"Salty Fish, I got all the bombs you asked for. Should I teleport them over now?"
While the two on the ground were searching for an opening, Zhang Shou's voice came from the bubble in Yu Xian's ear. Before heading over to intercept the pair, Yu Xian had sent Zhang Shou back to the office so he could fetch more bombs from the equipment room.
Mainly, he had realized that bombs were genuinely effective.
Especially when paired with his spatial bubbles, giving enemies zero chance to dodge.
The bombs manufactured by Qilin were immensely powerful; their only drawback was that hitting targets was difficult. If used at close range, they could easily injure friendly forces, while from far away they were too conspicuous—with the reaction speeds of most Transcendents, targets could escape before the blast.
Consequently, these bombs were generally only used against low-intelligence transcendent creatures or slow, massive ones. Unless in special terrain, their effectiveness against human Transcendents was abysmal.
Currently, the Navy was actually the biggest consumer of these bombs.
Transcendent creatures in the ocean were often colossal, and tossing out a few bombs at random was enough to blow them out of the water.
"All right, teleport them all over," Yu Xian responded immediately. The bombs he had brought earlier had all been dumped on the perfect creature.
Moments later, more and more bombs were teleported over. He promptly stashed the various explosives into his storage space. With these bombs, his shortcoming in lethal damage was thoroughly made up for.
His silver threads couldn't even kill the weaker Scott, let alone the dual-blade-wielding Nightwing.
In fact, he suspected that even if Nightwing didn't use twin blades, the silver threads forged from Silver Blood might not pierce Nightwing's defense.
Just as seeing an adult tiger naturally stirred primal fear in human hearts, Nightwing's every movement carried that same aura of menace. Nightwing was clearly formidable—even if not Tiger rank, he was at least high Wolf rank.
Right then, the two men on the ground abruptly split up, one sprinting to the right and the other to the left.
Their plan was simple: once they separated, the enemy in the sky could only focus on one target, allowing the other to seize the opportunity to attack.
Sometimes, simpler plans were more effective. Unless Yu Xian possessed wide-area sensory abilities, he truly could only keep his eyes on one of them.
Under normal circumstances, he would have focused on the more threatening Nightwing, but his intuition told him that Scott was actually the more dangerous one.
Thus, the moment the two parted ways, he locked onto Scott and manipulated the surrounding silver threads to swiftly converge on him.
"Damn it, he picked me."
"Could it be that using the Killing Intent Tracking Arrow put him on guard against me?"
On the ground, Scott dodged a slash from a silver thread, his brow furrowing slightly as thoughts churned.
Just as Yu Xian had deduced, though Scott wasn't as strong as Nightwing, his equipment and items far surpassed Nightwing's. Given just a single opening, he could unleash destructive power vastly superior to Nightwing's.
The problem was that Yu Xian had singled him out, giving him no chance to deploy those items and equipment. Even if he did, Yu Xian would have plenty of time to react and redirect the attack back onto him via spatial abilities. For now, he could only pin his hopes on Nightwing.
Suddenly, a figure clad in silver armor appeared ahead, charging forward brandishing a steel saber.
Scott hadn't expected the enemy to dare close the distance. Sneering, he conjured a dagger in hand. As they closed in, both struck simultaneously; his dagger effortlessly cleaved the steel saber in two.
Scott immediately followed through, plunging the dagger straight into the armored figure's chest.
Wait, no!
The sensation was completely wrong.
The instant the dagger sank in, the smile on Scott's face vanished. A split second later, the armor detonated with a roar.
Boom!
Scott flew backward and slammed violently into a boulder, instantly spiderwebbing it with cracks.
In the sky, seeing that the outcome was decided, Yu Xian smiled faintly. Combat was never purely about raw strength—it was about brains. Weaving a suit of armor out of silver threads from Silver Blood, then packing the hollow shell with a massive cache of bombs, he had deceived Scott with ridiculous ease.
Pfft!
On the ground, Scott coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Before he could even begin to tend to his wounds, he looked down and saw fifty bombs already waiting for him.
Strike while he's down, finish him off!
Rumble!
This explosion was far more devastating than the previous one.
In an instant, Scott's body was torn apart like a tattered rag doll in the blast, trembling amidst flying flesh and blood.
"Spatial abilities paired with tech... its lethality is actually this terrifying..."
The bizarre thought flitted through Scott's mind in his final moment before darkness took his eyes and consciousness faded.
After the explosion subsided, numerous silver threads shot out from dozens of tiny bubbles. After hacking Scott's remains into pieces, one of the silver threads gingerly slipped the storage ring off Scott's finger. Another silver thread located the blown-away dagger—it was undoubtedly transcendent gear, worth a tidy sum.
After collecting his spoils, Yu Xian dropped another hundred bombs, blowing Scott's corpse completely into powder.
Most Transcendents possessed vitality far surpassing normal humans, especially vampires, werewolves, or lucky individuals gifted with powers like the Pangu Immortality Divine Ability. At higher levels, they could survive even if reduced to just a severed head.
Extensive documentation within Qilin proved that weeds had to be cut at the roots and evil eradicated entirely—enemies could never be left with any chance of a comeback.
Otherwise, regret was guaranteed.
After confirming that Scott was dead beyond doubt, Yu Xian looked toward the right. Next was the other one.
In an instant, he vanished from the bubble and reappeared in another.
Although he lacked the spare attention to actively track the second enemy, he could command a bubble to fly in the direction Nightwing had fled.
As long as the target hadn't made erratic turns, the bubble shouldn't be too far from him.
"Where is he?"
"When the enemy is exposed and I am concealed, settle scores one by one."
"When the enemy is concealed and I am exposed, tread with caution..."
Sitting inside the bubble, Yu Xian surveyed the ground below, but found no trace of Nightwing. Instantly sensing danger, he shifted positions without delay, teleporting himself to a spatial bubble nearest to the perfect creature.
No matter what plan the enemy had, he simply wouldn't take the bait.
In any case, the enemy's ultimate objective was either the Evil-Slaying Squad or the perfect creature. No matter how stealthily Nightwing hid, he would eventually have to circle back here.
Yu Xian had no reason to play hide-and-seek and put himself in harm's way.
On the other side, Nightwing—disguised as a rock—had been keeping watch on the sky.
Because of Scott's arrow, Yu Xian had repositioned himself earlier, so locating Yu Xian high above would naturally take some time.
He had faith in Scott's capabilities, believing that even if Scott couldn't defeat the enemy, he at least wouldn't die at his hands. That gave him plenty of time to pinpoint their airborne foe.
The bastard is hiding deep!
Nightwing's expression grew grim as he scanned the heavens. As long as he locked onto the target, he was confident he could slice through this troublesome, formidable foe with a single strike.
Chapter 66