Chapter 213 – If You Can't Win, You Have to Take Drugs!

Battling a Six-Star Professional!

Frankly speaking, given their current strength, this was undoubtedly a rather hopeless situation.

Even with Su Ming present, facing a Six-Star Professional was as unwise as a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

Even if he unleashed his abilities as a Sorcerer and utilized all his power as a Dual Professional, attempting to overcome a two-star gap to defeat his opponent was nothing but a pipe dream.

Moreover, Su Ming’s strength as a Hunter hadn’t even reached Four-Star, and even though his Sorcerer abilities had reached Four-Star, it was nearly impossible for him to contend with a genuine Six-Star Professional, let alone a powerful one among them.

Given Su Ming’s nature, when facing such an opponent, he would prefer to retreat directly rather than fight.

In a direct confrontation, he truly had no confidence in winning, but if it was just about escaping, with the means Su Ming currently possessed, he was confident that even a Six-Star Professional wouldn’t be able to catch him.

However, he absolutely could not run away.

The reason was simple: Wang Yihan was in the enemy’s hands.

If he ignored Wang Yihan’s fate and escaped, she would undoubtedly be used as a sacrifice in the unsealing ritual to release the terrifying entity sealed within these ruins.

At that point, not just Longyao City, but all of humanity worldwide would face the possibility of extinction.

Even though the Demon Emperor Sword was in his possession, preventing the enemy from awakening the King of Phantom Demons after breaking the seal, Divine Artifacts weren’t the only option—there were two other mediums that could awaken the King of Phantom Demons, and there might even be other methods.

Only the seal required a direct descendant of the Wang Family as a sacrifice to break—there was no alternative method.

Therefore, even if he had to escape, Su Ming must take Wang Yihan with him.

Anyone else here could fall victim to Sin’s schemes, but Wang Yihan must not.

Having reasoned this through, Su Ming abandoned any thought of fleeing.

At the very least, he wouldn’t run away without putting up any effort.

“Having come this far, how could I run away at this critical moment?”

He had come here to cause trouble, to disrupt Sin’s plans—how could he just leave without doing anything?

At the very least, he had to make things difficult for these guys.

So, when Lord Crow turned his gaze toward him, Su Ming began his own preparations.

“Pop!”

This was the sound of a cork being pulled.

A potion bottle had somehow appeared in Su Ming’s hand, and without hesitation, he pulled out the cork and gulped it down.

After finishing it, Su Ming didn’t stop; another potion bottle appeared in his hand, and he began drinking it.

Then the third bottle… the fourth bottle… the fifth bottle… the sixth bottle…

Like this, under the watchful eyes of everyone present, Su Ming chugged one bottle of alchemical potion after another.

This spectacle left everyone on the scene utterly stunned.

Lord Crow was no exception.

Initially, when he saw Su Ming start taking potions, Lord Crow didn’t pay it much mind, watching indifferently as if observing Su Ming’s desperate struggle.

But when Su Ming seemed unable to stop, downing alchemical potions one after another as if they were free, even the No. 3 of the Ten Demons couldn’t remain calm.Where did this guy get so many alchemical potions from?

Is his family running an alchemical workshop or something?

Even if they were, consuming them so recklessly like they’re free is just too extravagant!

With Lord Crow’s discerning eye, he naturally recognized the grade of the alchemical potions Su Ming had consumed. Not only were each bottle precious and rare, but there were even several he couldn’t identify—yet he could clearly sense their immense medicinal potency.

Just from this alone, Lord Crow was certain that the alchemical potions Su Ming had consumed were absolutely priceless advanced products—treasures that would make even someone of his rank covetous.

Yet Su Ming showed no sign of heartache or cherishing, downing them all without a second thought.

How could Lord Crow remain calm?

“This guy…”

Lord Crow’s gaze toward Su Ming radiated killing intent.

Not only was his origin mysterious and his methods bizarre, but his wealth was substantial too. Whether it was the previous alchemical tools or the current alchemical potions, none were ordinary items.

He didn’t seem like someone who could come from this remote, backwater base city.

Could he be a powerful expert from that super base city in the heart of the continent?

Had the ancient families sent someone because something happened to the Wang Family?

Only that could explain why he possessed so many valuable items.

With the heritage of those ancient families, providing such a batch of items to someone sent on an important mission wasn’t beyond their means.

If that’s the case…

“Then I can’t let you live!”

Lord Crow vanished from his spot.

When he reappeared, the black-clothed expert was already in front of Su Ming, his hand thrusting toward Su Ming’s heart.

No one doubted that Lord Crow’s strike would inevitably tear open Su Ming’s chest and pluck out his heart.

But he was ultimately a step too late.

Before he could act, Su Ming’s frantic potion consumption finally came to an end.

The medicinal potency dissolved within Su Ming’s body, transforming into an endless stream of power that filled his limbs.

The burst of power in that instant even made Su Ming feel a slight ache inside.

Yet simultaneously, boosted by those precious and rare alchemical potions, Su Ming ascended to another realm.

Among those potions, some enhanced the body, some sharpened the five senses, some accelerated thought processes, and others boosted strength, endurance, speed, agility, reaction time, and more—truly covering all bases.

Su Ming had expended more than half of his long-accumulated stock, ultimately exchanging for this overwhelming, unparalleled power surging through his entire body.

In this state, Su Ming’s eyes easily tracked Lord Crow’s movements.

And he reacted.

“Clang—!”

A sharp metallic clash resounded abruptly.

“What?”

It was as if everyone present had just noticed Su Ming confronting Lord Crow, whipping their heads around to look at the battlefield.

There, Lord Crow’s outstretched hand landed heavily on a saber radiating scorching heat.

It was Su Ming’s alchemical weapon—Flame Tusk.

“He blocked it?”

Lord Crow seemed somewhat surprised at the scene.

In contrast, after blocking Lord Crow’s strike, Su Ming’s robes immediately billowed without wind, rising and falling violently.At this moment, Su Ming released a chaotic yet powerful aura from his body.

On his right hand gripping the saber, an eerie blue light shimmered.

Behind the mask he wore, bizarre patterns expanded across his forehead.

In this instant, Su Ming activated his Vision Mark without hesitation and equally resolutely drew the Fire Blade, gripping it tightly in his astonishingly powerful right hand.

Immediately, Su Ming swung the saber.

“BOOM—!”

An earth-shattering roar erupted, drowning out all cries of despair, gasps of shock, and shouts from the people.

Dust swept through like a sandstorm.

The impact exploded like a detonation.

With a single swing of his saber, Su Ming cleaved the entire Shelter apart, causing the temporary refuge to begin collapsing.

“Hurry! Get out!”

“Quick, go!”

“Take the wounded with you!”

Bai Ruxiang, Xu Yanyan, and the others, faces filled with terror, worked together with those still able to move, frantically fleeing the Shelter.

“Go!”

“We can’t stay here!”

Even Scarface and Baldy turned pale, shouting angrily at each other as they ignored Wang Yihan’s struggles, grabbing her and swiftly escaping the area.

The cave-like Shelter, under such circumstances, crumbled apart like a bursting mountain flood or collapsing ground.

Amid this scene of destruction, only two figures remained completely unimpeded, still locked in combat amidst the ruins.

“BOOM—!”

The scorching saber, as if burning with flames, scraped through the air, generating sonic booms and roars as it slashed forward.

“CLANG—!”

A bell-like clash rang out as the overwhelmingly powerful strike, capable of splitting mountains and parting seas, was blocked by a single hand, sparks flying from the impact.

“RUMBLE—!”

The Fire Blade, undeterred, swung again after the failed strike, carrying immense force with layers of sonic booms and thunderous noise, relentlessly hacking away.

Feeling the power behind the blade and hearing the intense sonic booms and roars, even Lord Crow couldn’t help but adopt a slightly grave expression at this moment.

This No.3 of the Ten Demons finally dared not ignore Su Ming’s threat any longer.

The power Su Ming had unleashed was now sufficient to threaten him.

“To think a mere Four-Star Hunter could wield such strength…”

Even if it was built upon countless precious and rare alchemical potions, Lord Crow had to admit he must take this opponent seriously—this enemy who must be eradicated.

Instantly, Lord Crow’s figure transformed completely into a gust of wind, weaving through the astonishingly powerful and imposing saber techniques.

“BOOM—!”

The roaring continued, telling everyone that the fierce battle here was still ongoing.

Every slash Su Ming unleashed affected the surroundings, like relentless thunderbolts—wherever they passed, either the air exploded or rocks shattered, the force utterly staggering.

If Gao Xu were here, he would be stunned to discover that Su Ming’s Blade Art today was incomparable to before.

Having practiced the Demon Blade, Su Ming was no longer the novice Hunter with crude combat skills. Though his Blade Art couldn’t be called divine, it had become exceptionally refined, allowing his saber techniques to fully unfold, directly enveloping Lord Crow and firmly restraining him, leaving him no room to escape.Yet, under such astonishing saber strikes, Lord Crow managed to neutralize all of Su Ming’s slashes through agile maneuvering.

At times, he dodged by sidestepping; at others, he deflected with a light tap of his hand. He retreated at moments and advanced at others, effortlessly deflecting every heavy, forceful slash.

“Is that even possible?”

Su Ming was equally astonished.

But at the same time, Su Ming became certain of one thing.

This Lord Crow, without a doubt, was a Hunter who had undergone mutations, just like him.

That tactic of detecting the trajectory of every saber strike and evading with minimal, fluid movements—without a level of perception comparable to the Spirit Sense of an Upper-Rank Sorcerer—would be absolutely impossible to execute.

(End of Chapter)