"Guess how long I’ve been searching for you, bastard..." Ghost Bell stared directly at the face of the Father of Puppets, suppressing his fury as he spoke in a deep voice.
"So, you are Ghost Bell, one of the rare Ti Series Superpower Users in the world. I know your na, but I don’t know what I’ve done to make you so... angry, hysterical?" The Father of Puppets stood on the shoulder of the chanical Buddha, scratching the bandages on his face, his voice hoarse and ominous.
"Five years ago, Li Jing, Old Jingmai District, do you rember what you did?"
"Old Jingmai District?" The Father of Puppets thought for a mont, "If it’s about that operation, I was already punished, banned from missions for quite so ti... Isn’t that enough? Or is it that... among those accidentally hard during that operation, were there people close to you?"
"Her na was Su Ying."
"Do you really need to be angry with ? You are also a Catastrophe-level Superpower User, so you should understand as well. Accidentally killing a person is like soone accidentally stepping on an ant; you should bla yourself for not choosing a more resilient lifeform to be your partner, you need soone who matches you."
Ghost Bell suddenly paused.
He bit his teeth and lowered his head, recalling the first ti he t Su Ying. How proud and lively she was back then, so strong that she seed unreachable to him. Yet she gave up her title as a genius Exorcist, willingly staying by his side as an ordinary person for twenty years.
It was because, at that ti, he foolishly touched his nose and said to her, "I’ll protect you, co with ."
Su Ying was stunned for a long mont, put her hands behind her back, and then looked up at him with a radiant smile.
Ghost Bell lowered his eyes to the tal Gloves, slowly clenching his fingers, and then the deafening sound of a bell echoed as he summoned a gigantic Clock Tower behind him.
At the mont the Clock Tower appeared, Ghost Bell abruptly lifted his head, stomped the ground, sand beneath his feet burst open and caved in—! His body shot forward like a cannonball, a trail of violent light stretching from the corner of his eye, scarlet and striking!
anwhile, the hands of the giant Clock Tower began to rotate.
With a "click-click" sound, the hands swiftly circled around again and again, each number on the clock face seed to tremble.
"Your power is just as I thought," the Father of Puppets didn’t look at the attacking Ghost Bell but instead watched the rapidly spinning hands, "as long as you prevent before the hands settle, there’s nothing to fear even if ti stops."
As he spoke, the chanical Buddha suddenly lifted six palms, covering Ajaya and the Father of Puppets on his left shoulder.
The overlapping palms and arms enclosed them, like a golden forest, the figures of the Father of Puppets and Ajaya were quickly swallowed by the forest’s shadows!
At the sa ti, the clock hands landed on the number "12", and the world fell into complete silence, then was covered in a layer of rcury-like hue.
The wind ceased to breathe, and the dust in the air no longer swayed.
Ghost Bell, like a tyrant ruling over ti, roared and leapt, his arm blade shredding through the rcury hue in the air, slicing above one of the chanical Buddha’s palms, carving a massive gash!
Gears flew out, steam sprayed!
In the next mont, Ghost Bell smashed his fist into another of Buddha’s arms, creating a deep dent.
"Boom—!"
In an instant, one of the chanical Buddha’s arms sagged down with a roar, hanging on the ground.
It was left with only five arms.
The next second, ti resud flow, an unexpected golden palm ca crashing down, almost surpassing the speed of sound! Ghost Bell’s figure was embedded in the massive palm, warped in high speed, then hurled a hundred ters away.
He flew back through the air, his combat suit tearing at one corner, finally crashing atop the Clock Tower with a deafening impact.
Ghost Bell knelt on one knee amidst the flying sand, slowly rose, and wiped the blood trickling from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.
Every five seconds, the hands of the Clock Tower would move to a ti point designated by him;
but the hands could not move to the sa ti point consecutively twice, to use the ability of the sa ti point, it must be alternated once with the turn of the hands, so he could not pause ti twice in succession.
The Father of Puppets remained unmoved. He stood calmly on the shoulder of the chanical Buddha, observing Ghost Bell.
At the next mont, Ghost Bell’s shadow suddenly rose from the sand, its outline identical to Ghost Bell’s, equally strong and powerful.
The two surged forward together, tearing through the wild sand, shuttling through the desert, flanking the chanical Buddha from both sides!
The Father of Puppets crossed his arms, using his old trick.
The chanical Buddha first raised two palms, each slapping towards Ghost Bell and his shadow.
At the sa ti, it brought the remaining three arms close to his shoulder, using the three giant palms to protect it, not letting Ghost Bell have any chance to harm the Father of Puppets and Ajaya.
Two giant golden palms tore through the air, nearly raising a sandstorm, then ca crashing down directly!
Ghost Bell’s speed was slightly inferior, thus was imdiately slapped away by the incoming palm.
But the fate of the shadow was different—because at that mont five seconds had passed, the hands of the Clock Tower liberated once more, spinning at high speed, instantly reaching a conclusion.
Reviews
All reviews (0)