I Contracted All Ancient Divine Artifacts

Chapter 224: Chapter 123: The Fury of the Rejects

Before today, Han Zhan would never have thought that chopsticks could be so lethal.

That is, until today, when he was almost pierced into a porcupine by the countless chopstick shadows.

The Heaven’s Origin of the Nuwa Stone cannot decompose large quantities of anything—it requires time.

Han Zhan took a step back, quickly spotting the big bed in the inn’s room, and without a second thought, grabbed the huge bed board and shielded himself with it.

Thud thud thud!

The chopsticks relentlessly stabbed into the bed board; under strong inertia, the heads of the chopsticks directly pierced through the board.

Fortunately, the bed at the Nightingale Inn was of decent quality, and the board was thick enough to block the first wave of attacks.

”Why don’t you guys fight him? Why are you just targeting me?” Han Zhan couldn’t help but shout.

The user of the F Level Contracted Spirit Chopsticks was a young man, looking about twenty-five, the victim whose sister was tricked. Upon hearing Han Zhan’s voice, he couldn’t help but retort, ”Don’t you think I want to?”

”It’s just that the chopsticks don’t listen at all!”

Only then did Han Zhan notice that underneath Zhan Ning’s feet, a circle of light pink aura was glowing.

”Charm, luck, and vision distortion.”

Zhan Ning was about to stabilize his aura when he felt Han Zhan’s gaze, and he responded with a polite yet awkward smile.

That old six. Han Zhan cursed inwardly and decided swiftly to advance instead of retreating, charging towards the Anti-Xia Alliance’s side.

In doing so, Han Zhan had to face three enemies at once, but at least he distanced himself from Zhan Ning.

He certainly didn’t want to develop a habit of being a free human shield.

Seeing Han Zhan’s actions, the Anti-Xia Alliance members responded quickly, the chopstick shadows continued to attack, blocking Zhan Ning’s path.

An additional Tier Seven Spirit Contract Master summoned his F Level Contracted Spirit above his head with both hands.

To everyone’s astonishment—it turned out to be a white plastic bag!

But it was just such an ordinary white plastic bag that suddenly expanded, with a strong suction force pulling Han Zhan toward it.

The floor drenched in alcohol was extremely slippery, and Han Zhan tried to resist the suction by lowering his body, but he was still involuntarily lifted off the ground.

The shadow of the white plastic bag above his head infinitely expanded, like a huge mouth of Taotie that was about to swallow Han Zhan along with the sucked-up alcohol into the bag.

At this moment, three fireballs descended from the sky.

Han Zhan, who had been holding back, unleashed his technique, the scorching flames instantly pierced through the white plastic bag, which then sagged weakly like a deflated balloon.

Moments later, a figure broke through the darkness, with a well-powered right fist, striking the Tier Seven Spirit Contract Master fiercely.

Han Zhan gathered strength in his feet, pushed hard, intending to follow up with another punch.

His vision suddenly blurred briefly, causing a stagger.

Something’s wrong. Han Zhan quickly halted his force, holding his head with one hand. In his sight, the three figures of the Anti-Xia Alliance suddenly doubled, becoming six overlapping shadows.

A sense of drunkenness came over him.

Han Zhan felt himself starting to get dizzy.

It wasn’t just Han Zhan, even Zhan Ning was similarly affected.

A knight, who specialized in defense, should have endured longer under the support of all kinds of auras amidst the chopstick shadows, but nobody had anticipated errors during the aura connection.

Zhan Ning seemed to have drunk too much, slurring his speech.

The aura’s name that should have been clearly spoken turned into a muddled and tongue-tied utterance.

This was Drunkard Sun Yun’s trick.

From the very beginning of the battle, the pervasive alcohol vapor in the room had, through breathing or infiltration, entered Han Zhan and Zhan Ning’s bodies.

Only to influence the outcome at the most crucial moment of the fight.

Zhan Ning, tongue-tied, couldn’t utter the corresponding aura from the Knight’s Code, and the auras beneath his feet dimmed before eventually shattering.

Once the aura shattered, the knight seemed like a toothless tiger, no longer imposing.

The next wave of chopstick shadows fell, striking Zhan Ning’s body, quickly piercing into his flesh. Zhan Ning could only endure the pain, rolling to the ground, and hiding behind the bed board again.

Han Zhan’s response was much quicker.

Realizing immediately that he’d inhaled an excessive amount of alcohol vapor, Han Zhan swiftly used Heaven’s Origin on himself, leveraging the deconstruction and reconstruction ability of the Nuwa Stone to decompose the alcohol vapor within him.

He instantly regained clarity.

Seeing Zhan Ning in trouble over there, Han Zhan decisively abandoned the thought of continued pursuit and retreated, repeating old tricks to separate the alcohol vapor within Zhan Ning.

With his Void Origin sealed and unable to be recklessly used, even in the state of Fu Xi Zither Dragon Soaring Technique and Four Urgent release, Han Zhan’s strength reached no higher than the peak of Tier Seven.

Though Zhan Ning caused trouble for him, without the combat power of this Tier Seven Punishment Knight, relying solely on himself to fight three opponents would still be overly challenging.

Zhan Ning regained clarity and nodded to Han Zhan. ”Courage, fearlessness, luck, resilience!”

With Zhan Ning’s words, the aura beneath his feet reappeared, and upon seeing this, both people simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief.

Really thrilling, nearly gone.

Chopsticks, white plastic bag, wine gourd.

These F Level Contracted Spirits and talents, usually looked down upon, when did they start pushing the geniuses of two powers to such a dire situation?

Only now did Han Zhan fully believe the words the ship captain had said before.

In the City of Extreme Evil, the strongest power undoubtedly belonged to the Anti-Xia Alliance.

Two figures landed on Sun Yun’s left and right; the continuous barrage of attacks had also significantly depleted their Spiritual Power, and they were adjusting their breath.

Just when Han Zhan and Zhan Ning thought that they at least had to wait a moment before the second round of attacks came.

Sun Yun suddenly grabbed the shoulders of the other two, taking them back into the big hole behind him.

At the same time, an immensely pleased smile appeared on Sun Yun’s face.

”Feel the wrath from the trash properly.”

As Sun Yun’s words echoed, the three members of the Anti-Xia Alliance completely vanished through the hole at the window, while the alcohol vapor inside the room grew thicker.

When the concentration of alcohol vapor reached a certain level, a precision-guided Quantum Energy Missile, like daylight in a pitch-black night, illuminated the sky in this area.

”The lunatics of the Mechanical Sect.” Sun Yun, already having retreated a hundred meters with the other two, abruptly changed complexion upon seeing the missile descending from the sky.

His previously halted figure bolted further into the distance.

A single Quantum Energy Missile from the Mechanical Sect equaled the full strength strike of a Tier Eight expert.

Once it exploded overhead, at least a 2000-meter radius centered on the Nightingale Inn would be obliterated into rubble.

By this time, the Quantum Energy Missile had already descended.

Han Zhan and Zhan Ning simultaneously raised their heads.

Zhan Ning’s white shorts emitted an urgent ”beep beep beep beep” targeting guidance sound, alerting everyone that the target was correct and about to hit.

The explosive flash of the Quantum Energy Missile turned into a white spot of extreme whiteness.

Just as the point was about to explode, a pure black palm grasped it.