could never have approached him so easily.
They had let him kill those young people just to launch that sneak attack.
Forsaken Traveler's heart sank. It wasn't because he was wounded, but because they hadn't cared about that young prodigy. In his eyes, the man he had just killed was undeniably a top-tier talent: at such a young age, he had reached the Star Envoy level, mastered a Sequence Method, and possessed a Spiritualized weapon. Among his peers in the Heavenly Origin Universe, he would have been peerless.
Yet these two women hadn't cared at all. That meant the young man was nothing special in the Spiritualized Universe.
Was the gap really that great?
The two women, one before and one behind him, said nothing. Both attacked at once, gripping their broken spikes and thrusting them at Forsaken Traveler.
He met their attacks with his short blade. All three fought at close range, battling fiercely in the cramped space. Blood spattered now and then. Overall, Forsaken Traveler had the advantage. His Sequence Rule let him move a step faster than others; given enough time, he would surely kill the two women.
But when a third person joined in, the battle changed at once. It was a man, also