Double Kill

Ten seconds, twenty seconds, half a minute.

Tea Stain looked at Chen Miemie's still-wide-open eyes, feeling a bit of panic in his heart: "How are you completely fine?"

Chen Miemie looked at him with disdain: "What, do I have to explain my techniques to you?"

"Master's wife, do we take him alive or kill him?" Chen Miemie called out.

Cassan was afraid he would be too overconfident: "Dead or alive doesn't matter. Our mission is just to annihilate the enemy; gathering intel is not mandatory."

"Oh." Chen Miemie looked back at Tea Stain. "What a pity. You're of no value anymore."

"Boy, I admit you are strong, but I was slaughtering people before you were even born." Tea Stain prepared to switch from offense to defense.

Offense really wasn't his strong suit, but when it came to purely staying alive, he was top-tier.

Without some life-saving means, a Mystic wouldn't have lived to an old man's age.

Chen Miemie whispered softly, "Did you know? When your tea aroma floated into the air, it became tainted with moisture. While you were continuously releasing the scent, the moisture also entered your body."

Tea Stain didn't understand the meaning behind these words: "Moisture?"

Chen Miemie said no more.

He stopped advancing two meters away from Tea Stain, and under the other party's vigilant gaze, simply turned and walked away.

"Snap~" With the sound of a snapping finger.

Tea Stain's pupils suddenly dilated to their maximum, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing in the world.

The blood inside his body violently shot out from his facial orifices, exploding into a bloody mist in the air.

The whole process was so fast that he didn't even have time to let out a scream.

After the bloody mist scattered across the ground.

Tea Stain was like a statue, motionless and completely devoid of life.

He had lost all his moisture. Hunched over with his head hanging down, dried up and shriveled, his body size had shrunk by more than half. The tea stains that had accumulated on his body for years could no longer cling to his withered skin and fell off one after another.

Tea Stain had truly become nothing but pure tea stains.

The commotion on this side naturally could not be hidden from the two people on the other side.

Chen Miemie's casual demeanor made it seem like he wasn't killing someone, but merely playing.

That bizarre and bloody killing method made the middle-aged man tremble slightly.

With this tremble, Cassan, who already held the upper hand, seized the opportunity to add a few more scratch marks to the man's body.

Chen Miemie walked over with a smile: "Master's wife, do you need my help?"

"Yes." Cassan had no stubborn desire to fight one-on-one.

Chen Miemie walked step by step toward the middle-aged man, each step feeling like it was stomping on his heart.

"I'm going all out!" The man directly exposed his defenseless back, taking a vicious hit from Cassan head-on. Using the pushing force from behind, he flashed right in front of Chen Miemie and thrust his rapier straight into Chen Miemie's chest.

To the man's surprise, the sword struck its mark without any resistance.

Just to be safe, he even twisted the rapier inside Chen Miemie's body a few times to ensure multiple vital organs were shredded.

"Haha, getting careless just because you have a slight advantage in battle. Young man, remember not to make the same mistake in your next life."

The man pulled back and retreated.

Feeling triumphant, he even wiped the blood from the tip of his rapier with his finger and licked it with his tongue as a show of intimidation.

Chen Miemie: ......

No, seriously, you're a swordsman, why are you licking my blood? My blood is very dangerous.

Who is the one actually getting cocky after gaining a slight advantage here?

This happened a bit suddenly.

Cassan looked at Chen Miemie: "Are you alright?"

Chen Miemie touched his chest: "Not really, it hurts a bit."

"Other than hurting?"

"New flesh is growing, it's a bit itchy."

Cassan stopped paying attention to him. She had confirmed that Chen Miemie was still the same Chen Miemie. Under such a fatal attack, he hadn't even lost a single hair.

The middle-aged man's smug smile vanished as the newly sprouted flesh granulations repaired Chen Miemie's chest.

"You... how can you...?"

Chen Miemie was very sly: "Just like your partner, asking for an enemy's secret is definitely a waste of breath. However, if you transfer the time from your watch to me, I'll tell you."

The man's face darkened. The price he paid for that move just now was actually very high. Cassan's strike on his back had already reached a fatal degree, and he began to cough up blood.

"Haha, it looks like I won't be leaving today. But when we came here, we knew we might not make it back. Sixiang City, you are all doomed." The man started spitting out fragments of his internal organs.

Cassan stood far away. She didn't have Chen Miemie's abnormal Immortality, so she wouldn't approach easily and give the enemy a chance to take her down with him.

She shouted from a distance: "What is the purpose of you two coming here? The Spirit Race has always been a neutral race. Why are you in such a hurry to pick a side?"

The middle-aged man's face grew even gloomier:

"Your Human Race and Demon Race have the greatest power and the most cities, while our Spirit Race has the fewest.

But this world is very unfair.

The strong races with many cities won't willingly give up cities to new races. Instead, those of us who are already struggling to survive are targeted first because we are weak.

The grand trend of the New Era is unstoppable. Someone has to make room for the new members of the world. If we don't take this opportunity to act, would you willingly do it yourselves?"

Cassan didn't ask anymore; she wouldn't get any more answers anyway.

Indeed, in the eyes of Sixiang City's side, the invading foreign races were villains and enemies.

But for these outsiders, they all knew that coming here meant facing a city full of strong experts waiting in leisure, and they would likely die here.

However, these former local tyrants still came. Almost none of those who came here feared death.

"Let's attack together and kill him quickly." Cassan stopped delaying.

"Master's wife, step back a bit."

"What is it?"

"I'm afraid the blood he sprays later will splash all over you."

Cassan immediately retreated.

Chen Miemie approached the middle-aged man, who pointed his rapier at him.

"Different stances, each serving our own masters. Life and death are up to fate. Finally, what is your name?"

The man did not lower his weapon: "Nodin."

Chen Miemie nodded and snapped his fingers.

The man exploded into a mist of blood.

Cassan had no time to be curious about Chen Miemie's finger-snapping killing method. She let out a long sigh:

"Sword of Hope Nodin, a famous gentleman in the mystic circles. To think..."

Chen Miemie looked up at the blood-red moon in the sky:

"If it didn't involve games between races, perhaps he would still be that famously elegant gentleman of the rumors."