Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1002: Chapter 1000: Gospel (17) Chapter 1002: Chapter 1000: Gospel (17) Can’t you even bother to put on a better act?

Ji Liushuang could see it, and Fu Qian had obviously noticed long ago as well.

Seeing that figure discern them and approach at an unhurried pace, Fu Qian expressed strong disdain for the perfunctory effort of the Ji Family’s people.

Normally, it should have been the Ji Family Motion Restriction Team swarming in, resulting in the other party exploiting gaps in the encirclement and fleeing haphazardly in this direction, only to run into the two of them by chance.

But clearly, Ji Xun hadn’t handled it that way. Instead, he had opted for the possibility that their opponent was too cunning, having already disguised and fled before the ambush team could rush in, and by sheer coincidence, choosing this direction to escape.

Although this barely passed muster, it reeked of the arrogance of not even bothering to pretend anymore.

First, conceal one’s identity, and then aggressively display power, as if to say, “We Ji Family have our temper, too!”

Fu Qian assumed the thought process of Old Master Ji Xun.

Of course, this was to speculate with the worst malice.

Another more amiable possibility was that the Ji Family genuinely did not want to cause a huge commotion and attract the Night Watchman. So be it if it was a third-rate script.

This is the disadvantage of having a large family and business!

During this moment of reflection, Fu Qian stepped forward without hesitation.

For a moment, both the nearby Ji Liushuang and the person approaching were equally captivated.

The next moment, however, saw Fu Qian crush the paper cup that had held soy milk and toss it casually into the trash can nearby.

…

Faced with this change, the mood of the person coming towards them became somewhat disjointed for a moment, even appearing unsure whether to look away or not.

Thankfully, Fu Qian quickly made the choice for them.

After protecting the environment, he continued walking without missing a beat, sizing up the person as he marched straight to meet them, as if heading to deal with the next piece of trash.

The target was dressed in the most ordinary gray clothes and wasn’t particularly tall. The curious thing was that, with Fu Qian’s vision, he was unable to make out the person’s features at this distance.

Clearly, it was some sort of Extraordinary Effect.

But this didn’t have much of an impact because under the show of Fu Qian’s murderous intent, the guy had already stepped up to meet him without showing weakness.

The same was true for the Ji Family elites who had failed their mission.

“Hello, Professor Andiel.”

Soon, the distance between the two men was less than a dozen meters, and the next moment the man suddenly stopped and greeted him with a smile in his voice.

“Hello, what should I call you?”

Yet Fu Qian did not show any sign of stopping. While walking, he responded.

“That’s a good question.”

The man laughed heartily, and with a swipe of his hand across his face, the blurring effect dissipated.

And in that instant, Fu Qian thought he heard a cry of shock from Miss Liushuang.

The reason was simple: before them appeared a face—wrinkled, parched, and without a single hair on the head, eyebrows, or beard—remarkably another face of Old Master Lu Ming.

Rather arrogant, aren’t you?

It was clear that the man’s move was not to prove he was Lu Ming but to emphasize that a face meant nothing.

“It’s a bit of a coincidence; my surname is Lu, too.”

In the midst of true mockery, the arrogance of the man now seemed to have reached its zenith.

“Your surname is Lu?”

The distance between them was now less than ten meters, and Fu Qian’s voice betrayed no emotion.

“Yes, is that a problem?”

The arrogant brother’s words came to an abrupt halt, for in the next moment, he had lost sight of Fu Qian and any trace of his presence.

A strong sense of imminent danger arose in his heart, and without any regard for decorum, his body rapidly swelled and began to look bloated and slimy.

Pop!

Unfortunately, before he could react further, a crisp sound already rang out.

The opponent, who had vanished without warning, was now standing before him, dishing out a very natural slap that twisted his face.

“Scum, your surname is Lu?”

He didn’t know when the mask had been removed, but the face, also belonging to Old Master Lu, was covered with a cold frost, his tone fierce as if the man had committed some unforgivable sin.

“Do you deserve the surname Lu?”

…

Arrogant Brother’s rationality was clearly being put to the test.

The peculiarly close opponent didn’t take the opportunity to strike a vital point. Instead, he slapped and scolded him—a style that was a bit off.

He also couldn’t understand why the surname issue was so important to the other party.

But losing composure was worse than losing the fight. The next moment, he locked onto his opponent and sneered.

“Sorry, but my surname is indeed—”

Slap!

Another crisp sound rang out, and the rest of his words were forcibly cut off.

In fact, Arrogant Brother was extremely cautious this time, immediately trying to dodge.

But his opponent was incredibly cunning, and compared to the first slap, he had quietly extended his hand a bit further.

The force of this slap was much greater, enough to deform the bones in half of his face.

“You dare carry the Lu surname?”

Simultaneously, the scolding voice came again.

You bastard!

Having never suffered such insult, Arrogant Brother finally felt the flames of anger rising, and with them came a surge of murderous intent.

However, in the next moment, the figure of his opponent vanished again.

Not good—

Fully aware of how dangerous this move could be, he wouldn’t allow rage to cloud his mind. He almost instantly stopped and swiftly retreated.

This reaction was extremely timely, but just as he created some distance, the disappearing figure reappeared in the same spot.

This guy hadn’t moved at all; he was playing him!

Realizing this, the opponent stood with his hands behind his back, huffing dismissively.

“If I hear you claiming the Lu surname again, it won’t be just a couple of slaps next time!”

…

The previously bustling street was now silent as the grave.

While Elder Lu was showing off his elegance, Ji Xun’s group, who had missed their suspect, finally surrounded the scene and, alongside Arrogant Brother, received a small shock from the Lu Family.

“Who are you? Why do you want to kill a member of the Ji Family?”

But Old Master Ji Xun was seasoned and calm, quickly taking on the role. He sternly reprimanded before expressing his shock at the resemblance between the two men.

“Wait a second, you two…”

“Nothing but a clown. Killing him would dirty my hands. Get lost!”

Full of momentum, Fu Qian immediately said with disdain.

You motherfucker…

Arrogant Brother’s eyes reddened with fury.

The original plan was indeed to mock and question the identity of the other, provoking them to chase after retreating.

But how could he leave now?

He hadn’t spoken two sentences before receiving two slaps in the face and then being chased off like a dog. How could this possibly undermine the other’s momentum?

Being stabbed twice wouldn’t be as vile as this, this bastard!

“Imposters acting so bold… Die!”

Arrogant Brother’s mind was still sharp. His recent experience made him deeply realize that verbal sparring was definitely not going to beat his opponent, so he chose to use brute force as the solution.

No matter what, the numerical advantage was his.

In the midst of his death declaration, however, his two arms bizarrely stretched out, lashing through the air like whips.

At the same time, several trails of bloodlight, overtaking their precursor, ripped through Fu Qian’s afterimage.

This seems familiar!

Having used Blood Conquest to easily dodge the attack, Fu Qian pondered the situation for a moment.

Just now, he had seen it clearly—those were nails stained with blood.

Back in Dunis, when dealing with a certain member of the Native Council by chance, hadn’t they used a similar move? If he remembered correctly, was his name Marco?