Otherworldly Affairs Office-Chapter 784: A New Rival (Please Subscribe)

Despite the risk of it affecting Saraf, the three shots of the electromagnetic cannon did serve their intended purpose. They successfully interrupted the enemy's process of absorbing blood and sent Saraf's body, which was lying on the ground, flying far away.

"Hey! Are you okay? You're not dead, are you?" Pei Yan descended from the sky and landed in front of Saraf. He glanced at Saraf's motionless body on the ground and urged him, thinking that if Saraf wasn't dead at the hands of the enemy but instead by his own attack, it would be quite a joke.

Saraf's timely groan of pain served as an answer, confirming he was still breathing. Pei Yan breathed a sigh of relief, then turned his attention to the enemy in front of him and asked, "So, you're the trump card of Divine Will this time? Which of the Seven Deadly Sins are you?"

The man wasn't angry at Pei Yan's interference, raised his charred arm to press against the broken Dragon Finger embedded in his left shoulder. With a bit of force, a painful expression came over him, and then he gritted his teeth and pulled out the Dragon Finger, taking with it blood and dark green pus. The tip of the finger emitted a strange blue glow, and the pus flowing out implied that the Dragon Finger contained some fierce, unknown poison.

Casually tossing the Dragon Finger aside, the mysterious Blood Slaughter member endured the pain and pressed his hand against the wound. Between clenched teeth, he forced a smile more grotesque than crying, and retorted, "You're Pei Yan. Haha! Your appearance here means the other three members of our team have all been taken out by you!"

"Ah, they're dead beyond saving! Lust, Gluttony, Envy, plus Wrath from before, four of your Divine Will's Seven Deadly Sins are already done for. So which one are you? Greed? Sloth? Or Pride?" Pei Yan retorted, glancing at the near-death Saraf and back at the stranger, lamenting, "Divine Will really is formidable, able to beat a Child of Origin like this. Come on! Tell me your name, let me see what you're capable of."

Faced with Pei Yan's provocation, the man shook his head with a bitter smile, "You say we're formidable, but you're impressive too, single-handedly nearly wiping out half of Divine Will's top-tier superpower users. Yet, you're mistaken; I'm not among the ones you mentioned, the Seven Deadly Sins. Yes, they are indeed among the elites of Tier Eight Superpowers in Divine Will and Blood Slaughter Organization, their abilities can stand tall in several planes! But even with their abilities, they don't qualify to include me in their squad."

"Oh?" On hearing this, Pei Yan was immediately intrigued. If what he said was true, then he and the person battling Lin Daozi should be the main actors in Blood Slaughter's participation in this competition. Considering the Seven Deadly Sins' members are just supporting players to both of them, what could their origins be?

Observing Pei Yan's brief moment of confusion, the man gestured to interrupt him, "There's no need to ask; now is not the time to reveal my identity." As he spoke, he pointed to his own sorry state in self-mockery, "Nor is it the best timing for us to clash, at least not for me! It seems I must retreat from you. If there's a chance—no, there will undoubtedly be a chance for us to meet again. When that time comes, it will be our true confrontation, and I'm looking forward to it."

With these words, he didn't wait for Pei Yan to make a move and swiftly vanished into the void, leaving no trace. Witnessing this, Pei Yan stood dazed for a while before coming to his senses. He's indeed a decisive person, turned tail and fled when the situation was unfavorable without uttering a single unnecessary word. Realizing he had no means to pursue, Pei Yan could only shake his head with a wry smile. He then turned to Saraf, squatted down, and supported him to check if he could still hold on.

"Hey! Can you hear me? Are you still conscious?" Flipping Saraf's body, Pei Yan closely observed and found out just how badly injured he was. Half of his face was severely damaged, one eye turned into a bloody hollow, the leaking blood had coagulated, and combined with his face contorted in pain, made the once handsome face resemble a hellish demon.

Looking over his body, his right arm and left calf were missing, covered with numerous wounds all over. A broken bone protruded from his chest, making for a gruesome sight.

Upon hearing Pei Yan's call, Saraf struggled to turn his neck. When he realized it was Pei Yan, a trace of complex emotion flashed across his remaining single eye, his lips twitching as he managed a bitter smile, "Didn't expect to be saved by you."

"Hey! Why go all out like that? If you can't win, break the wristband and flee!" Seeing Saraf's miserable state, Pei Yan wasn't taking pleasure in his misfortune but rather spoke with sincerity.

"In your case, would you run?" Saraf's eyes wandered, responding with a question.

"Depending on the situation, if it's not my family or friends in crisis, I'd choose to run!" Pei Yan replied candidly.

"Hahaha, you're quite straightforward, perhaps that's what sets us apart. For the honor of the Dragon Race, I'd rather die in battle than choose to retreat." Saraf spoke, his words tugging at his injuries, leading to a dry cough that expelled quite a bit of clotted blood.

Pei Yan didn't have much of a reaction to his statement. Everyone has their way of living; some prioritize honor above life itself, which is understandable. He's not ashamed of his choices, nor would he criticize others for being unrealistic.

"Can't your body begin healing itself?" Supporting Saraf's body upright, without any healing means, Pei Yan worriedly looked at his state of coughing blood non-stop.

"You should know, everyone including us cultivators, has limits on self-recovery, just varying in degree. From the battle earlier, I've overexerted myself and furthermore..." With another coughing fit, Saraf's eye filled with hatred as he said venomously, "Moreover, that bastard absorbed most of my Bloodline Power, leaving my body exceedingly weakened and greatly slowing my healing rate!"

"So what now? He's escaped, and what about you? Will you withdraw from the competition yourself, or what do you intend to do?" Hearing this, Pei Yan marveled at the peril of the recent fight and looked at Saraf's broken body, conflicted.

"What, you're not planning to take this chance to eliminate me? This is your best opportunity!" Saraf met Pei Yan's gaze and asked back.

"Hehehe!" Pei Yan sneered sarcastically, "That's what you'd call having the heart of a vile person, judging a gentleman's character! If I really had such thoughts, why bother saving you? Watching you get beaten to death by him would suffice, so hurry up and decide what you want, if you're quitting just break the wristband and spare me the trouble!"

"Sorry, I've offended you!" Hearing Pei Yan's rebuke, Saraf, with a face full of remorse, lowered his head sincerely to apologize.