Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 833: Chapter 831: Ignition (Part Five) Chapter 833: Chapter 831: Ignition (Part Five) As a player who watched and listened to everything, Fu Qian clearly saw the entire process of the conflict unfold.

Just as Catherine twisted her slender waist and placed down a portion of fragrant pan-seared beef rib, preparing to leave, a long-time admirer of hers finally couldn’t resist and grabbed her perky bottom.

Catherine was quite fierce herself, without uttering a word, from reacting to turning around and striking, it all took less than a second.

And with a loud slap, the bald customer was sent reeling in confusion, causing an outcry throughout the restaurant.

Of course, the guy wasn’t a pushover. After a brief moment of dumbfoundedness, he looked furious, quickly reaching toward his waist and in the next moment, drawing a weapon in a ready stance.

But wasn’t this gear just a bit too sharp?

Watching the object in the old guy’s hand, Fu Qian frowned slightly.

Although compact in design, there was no doubt that the object had surpassed the category of a handgun.

There was reason to believe that if the trigger were lightly pulled, the astounding rate of fire would easily shred an ordinary person into fragments.

Luckily, the old guy didn’t seem intent on pulling the trigger, just huffing and pressing it against the temple of the beautiful waitress.

His other hand pointed at his own face, signaling her to dare to slap him again.

Of course, the beautiful waitress was no ordinary person.

Facing the imminent threat, Catherine didn’t make a move again.

Instead, her fiery red lips opened wide in an exaggerated manner.

The force was so strong that it tore through her mouth corners, jaw, and even her skull, revealing the stark contrast of red and white, looking extremely ferocious.

The next moment, this mouth that had nearly a 180-degree opening swallowed the big guy’s head whole, leaving behind only a bare neck.

The trigger pulled in a reflexive response caused gunshots to sound off like a typewriter, some bullets even grazing past Fu Qian’s cheek.

Under such luck, Fu Qian happened to be the closest to danger in the entire restaurant.

With such a scene unfolding, the lively restaurant descended into chaos without a doubt, yet everyone managed to dodge a barrage of bullets as if they were outlined by a human figure.

Of course, the danger didn’t just come from that.

Catherine, having swallowed the bald gunman’s head, encountered great difficulty due to the foreign object’s size.

Forcing her throat to close, everything above her neck was torn and deformed, stretching like dough, while even her eye globes popped out, and a familiar black viscous fluid erupted.

In a blink, this woman with a voluptuous figure lost her shape entirely, turning into a mud-like existence.

However, on the viscous black fluid, two patches of ghastly white teeth remained intact, looking eerie and sinister.

At the same time, compared to its form, its speed was shockingly fast.

In a furious strike, the head end streaked across half the restaurant, swallowing a coworker attempting to escape, leaving only half a body behind.

Simultaneously, a grotesque giant claw assembled from bones grabbed several people, forcefully stuffing them into its body.

Within moments, the well-ordered restaurant had become a vision of hell.

The surging black fluid had now targeted the only diner who was still sitting.

“What a pity.”

Sweeping the table with a touch of fondness, Fu Qian hurriedly stuffed a crab cake into his mouth and then faced the incoming giant claw.

Dodging with ease, Fu Qian’s left arm instantaneously transformed into an armored Heavy Fist with a black shell.

Immediately, he didn’t back down but advanced, taking a step forward and unleashing a punch right at the two teeth.

Under the force of the fierce blow, the seemingly impenetrable black fluid was actually shattered by the punch, spraying into countless fragments in all directions.

Could it actually be a non-Newtonian fluid?

With that single move defeating the enemy, Fu Qian evaluated the feel of his fist silently, having gained some insight.

…

Are there too many Transcendents in this place to the point of being cheap?

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The monster that Catherine had transformed into just a moment ago was of a higher Ranking even than the one who had jumped down from the rooftop.

Even if not a Demigod, she wasn’t far off.

And the reason Fu Qian had chosen this place as his destination was indeed because of her.

The reason he had abandoned his car to go on foot was to observe along the way.

And as he walked, just about as he had expected, this strange and bustling city was filled with many beings of inhuman strength.

The very first moment Fu Qian spotted the stunning waitress in the restaurant, he realized she was not only powerful but also extremely unstable, on the verge of losing control.

And this discovery made Fu Qian realize that he might have found that gear.

So he decisively entered and sat down, calmly waiting for that moment to arrive.

…

Of course, Catherine was the target but not the goal; otherwise, what would be the difference between all this trouble and simply killing someone?

Taking two steps back, Fu Qian glanced at the table and sighed.

Considering the other’s inhuman size, even though he had been careful, a mess was still inevitable.

He couldn’t possibly eat anymore, but despite his regret, Fu Qian returned to his seat and sat down quietly, waiting.

About half a minute later, the space opposite the dining table twisted, and a person appeared silently.

It was a fully armed figure, not particularly towering in stature.

An oppressive force, almost tangible, emanated from the Knight-styled Armor covering the entire body.

A seamless structure, delicate patterns intertwined all over, each part shiny enough to serve as a mirror.

This was absolutely no exaggeration, for the surface of the armor was indeed made up of numerous mirrors, assembled according to a special pattern.

A dizzying sight at a glance.

The one who had just achieved a near-invisible effect was very likely related to this.

Of course, there was also the most important point: this was a Demigod.

“Name?”

The next moment, a magnetic male voice came from underneath the Face Helmet made of triangular mirror fragments.

“Andiel.”

Though the other’s tone was less than courteous, Fu Qian still cooperated and responded.

“Why are you here?”

The other seemed to be trying to maximize the psychological pressure on Fu Qian, as there was no hint of emotion in his words.

“Why am I here? Heh…”

Fu Qian let out a low chuckle; when it came to being enigmatic, he feared no one.

“I was simply guided by the flames.”

“You’d better cooperate!”

This answer clearly did not satisfy the Mirror Knight, who responded by slapping his hand on the table.

Wood chips flew as the sturdy tabletop was pierced through.

“I don’t care if you just saved someone or not.”

“I have been very cooperative.”

Facing the heavy-handed threat, Fu Qian replied while reaching two fingers above his head, gripping a transparent sharp blade.

This peculiar weapon had protruded from the old-fashioned chandelier above.

“But it seems you, on the other hand, don’t have much patience for conversation.”

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