Rage of Crimson Flame

Stopped by the school bus, Chen Fan's convoy came to a halt as well.

From the passenger seat of a box truck farther back, a panda head poked out.

Gazing into the distance, Wu Zhiyou finally saw the cat bus he had been longing to see.

A super-sized cat lay in the middle of the opposing convoy.

It was about the size of a minibus.

Its body was red-orange all over, with black stripes.

The other vehicles sat motionless after stopping.

The big cat, on the other hand, lay there with its legs tucked beneath it, blinking its enormous emerald-green eyes. Its big, fluffy tail swished from time to time.

Amazingly, a passenger cabin rose naturally from the cat's back like a hump. It even had window openings all around, though there was no glass.

There were fluffy seats inside.

Some supplies were piled in the cabin.

Of the six seats, only one was occupied, by a girl.

The girl had red-and-black hair and a tall, shapely figure, clad in a tight black outfit.

What drew the eye was her pair of eyes.

They were emerald green, with narrow black pupils.

They were unmistakably a pair of cat eyes.

At that moment, the girl was watching the middle-aged man's actions with those cat eyes.

As her gaze shifted, she happened to meet the eyes of the panda head looking her way.

When the girl saw the panda head, a flicker of surprise passed through her eyes.

"Whoa, it really is a cat bus..."

His curiosity satisfied, Wu Zhiyou pulled his head back into the driver's seat, clicking his tongue in amazement.

At the front of the convoy, faced with the middle-aged man's elegant roadblock,

Yan Kuan opened the door and got out.

Chen Fan's RV was the lead vehicle. Now that someone was blocking their way, it would be inappropriate for him, as the one in front, to do nothing.

But Chen Fan didn't want to deal with a pervert like that, so he sent Yan Kuan to handle him first.

As for Qian Lei, their guide who had been even farther ahead of the RV, who knew where the guy had run off to by now?

In any case, he was somewhere up ahead of them.

After getting out, Yan Kuan nodded to the middle-aged man. "I'm from the Mortal Convoy. The people in our convoy have no intention of joining yours, so please let us through."

But the balding man, Jiang Yanming, shook his head. "I don't believe you. Not unless the ladies in your convoy get out and tell me themselves."

Yan Kuan was silent for a moment before saying, "The extraordinary people in our convoy have limited patience. If you insist on persisting in your delusion, don't blame us for not warning you."

Jiang Yanming acted as if he hadn't heard him and stubbornly shook his head again. "Unless the ladies tell me themselves, I won't believe they don't want to come with me."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a Han sword flew out of the RV.

The flying sword left an afterimage in the air as it stabbed swiftly toward Jiang Yanming.

Jiang Yanming's gaze turned cold. He twisted sideways, and the flying sword swept past his body.

At that instant, Jiang Yanming took a sharp sniff.

"The smell of a stinking man!" Jiang Yanming frowned, his face full of disgust.

Inside the RV, Chen Fan looked thoroughly disgusted.

He controlled the flying sword to slash even faster.

For a moment, the flying sword became a streak of light, circling Jiang Yanming and attacking without pause.

Even with Jiang Yanming twisting, leaping, and constantly flipping to dodge, his body was inevitably covered in sword cuts.

Seeing his injuries multiply when he hadn't even caught sight of his attacker,

Jiang Yanming panicked.

There was no way he could fight like this.

Just as he had smelled, there was an expert in this convoy.

Driven into a corner, Jiang Yanming unleashed his potential and performed more than a dozen backflips in succession, temporarily evading the Spirit Refining Sword.

Then he shouted, "Shen Li! Ma Wuyuan! Help me, and you can name your reward afterward!"

Two figures darted out of his convoy.

One was a crew-cut man with tattooed arms and back, bare-chested and wearing nothing but a pair of baggy shorts.

The other was a middle-aged man in a striped polo shirt and casual dress pants. He held a long whip in one hand, with the other behind his back, looking every bit a master.

Shen Li, the tattooed man, wore brass knuckles on both fists as he charged at the Spirit Refining Sword flying through the air.

His punch produced afterimages. It looked like one punch, but he actually threw ten in a second.

The two collided. The Spirit Refining Sword was knocked aside, while Shen Li staggered back several steps, both fists trembling.

The Spirit Refining Sword was a mid-grade magical artifact. It had failed to cut Shen Li down in one stroke because Chen Fan was controlling it from a distance and hadn't used his full strength.

At that moment, the middle-aged Ma Wuyuan lashed out with his whip from the other side, and tiny bolts of lightning appeared along it.

The whip blocked the Spirit Refining Sword once more.

Jiang Yanming seized the chance, flipping repeatedly as he charged into Chen Fan's convoy.

His middle-aged, overweight body was now as nimble as a dog in the mountains.

He perfectly demonstrated what it meant to be a nimble fat man.

"Ladies, I'm here to save you from your suffering! I don't believe you don't want to come with me. You must have been forced into this. Wait, I'll save you right away!"

Jiang Yanming rapidly approached the convoy. Behind Chen Fan's RV, Zheng Alin couldn't hold back any longer and opened the door and jumped out.

Her pretty face was full of impatience.

She cursed, "Damn it, where did this fucking pervert come from? I can't take it anymore. I'm going to hack him to death."

With that, she charged at Jiang Yanming, a red sword in her left hand and a blue sword in her right.

When Wu Zhiyou saw Zheng Alin get out, he followed her.

"Starting a fight without me? Are we still good brothers?"

With that, his muscles flexed, and he charged at Jiang Yanming too.

But Jiang Yanming didn't even look at Wu Zhiyou. His eyes were fixed entirely on Zheng Alin.

"Lady, wonderful! You're finally willing to throw yourself into my arms!"

As he charged, he also took a deep, frantic sniff.

His face full of rapture, he cried, "You smell sooo gooood!!"

Zheng Alin was as disgusted as if she had swallowed a fly.

The strength in her hands erupted to 120 percent.

"Crimson Flame Whirlwind!!"

Flames and cold air rose as Zheng Alin raised both her red and blue swords and slashed at Jiang Yanming with them together.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Yanming made no attempt to block. Instead, he deliberately exposed his chest and stomach and met the attack head-on.

Boom!

Jiang Yanming was sent flying more than ten meters, plowing a deep furrow into the ground.

Yet in the very next moment, Jiang Yanming sprang up from the ground, his skin flushed red with excitement.

Even the sword cuts Chen Fan had inflicted earlier had healed.

There was, however, a new X-shaped wound across his chest, its torn flesh a gruesome sight.

But he seemed unable to feel the pain.

Instead, he looked as if he were enjoying himself.

"That feels good! So good!!"

Jiang Yanming threw back his head and let out two long cries. An evil gleam in his eyes, he charged at Zheng Alin again.

This time, Jiang Yanming spread his arms and kept licking his lips as he charged, shouting, "Lady, hug me!"

Wu Zhiyou rushed in from the side and punched at Jiang Yanming.

"Iron Arm!"

Both his arms took on a metallic sheen, becoming incomparably hard.

But Jiang Yanming kicked out, and Wu Zhiyou flew backward the same way he had come.

In the end, it was a first-tier fighter against a second-tier one.

Wu Zhiyou was kicked flying and rolled over several times, but his skin was thick and his flesh tough, so he quickly got back up.

Over there, Jiang Yanming had already reached Zheng Alin. His tongue flailed wildly as he wrapped his arms around her.

It was a pure, unadulterated embrace-the-girl-in-his-arms kill.

Zheng Alin's pretty face went pale with fright, and an eerie blue light suddenly flashed in her eyes.

An astonishing aura burst from her.

Icy blue light erupted from the blue sword in her left hand, its freezing power even greater than before.

Her extraordinary power, [Seven Heroes Sword], granted her seven swords as soon as it awakened, but each sword had an ultimate move.

At the first tier, Zheng Alin had mastered only the ultimate move of the first sword, the Crimson Flame Sword.

Just now, facing a predicament more terrifying than a life-or-death crisis, she had unleashed her potential and mastered the ultimate move of the second sword, the Frost Sword-Frigid Sky, Frosty Earth.

She had also successfully broken through to the second tier.

And with every advancement, the sword moves she had previously awakened could be used with greater power.

Only now had she truly combined her two swords, unleashing their full power.

"Crimson Flame Whirlwind! Frigid Sky, Frosty Earth!"

A red sword beam and a blue one struck Jiang Yanming, sending him flying.

She escaped the miserable fate of being caught in his embrace-the-girl-in-his-arms kill.

Having successfully unleashed both ultimate moves, Zheng Alin wore a fierce expression.

Anyone who saw her would shrink back.

This time, after Jiang Yanming was sent flying and fell to the ground, he screamed and wailed without stopping.

Another enormous X-shaped wound had appeared across his chest and stomach, deep enough to expose the bone.

The two X-shaped wounds, one large and one small, crossed over each other.

Zheng Alin had truly wounded him severely.

Yet even so, what he wailed was still not anything normal like "It hurts."

Instead, it was "Oh! That feels so good!", "So good!", "I'm dying from how good it feels!"...

Just as Jiang Yanming lay on the ground, rolling and howling incessantly,

A figure descended from the sky, its shadow falling over Jiang Yanming.

It was Zheng Alin, her face filled with rage, ferocity, and viciousness.

She was truly beside herself with anger...

Zheng Alin gripped a single Crimson Flame Sword with both hands and came plunging down from the air.

Flames burst along the sword, forming a fiery hurricane.

Jiang Yanming was immersed in unparalleled pleasure, so overwhelmed by it that he had lost all sense of the world.

He had no intention of dodging.

Zheng Alin stabbed her sword into Jiang Yanming's heart, and the fiery hurricane erupted.

By the time Zheng Alin emerged from the flames with the Crimson Flame Sword in hand, the killing intent still lingering on her face,

the fiery hurricane was gradually dying down, leaving only ashes drifting in the wind.