NOVEL WEB AZI Volume 5 Chapter 6
*Kakaka!* with every punch that is received by Zhang Yong’s face, the wider the cracks around the right horn of his helmet grew, and eventually—
*Pah!* the horn snaps, and with it, Zhang Yong’s body flies backwards.
“…”
*Ping… Ping…* dropping the horn, and turning away from Zhang Yong, Long Hua heads for the restaurant entrance, while thinking—
(This is a classic “30 years ago, the river flows east, 30 years later, the river flows west; do not bully a juvenile just because he is poor” sort of situation…)
Pausing his footsteps to the side of Hui’er, Long Hua mutters—
“Little girl, you have a part in this as well. Keep a good eye on that dog of yours. Otherwise…”
“…!”
Subjected to Long Hua’s killing intent, Hui’er feels cold bodies creeping around her legs, and—
*Thud…* as Long Hua walks pass her, Hui’er’s knees give out.
She naturally knows that she has a part in this—for Zhang Yong had always been jealous of “Long Hua” due to him being her childhood friend.
“…”
“…”
Approached by Long Hua—who is still covered in Zhang Yong’s blood, while giving off a barbaric air, the crowd gives way.
In that instance, Shao Tianming and Wang Yongning came to the same conclusion—
(This surnamed Long is just a lunatic!)
(You can’t talk sense with a lunatic!)
In the practitioners’ circle, the strong is respected, while the weak is shunned.
If the strong believes that the weak is staring at them wrong, then that’s all the reason the former needs to grant the latter a beating.
For Long Hua, who had been raised in such an environment, he believes himself to be perfectly reasonable for granting Zhang Yong a beating—even if the norms of this world would disagree.
“…Uh.”
Seeing the unusual gleam in Long Hua’s eyes, which are many times sharper than before, Zhui Yun thought—
(The monster shrouded in white fog…)
Having seen the entirety of what went down just now, Zhui Yun’s expression turns to one of dread, whereas Nian Yao Yao thought—
(It hasn’t even been that long since we parted ways, but his temper, it seems to have gotten worse…)
In response to the situation, Nian Tao Tao thought—
(Brute strength alone to beat a Partial-Apotheosized Sinner down… He’s far stronger than last time.)
Much of those within the crowd react with terror and wariness in their eyes, but in Chen Lan’s case—
(H-How…! How fierce! This is exactly how a true man should behave! As expected of ancestor!)
“…”
Towards the amount of awe and respect that Chen Lan is directing at Long Hua, Li Zi Xiang shakes her head before pinching the bridge of her nose.
“…”
Just as less than ten meters of distance separates him from the hooded figure of Mo-laoban—
“…Hm?”
“Die!”
With a light of craze in his eyes, Zhang Yong—who had teleported his weapon back into his grip, hurls it towards Long Hua.
“…”
Turning around, light flickers in Long Hua’s right hand, as a black revolver appears in his grip.
As the safety disengages automatically, the gun’s wide barrel splits apart, and extends in length—to turn into a shape that is reminiscent of a beast’s maw.
Pulling the trigger—
*Bang!!!* a thunderous roar goes off, and a bullet of light blue energy blasts forth!
In next instance—
*Boom!* the energy bullet collides with the greatsword, causing many to widen their eyes in astonishment, as the weapon shatters!
It’s not every day that a Sinner’s Relic would shatter, but what typically happens when something of this nature occurs is—
“Not good!”
Shoving Ye Chen aside, Wang Yongning charges forth in his Weapon Spirit True Body state, and upon entering the energy bullet’s trajectory of travel, he crosses his daggers together.
*Boom!*
“…!”
Receiving the energy bullet with his daggers, Wang Yongning is astonished by how much force the projectile contains.
However—
“Hmph!”
He still manages to deflect the energy bullet upwards—preventing it from hitting Zhang Yong, who had fainted as a result of having his Relic shattered.
“Oh?”
Noticing how anxious Wang Yongning had been in attempting to stop the energy bullet, Long Hua smirks in a dark manner, while thinking—
(Judging by surnamed Wang’s performance just now—if surnamed Zhang were to be killed in his current state, odds seem high that he would stay dead. Hmm.)
Redirecting his attention to the monstrous firearm, Long Hua thought—
(Can you even consider this a peashooter anymore? This is a hand cannon, isn’t it?)
(*-laoban, refreshingly satisfying to blow such a huge load off, isn’t it?)
“…”
Paying no heed to the Tai Xuan Emperor’s crude remark, Long Hua stores the hand cannon away.
Turning around, Long Hua faces Mo-laoban, and—
“Surnamed Mo.”
“…”
Ignoring Long Hua for the time being, Mo-laoban walks forward, and stands in front of Wang Yongning with her arms folded beneath her chest.
The expression on her face that is hidden by her hood is far from good, as she asks—
“You’re referred to as surnamed Wang, right?”
Faced with Mo-laoban’s icy tone, Wang Yongning raises his head, and replies—
“I-”
“Wrong.”
Walking over as well, Long Hua stands beside Mo-laoban, and adds—
“He’s called knock-off Immortal.”
“Oh? Well… I suppose I do see the resemblances.”
Realizing what Long Hua means by this nickname, Mo-laoban smiles with amusement, to which, Wang Yongning replies—
“Surnamed Long, you-”
“Ahn?”
Turning his expression into the sort that a thug would make when demanding money, Long Hua glares at Wang Yongning, and remarks—
“My fist is still a bit itchy, care to massage it with your face?”
Even before Wang Yongning can open his mouth, Mo-laoban cuts him off with—
“Save it.”
Turning her gaze away from Long Hua, and redirecting it onto Wang Yongning, Mo-laoban says—
“As the proprietress of the Lan Si Restaurant, I was nearly caught in the crossfire.”
“That’s…”
Twitching an eye, Wang Yongning finds it impossible to counter this claim.
Indeed, had Long Hua not shattered Zhang Yong’s Relic and had dodged it instead, the weapon may have hit Mo-laoban.
“You wish for compensation then?”
Towards Wang Yong’s question, Mo-laoban raises a chuckle, and answers—
“I don’t need compensation.”
“Then…?”
“You, you… And you.”
Pointing at Wang Yongning, Zhang Yong, and Hui’er respectively, Mo-laoban continues to say—
“Henceforth, all three of you are banned from my restaurant.”
“…”
Informed of this, Wang Yongning’s expression beneath his helmet darkens, and without waiting for him to reply, Mo-laoban warns—
“If I catch any of you near my restaurant in the future…”
“…!”
With a speed that the eyes cannot follow, Mo-laoban kicks Wang Yongning in the crotch.
“…”
“…”
*Kakaka…* simultaneously, the sound of an egg being cracked goes off in the head of the men who are watching, as they are overwhelmed by the urge to cry.
For Chen Lan specifically, the sound is much more evident than it is for the others, and if that wasn’t enough—
*Pah!* the entirety of Wang Yongning’s white armor shatters starting from the crotch area, and with it—
*Thud!* he falls lifelessly onto the ground with the whites of his eyes out and his mouth foaming.
“…”
Lowering her right leg, Mo-laoban looks at her white boot with a frown.
Taking out a can of disinfectants, Mo-laoban gives it a shake before spraying it onto her boot, but rather quickly, she feels like it isn’t enough; hence—
“Surnamed Long, lend me your shoulder.”
“Hm?”
“Hurry up, or do you not want your sword back?”
“Fine.”
As Long Hua leans closer to Mo-laoban—who grabs onto his left shoulder for support, she takes out another pair of the same boots from her storage pouch.
Swapping into the fresh pair, Mo-laoban taps them onto the ground a few times—prior to releasing Long Hua’s shoulder.
“…Un.”
Pressing a hand to the side of his head—as if experiencing a headache, Long Hua scowls.
Noticing this, Mo-laoban raises a subtle frown, while thinking—
(Hmm. Those eyes, they aren’t as sharp as before… I doubt I was only imagining things, but then…?)
Narrowing her eyes, Mo-laoban decides to settle this matter at a later date.