My Pet Beast is Super Fearsome-Chapter 254 - 253 Fierce Battle in the Alley

Chapter 254: Chapter 253: Fierce Battle in the Alley

Chapter 254 -253: Fierce Battle in the Alley

Bin City Airport.

Shao Zifeng slightly turned his head. He vaguely felt that there were more people lurking in the shadows, occasionally sweeping glances over him. Since there was no malice, his perception wasn’t very clear. Had there not been a significant number of people, perhaps he wouldn’t have noticed at all.

Cang Haiyuan casually adjusted his hair, glancing continually at his phone, afraid of missing any message.

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“Do you ever get tired carrying so much stuff?” Cang Haiyuan, his eyes following a Caucasian lady, asked idly.

Shao Zifeng hesitated before confirming he was the one being addressed, “Shouldn’t I prepare more when heading to a dangerous place like Antarctica?”

“But you, aren’t you afraid of freezing to death?”

Cang Haiyuan looked at him with disdain, “I specialize in ice… cough, never mind.”

Remembering how he had been frozen like a dog before, he quickly changed the subject, “This time we are following a national scientific expedition team; all supplies are provided by the state. Besides, ordinary winter clothes you prepared wouldn’t help in Antarctica anyway; better to wear nothing and suffer less.”

Shao Zifeng: …

He looked at his bulky travel bag, feeling somewhat displeased now. You should have mentioned this earlier.

Seeing Shao Zifeng unhappy, Cang Haiyuan felt quite pleased. Just as he was about to tease him further, the mask in his hand trembled gently.

Cang Haiyuan abruptly stood up, his expression turning serious in an instant, he told Shao Zifeng, “Stay here and don’t wander off, I need to handle something first.”

“I’ll come with you.”

Cang Haiyuan paused, touched within.

Then Shao Zifeng added, “Your power is so weak, what if you screw up? How would I explain it to Chen Yixin?”

Hearing this, Cang Haiyuan’s mood instantly soured.

He turned around with a scowl.

This guy.

Really annoying!

…

Clang!

Sizzle!

Pieces of a black cloak fluttered in the cold wind.

Dark green liquid splattered everywhere, a slender figure was sent flying.

Bang.

The slender figure slammed heavily against the wall, a broken sickle spinning as it flew, embedding itself in the wall right next to its triangular head, quivering slightly.

The sickle was covered with fine cracks and notches, dark green fluid seeping out from it.

Now, the alley held not only the bodies of several Slavs but also a few slender green figures, with torn fabric scattered all over the ground.

The soaked fabric stuck to the stone tiles, trembling continuously in the howling cold wind.

In just a few moments, three Chinese Fast Blade Mantises lay on the ground, bodies covered with torn wounds.

The dark green fluid mingled with the dried dark red blood on the ground, emitting a nauseating smell that lingered on.

“Hiss~”

The cloak of the Red-eyed Fast Blade Mantis, with bulging grotesque veins on its intermittently visible body, was taut, and something seemed to be throbbing continuously underneath.

It looked puzzled at its companions, wasn’t it supposed to be fun? Why were all of them lying on the ground?

Its triangular head swayed like a marionette’s, naively hopeful as it looked at its other standing companions.

Are you also here to play with me?

“Li… Li… burp… burp”

The special forces captain lay in his colleague’s arms, his complexion pale, his eyes vacant, with black-red blood continuously dribbling from his mouth.

His uniform was torn open at the chest, revealing a ghastly, bone-deep wound with blood spreading widely across his clothing, the cold wind swiftly draining his body’s warmth.

His lips turned blue as he shivered continuously, the scenery before his eyes blurring more and more.

The leading Blade leader stood in front of him, his compound eyes showing a trace of sadness.

“Captain, don’t fall asleep… Captain, wake up, Captain!” the soldier holding him trembled, continuously slapping his cheeks, tears dripping down his nose onto his face.

The other soldiers formed a human wall around him, their eyes red, shielding the captain from the cold wind.

As the captain’s gaze grew more vacant, the soldier holding him shouted hysterically, “Call an ambulance, quick!”

Despair echoed through the alley with the howling wind, tingling everyone’s nerves.

Daolao lowered his head, his black cloak concealing his face.

Whoosh!

Two sickles emerged from beneath the cloak, their blades’ spikes glinting with a cold light, the chilly wind fluttering his cloak to reveal determined compound eyes.

If he hadn’t softened his heart just now, perhaps all this would not have happened.

“Hiss!”

The Red-eyed Fast Blade Mantis, thinking Daolao wanted to play, let out a strange hiss.

It extended its sickles wrapped with ferocious veins, and in a flash,

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

A series of rapid metallic clashing sounds rang out as four icy blades swiftly collided.

The next second, Daolao, as if struck by a heavy blow, rapidly retreated.

Catching a glimpse of several people behind him, Daolao resolutely flipped his blade and plunged it fiercely into the bluestone tiles.

Zzz!

A grating friction sound arose, the blade embedded in the ground sparking and scattering stones, retreating until it halted just in front of the group.

Daolao was gasping heavily.

In front of him was a several-meter-long blade mark; soil and stones flew about, and wisps of white mist dissipated in the cold wind.

Crack.

A crisp sound rang out.

The sickle embedded in the ground suddenly shattered into pieces, dark green blood splattering out, quickly pooling into a puddle on the bluestone tiles.

Daolao stood frozen in place, staring blankly at the broken sickle, a sorrowful look emerging in his compound eyes.

“Hiss!”

He suddenly turned and called out to his remaining companions in a raspy voice full of forlorn resignation.

“Hiss!”

The other Chinese Fast Blade Mantises responded in their own sounds, casting a reluctant last glance at Daolao,

Whoosh!

Several figures flickered, each Chinese Fast Blade Mantis grabbing a special forces member, heedless of their struggles, quickly disappearing in the alley.

The Red-eyed Fast Blade Mantis’s crimson compound eyes blinked wildly with rage as it watched its comrades flee, its heart filled with fury.

Why!

Why run away!

Why won’t anyone play with me!

Whoosh.

The Red-eyed Fast Blade Mantis’s tattered cloak fluttered as it dashed forward, preparing to chase after them.

Clang!

Sparks flew as two sickles heavily collided again, and Daolao retreated once more.

He lifted his head, inhaling deeply as he looked at the bloated, ugly Red-eyed Fast Blade Mantis and raised his remaining sickle with a cold gaze.

“Hiss!”

He kicked off the ground, leaping high into the air, his body starting to spin mid-air.

His turquoise body spun faster and faster, the howling cold wind being drawn towards him, forming a small green tornado.

Whoosh!

A blade aura shot out from the green tornado, striking the Red-eyed Fast Blade Mantis’s body.

Its body shivered slightly as it looked down at the faint blade mark on its body, with dark green liquid seeping out.