Apocalypse: I Have One More Keyword Than Others-Chapter 62 - 0 The Heavenly Demon is a group of pitiable

Chapter 62: 062 The Heavenly Demon is a group of pitiable people_1

Chapter 62: 062 The Heavenly Demon is a group of pitiable people_1

Thieves don’t come empty-handed.

Having come all this way, how could Duge just drop a few words and leave?

If he left, wouldn’t Tong Shihong’s stabbing be in vain!

Therefore, even without Sect Master Zong’s provocation, he was determined to bring Hua Mountain to its knees.

In any world, fists are the ultimate reason.

If your fists aren’t big enough, who will listen when you preach fairness or morality?

…

“This Feng Qi, no matter how clever, still couldn’t resist provocation!”

“Too reckless, what a pity for the Peacekeeping Gang’s momentum to dissipate like smoke.”

“Feng Qi was overconfident, clearly having so many people at his disposal, yet insisted on facing them with just three people…”

“Having never truly managed it, who would lay down their life for the Peacekeeping Gang under Feng Qi? Why do you think he severely wounded Tong Shihong before the battle? Honestly, the fact that the Peacekeeping Gang didn’t revolt after Feng Qi left already proves how adept he is.”

“That’s a sound argument.”

“What was Feng Qi aiming for when he established the Peacekeeping Gang? Struggling so hard but gaining no benefit at all, was it really just to uphold justice for those commoners?”

“He is a Heavenly Demon, and cannot be understood with human thought. Do you know why they are called Heavenly Demons? There’s a saying in opera, ‘Without madness, one cannot survive.’

Feng Qi says that Heavenly Demons possess individual attributes and must act according to them. But I believe ‘demon’ is actually an obsession; they are trapped in obsessions.

Those who are stubborn can still be awakened by others, but these Demon Heads’ obsessions are instinctual; they can’t escape by themselves, only burrowing deeper. That’s why their behavior seems so peculiar to us. In their minds, everything they do is normal…”

“Now that you’ve put it that way, I understand. If obsession is killing, they can’t control the urge to kill; if obsession is hatred, they will despise the entire world. What Feng Qi said about Heavenly Demons being a scourge to the world is absolutely correct! He wanted to eliminate other Heavenly Demons, not realizing that he, too, is deeply mired in obsession, equally pitiable!”

“A pitiable demon!”

…

There are clever people among NPCs!

Such simple dialogues have filled in the theory of the Heavenly Demons, and they seem quite reasonable, aligning well with the players’ words and actions…

Watching the crowd behind with his Rear Eye, pitiable demon?

Noble sects monopolize all the resources; at last, there’s someone standing up for you, yet instead of helping, you stand by with cold remarks?

Who is truly pitiable?

If not for the benefits outside of the simulation arena, who would bother with you at all!

But how can one enjoy the show without getting splashed with a bit of blood?

Duge turned around, looking at the Rangers behind him, “Gentlemen, unbidden favors can only mean ill intent or theft. With such insistence from Sect Master Zong inviting me up Hua Mountain, there must be deceit afoot. I suspect that Heavenly Demons have infiltrated Hua Mountain, bewitching Sect Master Zong. If we can avoid a conflict, so be it, but if a fight is inevitable, I implore you all to retreat at least three shè out of harm’s way. Once Feng deals with Hua Mountain’s Heavenly Demons, you are welcome to join the Peacekeeping Gang temporarily to manage Hua Mountain’s vast assets. The Peacekeeping Gang is fair and just, and will not let anyone work in vain…”

Appeal to emotion, lure with prospects of gain.

Duge needed to keep these people on Hua Mountain to witness this battle of their rise to power.

This was necessary to deter other sects.

As for the other Heavenly Demons within Hua Mountain, Duge hardly considered them a threat; the first three groups from the simulation should be the ones worrying…

What if there are no Heavenly Demons?

If Duge said there are, then there must be…

…

Sect Master Zong indeed heard everything Feng Qi had said, but he didn’t take it to heart, not even bothering to refute it. Why waste so much breath on a few dead men?

Since ancient times, aside from Qiao He, not a single person has ever left the Hua Mountain’s Big Formation unscathed.

Still thinking of managing Hua Mountain’s assets?

Daydreaming!

Zong Gui watched Duge and the other two approaching and lowered his voice to speak to the dozen or so brothers with comparable skills, “Proceed as planned. If the arrows kill Wang San, so be it; if the arrows miss, remember to stuff your ears immediately and do not underestimate them…”

The dozen experts nodded in agreement.

Earplugs?

Duge’s ears twitched slightly. If it were as simple as blocking your ears to counteract the Outburst of the Delicate, it wouldn’t be worthy of being called a skill!

…

200 meters, 150 meters, 100 meters, 80 meters…

As Duge and his two companions entered the range of the arrows, Zong Gui suddenly shouted, “Release the arrows!”

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The hundred or so archers who had been ready for quite a while shot their arrows towards Wang San almost simultaneously.

The arrows covered every possible escape path for Wang San…

The moment the command to release the arrows was given.

Duge and his two companions suddenly quickened their pace, shooting forward like arrows themselves.

They were all ears and eyes on the road, having heard all of Tong Shihong’s arrangements and strategies, and they had long thought of countermeasures.

Duge charged at the front with a longsword in each hand, his right sword deflecting the arrows ahead while his left sword deflected the arrows Wang San couldn’t dodge in time. With the help of his Rear Eye, he could observe his surroundings without any blind spots, easily blocking a few arrows for Wang San.

The source of this c𝓸ntent is freewebnøvel.coɱ.

Feng Zhong was in the middle, his ten fingers pushing and pulling, putting all his usual practice to good use.

Arrows shot close to them were effortlessly deflected by him.

Although he and Wang San often argued, neither willing to submit to the other, he knew that Wang San’s Fear of the Delicate was their main force and naturally guarded him first.

With their protection, not a single arrow out of over a hundred managed to hit Wang San.

After a round of simultaneous firing, the bowmen no longer had the chance to shoot a second round.

This is why experts in the martial arts world do not use bows and arrows.

The speed of a master is too fast, even in an ambush, at most only one or two arrows could be shot before the adversary closes in.

Once an opponent closes in, the bow and arrow become cumbersome—instead of spending time practicing archery, it’s better to practice martial arts.

Bows and arrows are useless.

Zong Gui quickly picked up two balls of cotton and stuffed them into his ears, shouting, “Form the formation!”

Those beside him followed suit, promptly stuffing their ears as well.

Only the second-generation disciples and above had the privilege of stuffing their ears. Martial artists value keen hearing and sight, and blocking one’s hearing is like sealing away part of their power. The second-generation disciples could just barely manage it.

But the third-generation disciples, losing their hearing, couldn’t even coordinate with one another, and the formation fell into disarray.

…

Hundreds of Hua Mountain disciples filed out from the main hall, facing Duge, surrounding them layer by layer, their sword tips shining brightly as they pointed at the three of them.

What a treatment worthy of a TV drama!

In the martial arts world, if you don’t break through a sect’s gate or something, it’s as if you’ve come for nothing.

Indeed, such an array is truly thrilling…

On television, a swordsman who breaks into a famous sect gets surrounded by hundreds, sweeps away a swath with his sword, draws a line with his spear, slaughters all around, and eventually breaks out of the encirclement to kill the BOSS without even a hair being harmed—how suave that appears.

But in reality, being surrounded by hundreds, with nothing but sharp blades as far as the eye could see, that kind of intimidating force is simply unbearable for ordinary people—a person with even slightly weak mental fortitude could be scared to wet themselves on the spot.

However.

Duge was no longer an ordinary person.

Standing inside the circle, he looked at Zong Gui, undaunted, “Sect Leader Zong, as I expected, the Peacekeeping Gang maintains peace throughout the land, while the Hua Mountain Sect practices contrary to righteousness, such a calamity is well deserved!”

Wang San spoke at the same time, “My beloved darlings, I can hardly wait to turn your heads into my collectibles…”

He didn’t have Duge’s Rear Eye, so Fear of the Delicate couldn’t lock onto all the targets present.

So.

He only targeted the second-generation disciples around Zong Gui and the third-generation disciples in front of him, deliberately sparing Zong Gui himself.

Before he could finish speaking.

A stir had already arisen within the encircling Hua Mountain Sect disciples, fear creeping into the hearts of those with or without cotton in their ears.

Some of the more faint-hearted disciples even struggled to hold their swords steady.

Zong Gui, not being targeted by Wang San, didn’t feel much and couldn’t hear what Duge and Wang San were saying, but he sensed the abnormality beside him and without hesitation shouted, “Kill!”

Then he thrust his sword towards Wang San.

Those affected by Fear of the Delicate hesitated and didn’t move, but behind Wang San, those unaffected drew their longswords simultaneously with him.

At least five people, with five swords, slashing and stabbing, aimed for Wang San’s vitals, cutting off all his avenues of escape.

“Do not harm my brother.”

Duge pivoted, his two longswords spinning like windmills, fending off all the swords aimed at Wang San.

Before coming here, he was already able to overwhelmingly defeat Tong Shihong face-to-face, and after climbing the mountain, he received a buff. Blocking a few swords for Wang San was not a problem.

Furthermore, except for Zong Gui, the martial skills of others from Hua Mountain Sect couldn’t compare with Tong Shihong’s.

“My loves, no need to rush, one at a time, there are so many of you, my neck can’t bear all of you…” Wang San turned around opportunistically, his sinister smile continuing, letting his fear radiate towards more people. Under Duge’s protection, he even had the energy to pick up a skull hanging around his neck, put it under his nose, and take an intoxicated sniff, “Come, let’s be together forever…”

“Demons and Monsters!”

“Evil Demons!”

Wang San’s outrageous conduct caused those with weaker mental strength to lose their composure, forgetting the battle and turning to flee.

Thump!

The moment he turned, Duge’s longsword had already pierced through his back. With the help of the Rear Eye, he could perfectly seize any opportunity.

At the same time.

Wang San’s eyes turned blood red, and he became ecstatic.

Outburst of the Delicate, when someone he cared for was hurt, he could unleash tenfold the attack power.

In just three exchanges, their side had already lost a major player. Zong Gui’s face twisted in rage, thrusting his sword urgently, “Fifth brother, Wang San, you deserve to die…”