This Curse Is Just Awesome-Chapter 323 - The Curse Is Gone

Boom --

With one last earth-shattering bang.

For the sixth time, the hairless gorilla is thrown to the ground.

But this time, when the gorilla fell, the crocodile fell with it.

"Ho!"

"Whoo-hoo!"

You're either dead or you're injured.

Two Level 9 beasts suddenly fight each other in a more brutal and bloody way.

Claws, teeth, heads, blood...

The entire ocean seemed to be in a state of shock.

Dong!

Dong! Dong! Dong...

Time passed, minute by minute.

After an unknown period of time, the gorilla's struggle became weaker and weaker. In the end, it stopped moving.

"Wu wu.."

The crocodile was also lying on the gorilla's body, exhausted, and gasping for breath.

Only when it recovered from its serious injuries did it lift its claws tiredly, wanting to caress its 'lover's' beautiful body.

"Woo?"

As it caressed, the crocodile was stunned. It turned its head abruptly. "Woo woo?"

"Woo?"

"Woo woo woo!"

...

"What the f*ck is woo? I've long escaped."

Deep at the bottom of the sea.

Chen Yu heard an echo coming from above. He stayed on the spot for a while before burying his body completely into the sand.

Only two eyes, a pair of ears, and the back of his head were exposed...

A dying Level 9 was still Level 9.

It was not something he, Chen Yu, could deal with at the moment.

Now that the 'love rival' had disappeared, once he was entangled by the crocodile, he felt that he would definitely be f*cked to death.

"Hiss."

Thinking that the other party was a female crocodile, Chen Yu could not help but shudder. "So terrifying, so terrifying..."

"Woo woo woo"

Very soon, the cries of the crocodiles could be heard again in the ocean.

The cries were mixed with sorrow, confusion, grievance, sadness, and a trace of shame and anger.

It made Chen Yu naturally recall the series of actions just now. He was so embarrassed that he wanted to bury himself in the pit.

"Oh."

"I've already buried myself in the pit."

"..."

"Yes."

"No one in the world will see me."

"Just let me die at the bottom of the sea..."

On the surface of the sea, on the shore.

The many martial artists led by the Principal of Beijing University looked at the crocodile swimming around in the distance and looked at each other.

"It... Hmm." The female assistant hesitated and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with it?"

"It's wailing." The Principal of Beijing University narrowed his eyes. "I can hear it."

"Why is it wailing?"

"It seems to be grieving for the death of its companion." A warrior raised his hand.

"The problem is... Didn't it kill its companion?"

"It should be looking for something." The Principal extended his hand. "The sea fog is gone. Bring the binoculars."

"Yes."

Not long after, a high-level warrior walked over with the binoculars. He stood in front of the Principal and picked up the binoculars to observe carefully.

The Principal of Beijing University: "..."

Pa!

"I'm asking you to give me the binoculars!"

After slapping the other party down, the Principal of Beijing University took a step forward and personally observed the situation.

"Hmm..."

"That's right."

"It's indeed looking for something."

He raised his head and gripped the binoculars tightly. He fell into deep thought.

The surrounding martial artists did not dare to speak either.

The scene slowly quieted down.

Only the noise of the waves caused by the swimming crocodile remained.

"Sir?"

The female assistant stuck her head out and asked tentatively, "Why don't we... fly over to a few drones?"

"No!"

The Principal of Beijing University immediately rejected. "High-level exotic beasts have their own minds, and their intelligence isn't low either. At this moment, its emotions are very unstable. If we disturb it, it's very likely that it'll vent its anger on us."

"Understood." Nodding, the female assistant took half a step back. "Then we'll wait now."

"Right. We can make low-and middle-level martial artists retreat. Facing a Level 9, they're not very useful. Only martial artists above Level 7 are left here."

"Yes."

"There's more." The Principal turned his head and sternly instructed, "Pay attention to silence."

"Yes, Sir."

In wartime, military orders could topple mountains.

Soon after receiving the order, all the fighters left in an orderly manner.

They left the frontline battlefield slowly.

"...Unbelievable."

In the crowd, Zhang Yanyan's face turned stiff as she said, "We've actually come down the city wall alive."

Most of the other warriors around her were also dumbfounded.

"Actually, we survived on the battlefield of the capital city." Xu Ruo supported Zhang Tie who had broken his leg and spoke.

"Not the same." Zhang Yanyan shook her head, "We escaped from the capital city. Here, we..."

She suddenly stopped. After thinking for a short while, she looked at Zhang Tie. "Elder Brother Tie, are we... 'victorious'?"

She sounded a bit absent-minded.

Because the word 'victorious' should not be used to describe the Beast Tide since ancient times...

"Victorious..."

Zhang Tie's mind also became confused.

'Did we win?'

'Did we win the Beast Tide?'

'Really?'

After stopping, Zhang Tie turned around and looked at the brilliant ocean under the midday sun. He remained silent for a long time.

"Victory..."

After wiping off the stains on his cheeks, Zhang Tie looked at Zhang Yanyan. "At least for the time being, we've won. The higher-ups can suppress a heavily wounded Level 9 exotic beast."

"...I feel like I'm dreaming."

"It's just an accident." Zhang Tie shook his head, "The exotic beasts are fighting among themselves. Humans are still unable to resist the Beast Tide. Next time, we won't be so lucky."

"No." Zhang Yanyan came back to her senses and said seriously, "For all humans, as long as we win once, the whole society will be reformed!"

Hearing this, Zhang Tie immediately recovered his composure as goosebumps rose all over his body. "Form consciousness!"

"Yes! It's form consciousness!"

"The era of the great gathering of all humans is coming..."

...

Tutu --

"It's here!"

Following the deafening roar of the propeller, a large transport plane slowly descended and stopped less than two meters away from the ruins of the city wall.

"The Level 9 is here." The Principal of Beijing University became alert and waved his hand. "Hurry up and welcome them."

"Yes."

The female assistant nodded and hurriedly led a group of Level 8 higher-ups to face the 'heavy' wind pressure of the propeller. They walked up to the front and raised their heads to wait.

Zhi --

A moment later.

The door of the transport plane opened.

A female wearing a white god-controlling robe appeared in front of everyone.

-- Mikami Youya!

"Shanghai..."

She took a step forward and stepped on the stairs of the transport plane. Mikami Youya didn't immediately get off the plane. Instead, she turned her head and looked at the ocean in the distance.

She saw a huge beast in the shape of a crocodile swimming around on the surface of the ocean, occasionally letting out an ethereal wail.

'It's true.'

'The Beast Tide has really been destroyed...'

Her pure white eyes were in a daze.

At this moment, Mikami Youya seemed to have seen two scenes.

One was a crocodile swimming around.

The other was a broken Shanghai.

The two echoed each other and continuously tore apart her spirit...

"Wu."

A moment later, Mikami Youya let out a muffled groan and covered her forehead in pain.

"Lord!"

The martial artist standing at the back of the cabin was shocked and immediately reached out to help her up. "Lord, are you alright?"

"...I'm fine."

Closing her eyes, Mikami Youya tried her best to calm down the pain. "I'm going down."

"Be careful..."

Mikami Youya did not reply. She closed her eyes and leaped, landing lightly in front of the female assistant.

"Salute!" the female assistant shouted.

Swish...

The martial artists behind her moved in unison.

"Thank you."

Opening her eyes, Mikami Youya nodded and saluted. She was about to step forward, but because of the dizziness, she swayed a few times and could not help but retch.

"Lord Mikami, are you... airsick?" the female assistant probed.

Mikami Youya: "..."

"Don't talk nonsense." The old woman at the side frowned. "How can a martial artist get airsick? Maybe it's just pregnancy."

Mikami Youya: "..."

"Pregnancy?." Another warrior with a big waist said gruffly, "This is too ridiculous. Maybe it's just radiation and chemotherapy after cancer."

Mikami Youya: "..."

"Ah." The old woman suddenly understood. "Then Lord, you have to take care of your body. Don't die. We humans only have you, a Level 9 warrior."

The old woman intentionally emphasized the word 'Level 9'.

"Thank you for your concern." Mikami Youya bit her lips lightly.

She knew.

These high-level fighters of Shanghai were using a 'different' method to intimidate her.

Because her 'foresight' had indeed made a mistake.

It was impossible for the martial arts world of China, and even the entire world, not to be resentful.

After all, during the battle of the capital city... She was certain that the capital city would be destroyed, so she did not go to help...

Only when one was 100% correct would one be able to predict the future.

Otherwise, as long as there was a single mistake, this type of 'prediction' would be uncertain.

Because an 'uncertain' prediction would indirectly 'kill' a Level 9 martial artist, and the blame could not be erased no matter what.

There were billions of people in the world, and the martial arts world had developed for decades, but in the end, there were only two Level 9 martial artists...

"..."

With this thought in mind, Mikami Youya bent down and bowed slightly. "I'm really sorry."

"Lord... Lord Mikami, what are you talking about?" The female assistant smiled sheepishly. She secretly turned her head to glare at the crowd and eagerly led the way. "Our Principal is waiting for you over there. Please."

"Okay."

The two of them walked forward one after the other.

Under the crowd of warriors, they came to the front of the Principal of Beijing University.

"Hello."

The Principal of Beijing University walked forward quickly and warmly held Mikami Youya's hand. "It's been hard on you after such a long journey."

"You're too polite. Let's get straight to the point."

"Okay." The Principal of Beijing University nodded. He didn't waste any more time on pleasantries. He turned around and pointed at the surface of the sea. "There are a total of two Level 9 beasts. One of them is already on the verge of death. It just escaped through the void crack. It's the only one left. It's heavily injured."

"It's been swimming all this time?" Mikami Youya asked.

"Yes. It's been swimming for half an hour."

"Why did they have an internal conflict?"

"I'm not sure." The Principal narrowed his eyes. "The think tank is still analyzing it, but they haven't come up with any accurate results yet. We still need to gather more information."

"I feel..." Mikami Youya took the telescope that the Principal handed over and looked at it seriously for a long time. "It seems to be looking for something."

"Yeah, that's what I think too."

"Maybe the fight between them is about that thing."

"Yeah, that's what I think too."

"If we can find that thing too, we might be able to control a Level 9 beast indirectly!"

"Yeah, that's what I think too."

Mikami Youya: "...Do you have the video of their internal fight? Let me take a look. Maybe we can find something."

"Yes." The Principal of Beijing University hooked his hand and gestured for his subordinate to hand over the high frame rate camera. He showed it to Mikami Youya.

"At least ten angles were taken at the same time, as well as the high-altitude drone angle. But they were too fierce. The sea fog nearby was very thick, so there wasn't much effective content."

After taking the camera, Mikami Youya did not reply. She just seriously fast-forwarded the video and started from the beginning.

She did not miss a single second.

Including the Principal of Beijing University, the rest of the Shanghai martial artists all quieted down and waited silently.

Two hours later.

The Level 9 crocodile was still wandering on the surface of the sea.

Mikami Youya had already seen the end.

With a 'pa' sound, she closed the screen.

"How was it?" The Principal asked, "Did you find anything?"

"A little." Mikami Youya looked at the crocodile in the distance, her gaze gloomy. "There were many times in the middle. One side had already been knocked down, but the other side did not pursue the victory."

"I noticed it too. There's a contradiction here," the Principal said. "If it didn't kill the other, why did they fight so miserably?"

"Maybe it's these two exotic beasts that are more virtuous." The old woman raised her hand and spoke.

"Exotic beasts aren't virtuous." Mikami Youya shook her head. "There must be a secret here."

"Wu wu wu --"

There was another long and sorrowful cry. The crocodile lay on the surface of the sea, circling in pain.

"This cry..." The female assistant blinked. "It's too pitiful."

"What exactly happened?" The Principal of Beijing University was a little irritated.

Standing in place, Mikami Youya pondered for a moment and closed her eyes.

"Phew."

The force slowly rose.

She saw the future again...

It was still the destruction of Shanghai.

"No."

She opened her eyes and bit her lip.

"Did you predict it just now?" the Principal asked.

"The prediction failed." She turned to look at the Principal of Beijing University. "History has changed, but my prediction will always remain in the past timeline."

"In other words, you won't be able to predict it in the future?"

"...Mm. There's no point in predicting it anymore."

The Principal opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but the words on the tip of his tongue changed. "Then what should we do now? Should we go deal with that Level 9 beast? It's heavily injured. It should be easy for you to deal with it, right?"

"Yes, but we're not in a hurry. Let's see what that Level 9 beast wants to do first."

"Alright."

The conversation came to an end.

Everyone stopped at the shore and began to wait.

One hour.

Five hours.

Ten hours...

The dark clouds dispersed and the moon appeared.

The sky gradually darkened.

One hour.

Five hours.

Ten hours...

The moonlight dimmed and the sun rose.

The sky gradually brightened again.

Other than the crocodile swimming in the middle of the sea, neither the people on the shore nor Chen Yu, who was hiding at the bottom of the sea, moved.

The martial artists were observing.

Chen Yu, on the other hand, was preventing himself from being observed.

He always felt that the crocodiles' howls seemed to have a certain 'sonar' function.

Once he moved, he might be caught...

'F*ck, why aren't you leaving?'

Slowly raising his head and looking at the motionless black figure on the distant sea, Chen Yu cursed in his heart.

'F*ck! It's an a*shole if it doesn't move at all!'

'I can live in the water anyway.'

'Let's see who can endure it...'

He lowered his head again and cursed the martial artists of Shanghai in his heart.

'Are you a dead fish? Why aren't you making a move? Are you waiting for your cubs?'

'Xiao Yao is still waiting for me to resurrect her. F*ck...'

[JFF&##.^处**GS——]

At this moment, a familiar electronic voice sounded in Chen Yu's ears.

[Warning!]

[The world's curse of hatred has ended.]

[Please leave the current world.]

[The time limit has ended. The curse has disappeared.]

[Please leave the current world...]

Boom!

The moment the electronic voice sounded, something happened on the surface of the sea!