Chapter 1781: Chapter 1776: Cellmates

Clang!

It was still crisp, but the crispness was different.

Fu Qian "removing" his glove and sending his fist forward happened almost simultaneously.

And this simple knight did not disappoint, instantly meeting the attack head-on.

Given the direction of Fu Qian’s attack, he still used that giant shield.

During the clash of ferocious powers, the seemingly indestructible wordless monument was directly punched through with a fierce hole.

Compared to just self-protection functionality, we mainly wear gloves to protect our opponents.

"Punishment" requires quite strict conditions to be effective.

For example, the gift from the Red Moon allows my fists and feet to become somewhat like air bullets but not entirely unstoppable.

But now...

Granted with a successful hit, Fu Qian retreated, dodging the opponent’s counterattack and examining the gap he created.

It indeed looked just like a piece of torn metal, nothing peculiar.

But dodging the second punch from the chaser, Fu Qian finally noticed something odd—the hole seemed alive, self-repairing with a smoothness comparable to time reversal.

But it looked like any ordinary metal, no transcendence, no life, and certainly not liquid metal.

Faced with this unusual transformation, Fu Qian furrowed his brow slightly, pulling back at an even greater speed, then swung his fist backward, this time targeting the nearby wall.

BOOM!

With a great roar, a massive, terrifying pit appeared.

And almost without delay, the shattered bricks also started to self-repair as if alive.

This place is indeed strange; it’s not just the obstruction but everything around.

Concluding silently, Fu Qian did not dodge the large shield sweeping across but instead directly initiated Blood Conquest.

Amidst the powerful sounds of slicing wind, this strike missed again.

Moreover, the attack even stopped; the plain knight stood still, appearing to lose its target.

The force is formidable, but the perception seems to be not as keen.

Commenting internally, Fu Qian had already passed through this obstacle, while intense pain swept through his body.

...

It was like swimming in a river of broken glass, an unendurable sharpness.

In that instant, to avoid being shattered, Fu Qian had already completely removed the armor from his body.

And the exposed flesh was undoubtedly riddled with holes.

In the Blood Conquest state, movement is possible, but moving directly causes blood loss; such things Fu Qian had experienced before, but this level was still exaggerated.

Moreover, the previous tides had also caused considerable wear and tear.

Reassessing the remaining time of Pseudo-Divine Being, Fu Qian was in no hurry to activate the Abandonment King, nor did he turn back. In the next instant, he crashed downwards, traversing deeper into the building with a shattered body.

It might not save more blood bar than directly taking out the entity, but it would certainly save time.

Fu Qian reappeared in a space with a different structure.

In fact, that was also why he chose this place.

Besides the channel being square, it was practically a dead end.

Not needing to go far ahead, there was a row of dense bars.

We must admit this place was indeed lively; visible through the gaps was a figure in a narrow space, curled up like a prisoner in solitary.

Though the door was technically not closed.

Standing from this position, it was clear that this small cell looked extremely sturdy, but the door wasn’t locked at all and even left a slight gap, exuding a laid-back night attitude.

Yet under such conditions, the prisoner still appeared to have completely lost the will for freedom, merely bowing their head as if waiting for death.

Could it be fear of entrapment enforcement?

Without turning back, Fu Qian knew that reversing the direction along this channel, more than one plain knight was guarding there.

Why was he so sure and knew they weren’t mere decorations?

Simple, the noise from their armor-clad footsteps was excessively loud.

Seemingly becoming more active the deeper in; they were outright patrolling.

Although heavy, rigid, mechanical, like wound-up toys.

And the loudest footsteps were even approaching gradually.

Though the door was open, not leaving might be due to fear that this was entrapment enforcement, and being caught again and punished might not be entirely unwarranted.

As for why it seemed the occupant had such complex psychological activities?

Because at a glance, they differed from the tin cans, surely a human form, similar in height to himself, with a somewhat puffy face, even with tattered clothes.

Just like himself.

Fu Qian glanced down at himself; before appearing here, because his armor was stored away, he had thoughtfully put on some clothes.

Though shredded along the way, at this moment, both the clothes and his body bore scars.

In a sympathetic moment, Fu Qian moved sideways into the cell without touching the iron door.

The air remained silent, and an overhead inspection didn’t prompt any reaction from the counterpart.

However, Fu Qian did not utter a word; instead, the next moment, his hand reached under his torn clothes, slowly drawing out an oddly shaped bone knife.

Almost as long as his height, the sharp blade was narrow, and it seemed coated with a layer of glue on the surface.

"You..."

The prisoner finally lifted his head, almost closing his eyes into slits, staring at Fu Qian’s face, as pale as a wall.

...

Indeed, the outfit Fu Qian had cut for himself was precisely matching the one worn by the white-faced man he encountered in Akons.

Besides that, it also included the body shape, features, even the white bone ash spread over the entire body...

Suspected senior, powerful, had been hanging out in the depths of the mental world for many years, Fu Qian was equally curious about this opponent.

Unfortunately, the other party was not fond of communication, and all he ever knew was the weapon’s name.

According to last exploration’s experience, the Night Watchman was clearly observing these bubbles closely.

Fu Qian believed that they would surely notice such a peculiar place.

Under such circumstances, contemplating what guise to adopt for himself, Fu Qian’s first thought was the white-faced brother.

Prepared for all eventualities, though he couldn’t possibly linger here too long, what if he bumped into the Night Watchman’s surveillance equipment?

On one hand, it could cast the blame elsewhere, and on the other hand, perhaps by observing the Night Watchman’s reactions, he could gather more information on the white-faced brother.

Like the uniquely shaped prisoner before his eyes, perhaps they were their informant.

"Broken..."

In delightful imagination, Fu Qian stared into those looking eyes, stroking the blade, mimicking the white-faced man’s tone.

Impossible...

This line wasn’t from the prisoner but a monologue Fu Qian attributed to him based on reactions.

The other did appear to vaguely recognize him and clearly seemed quite surprised.

As well as entirely lacking any excitement that should have accompanied a rescue.

BANG—

Moreover, with a loud crash, the cell door had been pulled shut by him.

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