sinovels Chapter 933 The Peace of the Second Day
Chapter 933 The Peace of the Second Day
Pull the hole and bite.
"no."
"very good."
Moro nodded.
"Come with me."
Pull Kong was startled.
"Lord Moro, what is this...?"
"Lord Lei Sha wishes to see you."
Moro didn't turn his head.
"Whether you can get out alive depends on whether what you just said has any value."
Lacon's face turned pale.
But without hesitation, he struggled to his feet and followed Morrow away.
……
Moro led Lacon through a passageway that was even darker than the one they had come through.
Torches that had long since gone out hung on the stone walls on both sides. The ground was damp, and occasionally dark red water droplets seeped down from above, dripping onto the stone slabs with a soft pattering sound.
Lakong clutched his chest, his face deathly pale.
Although the gunshot wound had been barely stopped by the therapist, it still felt like there was fire burning deep inside.
With each step he took, the blood clots on his chest were pulled apart, causing him to break out in a cold sweat from the pain.
Moro walked ahead, his pace neither hurried nor slow.
He didn't turn around, his voice languid.
"When you see Lord Lei Sha later, do you know how to speak to him?"
La Kong quickly lowered his head.
"Know."
"Good to know."
Moro gave a cold laugh.
"Don't talk about that newcomer like he's a god. Lord Lei Sha hates it when people treat him like a fool."
Lakong's lips moved, but he didn't dare to refute.
He didn't mean to portray Lin Qiye as a god.
He was genuinely afraid.
That feeling wasn't the fear of facing a powerful opponent, but rather the instinctive dread of facing something completely incomprehensible.
Lin Qiye was also a newcomer to the Origin Universe.
Even though the power within him was also being suppressed.
But what he showed on the fighting stage was nothing like that of a newcomer.
He viewed the source of energy as if it were a fish in clear water.
He saw through the flaws as easily as he saw meat on a chopping board.
Lacon even suspected that his supposedly subtle probing yesterday was no different from running naked in Lin Qiye's eyes.
The two walked to the end of the passageway.
A heavy black iron door appeared ahead.
A grotesque axe mark was carved on the door.
A dark red light slowly flowed deep within the axe marks, as if blood was flowing within the runes.
Moro raised his hand and knocked three times on the door.
thump.
thump.
thump.
A moment later, a deep voice came from inside the door.
"Come in."
Moro pushed open the door and entered.
Lakong followed behind, and as soon as he stepped inside, he felt a heavy pressure rushing towards him.
There were no lights on in the room.
Only an oil lamp on the central stone table emitted a dim red flame, casting shadows all around.
A burly man sat behind the table.
He was dressed in dark black heavy armor and wore a black iron mask, revealing only a pair of cold eyes.
Thunderous Fiend.
A veteran high-ranking deacon in the arena.
His network of contacts extends throughout the training area, treatment area, competition area, and even the betting area in the stands.
Lakong's knees buckled, and he knelt down.
"Lord Leisha."
Lei Sha remained silent.
He just looked at Lacon.
Those eyes, hidden behind the black iron mask, were as cold as two iron nails soaked in blood.
Moro stood aside and repeated what Lacon had just said.
Moro described in particular detail the parts about Lin Qiye seeing through the flow of Origin Qi, piercing La Kong's chest with a single spear thrust, and finally letting him go.
Lei Sha remained silent after listening.
The room was eerily quiet.
Lakong knelt on the ground, barely daring to breathe.
After a long while, Lei Sha finally spoke slowly.
"Are you sure he saw through the flow of your internal energy?"
Lakong nodded quickly.
"Your subordinate confirms."
"Not speed?"
"no."
"Not power?"
"No, not exactly."
Lakong swallowed hard, his voice trembling.
"His gun wasn't fast enough for his subordinates to see, nor was his strength enough to overwhelm them."
"But... every time he makes a move, he hits the weakest point in his subordinate's energy circulation."
"Before his subordinates even begin their attack, he already knows where the next move will land."
"The moment my subordinate activated his Origin Qi, his spear was already waiting there."
Lei Sha's gaze darkened slightly.
Moro's smile faded slightly.
Lei Sha slowly leaned back in his chair.
"That's interesting."
Lakong pressed his forehead to the ground, not daring to reply.
Lei Sha tapped his fingers lightly on the stone table.
"A newly ascended cultivator can still see through the weaknesses of others' source energy."
"This kind of talent shouldn't exist in ordinary sub-universes."
Moro whispered, "My lord, should we make the arrangements directly...?"
Lei Sha did not answer immediately.
He was silent for a moment before saying, "No rush."
Moro was slightly taken aback.
"grown ups?"
Lei Sha's gaze fell on La Kong.
"You will continue to go to the training area tomorrow."
Lacon suddenly looked up, his face turning deathly pale.
"My lord...this subordinate..."
Lei Sha coldly interrupted him.
"fear death?"
Lakong shuddered.
"I am not afraid to die."
"Being afraid of death is not wrong."
Lei Sha spoke in a flat tone.
"If someone is afraid of death but knows to come back and report, then they are useful."
He took out a black bone fragment from his pocket and casually tossed it to Lacon.
Lakong quickly caught it.
The bone fragments were cold to the touch, with fine lines engraved on the surface, and a faint smell of blood.
"Hold it under your tongue."
Lei Sha said calmly.
"It can record the fluctuations of the source energy within a ten-foot radius around you."
"Go practice with him tomorrow. Don't think about killing him or lying to him."
"Practice exactly as he tells you to."
Answer whatever he asks you.
"If he asks me, just say I wouldn't do it myself for that idiot Hattie."
Lakong paused for a moment.
"Yes...yes, sir."
Lei Sha continued, "Remember, I need to know his adaptation speed, his combat habits, and exactly how he can see through the source energy."
"As for killing him."
A cold glint flashed in Lei Sha's eyes.
"There's no rush in the next day or two."
Moro nodded.
"clear."
Lei Sha then looked at La Kong.
"Wake up, survive, and you'll be guaranteed a spot in the next tournament."
Cold sweat dripped down Lakong's chin.
"Thank you, sir!"
……
The next morning.
training area.
Lin Qiye stood on the fighting platform, holding the black iron spear in his hand.
The dark red sand sank slightly under his feet.
Several gladiators watched from a distance, but seeing that he did not start training immediately, they retreated.
The news of yesterday's shot piercing the hole has already spread.
New Senior Butler.
One shot crippled the old gladiator.
Such news isn't earth-shattering in the arena, but it's enough to make people remember it.
In particular, Lin Qiye gave Lakong one hundred gladiator coins yesterday.
This move is even more perplexing.
humiliation?
buy?
Or is it simply a matter of feeling that sparring partners should be paid?
No one dared to guess.
A moment later, Lacon, dragging his injured body, appeared at the entrance to the training area.
His face looked pale, and his chest was wrapped in thick bandages.
Every step felt like enduring excruciating pain.
Lin Qiye glanced at him.
"They're here."
La Kong quickly lowered his head.
"grown ups."
"You survived yesterday, which means you're pretty tough."
Lin Qiye spoke in a flat tone.
"Let's continue today."
Lakong's body stiffened for a moment.
Lin Qiye's calmness only made Lakong more uneasy.
He steeled himself and stepped onto the fighting platform.