Look Out for Me a Little

At that moment, the crowd on the ground fled in chaotic, disheveled panic, even though they were entirely capable of shattering the tumbling stones and burning timbers... The sheer sense of powerlessness inspired by the battle before their eyes was so overwhelming that it made them feel weak and frail. Cries of alarm erupted in all directions. Stones and fire rained down from above... Higher up, Theodore's figure was also descending. The instant the iron armor crashed full-force into the lighthouse, it borrowed the recoil force and, paired with a powerful kick off the structure, sprang out and shot sideways at extreme speed... This continuous motion happened in a flash, yet it still included a lateral roll. It was a machine, performing an exact twist, realignment, and linear glide with such tremendous weight and kinetic force, knight broadsword pointed forward, as Rusty Sister lunged straight across the air toward where Theodore was falling. *Crack.* In such an environment, the sound should have been impossible to hear, yet the airborne movement itself seemed to convey sound. Like someone flicking a lighter, sparking a brief flash of electric fire... Theodore’s figure suddenly snapped to a halt in mid-air with that crack, stopping almost like teleportation before reappearing at a horizontal point nearby. This position placed him right above Rusty Sister. Raising his black blade high with both hands, Theodore slashed down through the air, aiming straight for the iron armor's waist. He was a super! The extent to which super combat power Theodore had developed the properties of his life source energy went far beyond merely blasting it in bursts upon infusion. "Ah..." In an instant, shrill screams rang out from the crowd—especially from the Azure Dragon Gang's three-hundred-man formation—filled with anxiety, panic, and even hysteria. In the next second, the shattering of the iron armor seemed all but inevitable. People had almost forgotten that there was a person inside, a young girl; it felt as though the suit was about to be cleaved apart, tumbling down amid crackling sparks of electricity. When the realization struck them, some grew red-eyed with grief. Yet, *boom!* A streak of shooting blue light suddenly burst into everyone's vision, piercing through the falling stones and flames, grazing past the side of the iron armor, and hurtling upward to slam violently against the black blade in Theodore's hands. No one could discern the exact shape of that blue radiance until Theodore, in his fury, brought it down with his superior reserve of dense source energy, finally revealing the form of the blue-light starlight column sword. The impact slowed the descent of the black blade, yet it continued its downward swing. However, someone had arrived. Within an interval of less than zero point two seconds, Major Qing’s twin-blade-wielding figure followed right on the heels of the column sword... shattering falling stones and smashing through fire along the way, charging straight up at Theodore from below. His right blade was held horizontally, supported against the brace along his forearm, while his left blade swept in a vicious slash toward Theodore's neck. Keen-eyed experts could even see that as he passed the iron armor, he kicked her... kicking her out of harm's way. Then—*KONG!* It was a sound that should never have come from colliding blades. The clash between the black blade and Han Qingyu's right blade, two edges driving toward each other, unleashed colliding source energy surges that infinitely compressed the solid air between them, creating a millimeter-thin pocket and producing that bizarre acoustic shock. The next instant, the maximally compressed air detonated. Fissures webbed across the inner bones of Han Qingyu's right forearm, yet his grip on the blade never faltered. At the same time, Theodore was also blown back, hurtling upward and away... Waiting for him there was Second Lieutenant Shen Yixiu, who had just been kicked into position. At that split second, the iron armor hovered upright in mid-air, both hands clutching the knight broadsword. Anticipating the trajectory, she initiated her strike early, unleashing a violent half-spinning horizontal slash from left to right directly at Theodore's flying body. A waist chop answered with a waist chop. ...This slash looked impossible to evade. Yet that *crack* sounded again. Theodore's baffling, incomprehensible movement reappeared. Like a sudden flicker of lightning in the night sky, the man vanished. "Teleportation?" "Practically teleportation!" When Theodore reappeared behind Han Qingyu in the next scene, blood was trickling from the corner of his mouth. Clearly, this mode of movement took a severe toll on his own body as well. "I think it's time you learned what a super truly is," he said from behind, the black blade having already left a diagonal gash below Han Qingyu's right shoulder. A figure fell, blood splattering across the vast sky. *Whoosh!* An uproar erupted from the crowd. Major Qing's body crashed toward the ground under the heavy blow. At the same moment, however, a smaller column sword—its black and red outer casing peeling away automatically—grazed past his falling form and shot toward Theodore behind him at a speed scarcely visible to the naked eye. Theodore possessed detailed intelligence on Han Qingyu, so he had been constantly on guard against that massive weapon... Much like Qu Zongyan before him, he had no idea a smaller column sword existed. The person who provided them with follow-up information had withheld this crucial detail. By the time the smaller column sword entered his line of sight, it was less than two meters from his face. That was precisely how Qu Zongyan had died. *Crack!* A third near-teleportation maneuver. His face twisted in a ferocious grimace, Theodore reappeared standing atop the sheared-off stump of the abandoned lighthouse... A thick mouthful of blood suddenly surged from his lips, while the right side of his face was left a mangled mess of flesh and blood. Theodore was wounded. Even after pulling off another "teleportation" that left the crowd reeling in awe and utter helplessness, he had suffered internal shock damage from his own source energy, and the column sword he had dodged had still left its mark. This was the first time Major Qing had wounded him. To onlookers, it felt like watching a battered, dying man stubbornly fighting back until he finally landed a solid punch on his opponent. That man was The King. In the past, the people here had only heard tales of his glory and legend; they had never witnessed his stubborn resilience and struggle. Now, they saw it with their own eyes. It seemed even more stirring than the legend itself. The youths dreaming of legendary feats began to understand the sheer battle and unyielding will that lay behind the meteoric rise of a genius. For the first time, this scene made everyone realize that Theodore could actually lose tonight... If Theodore truly possessed limitless teleportation and could keep moving like that indefinitely, he would undoubtedly remain undefeated. Evidently, he could not. Unfortunately, Major Qing appeared to be in far worse condition. The force of his crash from the air gouged a crater into the sandy ground, causing the surrounding sand and soil to collapse inward. There was no movement from the person in the pit; his life hung in the balance, and he might well have been buried alive. *Bang!* The iron armor landed heavily a moment later. Scrambling to her feet at the edge of the pit, Shen Yixiu did not even have time to look back; she raised her sword on guard, staring up into the heights. In that single breath, the main combat forces were repositioning. On the ground, the battlefield that had never truly paused suddenly erupted once more into a full-scale offensive—over twelve hundred men pressing down against three hundred. A sea of khaki-clad figures surged toward the three-hundred-man formation. Among them, three exceptionally formidable silhouettes charged in unison straight toward the man holding the black spear. Theodore still had three top-tier combatants left under his command. The moment the melee resumed, all three converged on Wu Xu, intending to seize the chance to finish him off. "Fuck! Wu Xu is practically a plucked chicken right now, even if he can flutter his wings every now and then..." Zhu Jiaming saw them. Gripping his blade, he sighed and broke into a sprint... He couldn't let Wu Xu face three top-tiers alone. *I'll draw one off.* *But which one?!* The Little Prince hesitated mid-stride. His combat power was hardly anything impressive here, and among the three opponents, Fonseca was ranked fifth on the assassin rankings—meaning he was publicly recognized as the foremost figure beneath the supers in the City of Iniquity. Zhu Jiaming couldn't even beat Weize in a fight. Pierre was ranked eighth and carried injuries. The remaining one was probably the weakest. "Plague Chicken!" the Little Prince shouted suddenly without looking back. "Stop staring over there! Han Green Snake won't die that easily—look out for me a little!" The shout ought to have sounded heroic and tragic, yet somehow it came out rather pathetic, like an utterly helpless plea, an earnest entreaty, a desperate grasp at a pant leg... As the words fell, the Little Prince charged resolutely toward Fonseca.