Defeating Magic Chapter 16: My Gun is Cool, Right? Want to Play With it?

Chapter 16: My Gun is Cool, Right? Want to Play With it? 

Translated by Addis of Exiled Rebels Scanlations

Editor: Kiramekineko

  

Zhou Yan’s figure disappeared in the door, Luo Futu turned around and walked in the opposite direction from him. He walked out while feeling very absurd; he was not a fledgling boy, but because Zhou Yan said to him “trust me” he seemed to have a touch of emotion.

Yes, he was touched. In the first half of his life full of lies, deceit, blood, and death, Luo Futu never thought about who to trust, and forgot what touching felt like. The emotion of being touched was not only superfluous to him, but also deadly, and maybe one day, it would become a sword to pierce him.

No, it was not a possibility. Reality has already proved this to Luo Futu, as he was now in this situation because he did not prevent the people around him.

Luo Futu’s heart had long ago become cold and hard as ice. He could easily erase a life, but would never deliver trust.

In the future, it would be even less so. He thought, even now, that he did not walk out because he had trust in Zhou Yan, he just wanted to practice what he had thought before: he simply was not willing to wait for a yong to save him. As for the statement about thunder and lightning, Luo Futu actually did not take it too seriously. He didn’t even think Zhou Yan would come back.

Two mystics in black robes melted down a wall and wanted to set off in that direction to find Luo Futu, and the two were muttering about why there was so much space underground, as if it were a maze. At this moment, Luo Futu was like a ghost, appearing silently behind them from the exit of the secret passage.

Perhaps sensing his scent, the two men turned around almost at the same time and looked precisely in Luo Futu’s direction. The latter leaned against the wall with his arms folded and looked at them with a lustrous smile. “It seems that Thomas’ lackeys are not all useless, they have managed to chase us here.”

These two black-robed people did not look like ordinary people, just looking at their appearance, it was as if they had an additional layer of aura than normal people, their entire person enveloped in a blurred border of soft light. Ordinary people often felt mystics were close to the existence of God: their spiritual-power wrapped body would emit fluorescence, so they really looked about to ascend to heaven.

However, this was the first time these two people had seen Luo Futu tear off the ugly mask to reveal his true appearance. A little stunned, one of them was showing a clearly dazed expression, and he uncertainly asked the person next to him, “Brother, this person is…”

The other one also froze slightly, but quickly came back to his senses as he stared at Luo Futu’s face and took a step forward.

“I have long heard of the high priest’s true appearance of voluptuousness and dignity, but today I was lucky enough to see it, and it is truly unforgettable at first sight.”

The first black-robed man stared straight at Luo Futu’s face, unable to move his eyes for a while, but the “big brother” still retained a trace of reason and said, “High Priest, we don’t want to get rough with you, please follow us back, the commander wants to see you very much.”

Luo Futu hooked his lips and mocked lightly, “Is he worthy enough to see me?”

The two mystics were Thomas’s men, and hearing him scold their boss suddenly made them very unhappy, so they sneered back, “Before, the high priest was naturally honored, but there is a saying that the wind and water turn, and now you are not the same as before, the Witch Spirits died, even the high priest has your sealed spiritual power. I do not know what you can still be proud of.” He stared at him and said, “It’s easy to kill you now.”

Luo Futu seemed to hear some kind of joke and stared at the black robed man weirdly. “Really? You can try.”

Luo Futu’s face was extremely beautiful, and when he smiled, it was like his entire body was glowing. If he made this expression with that ugly face, the two people across from him might have pissed themselves in fear. They just feel that such aggressive beauty should not appear on an alpha face.

But the two mystics also could not determine whether the big devil in front of them was really not resistant, and did not rashly do anything.

Mystic world has a legend, if one day, you unfortunately meet an ugly and horrible face, do not annoy the other. If you unfortunately provoke him, do not resist, and there is a 0.1% probability that you will be spared. Of course, the remaining 99.9% probability was that even the living soul would also be crushed by his hand, and the soul would fly away.

This ugly and scary face was obviously Luo Futu, his name for the mystics was like Harry Potter’s you-know-who. Now that he took off the ugly mask, as long as the person in front of him knew his face, the mystic would not dare to act rashly.

In the eyes of mystics, Luo Futu was very heavy, he could use a finger to send dozens of high-level mystics to hell. Some people have also used Luo Futu’s name to tease: Futu was the meaning of Buddha, this Buddha is not a universal being, meeting him was equivalent to going directly to the Western Paradise.

Luo Futu saw that they did not do anything for a long time and seemed to be a little impatient. “If you do not do it, I will do it first.”

Luo Futu dodged most of the attack with his side but grabbed the tail of the moonlight with his open hand, a puff of smoke came out from his palm, and the attack was crushed by him.

“Heh… Carved insects and small skills.”

The two mystics were shocked, they didn’t expect Luo Futu to retain this strength, it was impossible for a mystic who lost his power to catch a spell attack head on, didn’t Luo Futu already lose his spiritual power?

They did not know that Luo Futu just played a trick, he did not use his spiritual power to catch that attack, but used his physical body. If they knew the truth, they would think he was crazy, using the flesh to carry the spell was simply suicidal. The first reaction to a spell attack should be to use spells to block, using the body to carry down the spell would allow the spell to act directly on the body, and the damage would be multiplied ten times. Luo Futu, this level of mystic, would not be unclear on this.

Because of this impression, they believe Luo Futu’s spiritual power was not sealed.

However, Luo Futu just carried on, in order to dispel the two mystic’s doubts, he could only do so. He played a little trick: the spell was haphazardly put out. His power was already very weak, so he caught a small part of the spell, and he was barely able to withstand it.

But even so, Luo Futu was also injured. He was a crazy person at heart, and in order to achieve a certain goal, even he himself could be sacrificed. The pain in his hand soon spread throughout his arm, but Luo Futu’s face still had a breezy smile. “It’s wise to strike first.”

Luo Futu’s empty city trick had stunned the two mystics; the one who spoke first asked with uncertainty, “Brother, is he really sealed with spiritual power? Could the information be wrong.”

“Big brother” calmly thought for a moment and shook his head. “Luo Futu really was hit by the commander’s soul fire before he escaped and his meridians were sealed… I think he is just holding on now.”

The so-called “meridian” was the place where the mystic’s spiritual power gushed out when using spells, and once it was sealed, it was difficult to use it. He was right, Thomas kept sending high level mystics to attack Luo Futu. After killing one batch, Thomas sent another batch, and they fought for three days and three nights; then Luo Futu was careless and got hit by soul fire, which burned his spirit body and sealed his meridians, and now his meridians were blocked like an ice lump.

This was the first time he had fallen into Thomas’ hands.

Luo Futu raised an eyebrow. “That makes sense, why not come and try it yourself?”

Luo Futu was so calm and collected, the two mystics dared not act rashly.

Luo Futu playfully stared at them. “You two broke away from the large group to come after me, to catch me and bring me to your master to claim credit and reward. You were even worried that someone else would find me hiding here and share the credit with the others. Thomas, that miserly man, was already giving less, and then dividing out a share, it is too poor.”

The most powerful thing about Luo Futu was not only that he had powerful spells: he could see through people’s hearts. He could see through people’s ugliest desires and reveal them without mercy.

The two mystics seemed to be poked in the heart, and Luo Futu then added, “But he should also have told you that if a team of ten or less people see me, they should run away as soon as possible.”

The two black-robed men who came after him were already unsure, and Luo Futu had a lot of prestige among mystics, and their minds were completely shaken by his words. However, the “big brother” grabbed the other mystic and said, “If he is not really sealed by the soul fire, we will not be able to go back alive today, so we might as well try our best to capture him and return to take credit for it.”

I have to say, this “big brother”, in the incitement of emotions, did a really good job: a few simple words to set out the key, but also to inspire the role of the people. He said so, and the other mystic was no longer wavering, but his eyes were fierce, as if ready to fight to the death.

“Looking for death.” The smile on Luo Futu’s face suddenly disappeared and he stretched out his hand straight towards them, before they had time to react, accompanied by a loud zi zi sound, an incomparably thick blue and purple lightning shot out from behind Luo Futu. They wanted to dodge, but it was too late.

The two almost were directly hit by the lightning. They were struck head-on by lightning, instantly lost consciousness, and the next second the bodies stiffened and fell to the ground in a circle. When struck by lightning, death only takes a moment; the two mystics even struggle without the room to die through.

Luo Futu stared at their bodies for a long time before he sighed in relief and leaned back against the wall behind him, relaxing his entire body. A man came out from inside the secret passage behind him—none other than Zhou Yan, wearing rubber gloves on his hands and holding a huge wire gun with a huge wire roller attached to the back of the wire. He gave Luo Futu an expressionless look. “Is everything all right?”

Luo Futu smiled. “Do I look like something is wrong to you?”

Zhou Yan lowered his eyes to Luo Futu’s hand. “It’s bleeding.”

His hand, which was used to receive the spell, was dripping blood. Luo Futu stroked his sleeve, covered the back of his hand with a long sleeve, and said carelessly, “It’s nothing.”

Zhou Yan didn’t bother to care about him, his attention was now on the two corpses. Luo Futu looked at the side of Zhou Yan’s face and suddenly seemed to understand something.

Just now when Luo Futu was circling with these two people, Zhou Yan had already arrived silently, but Luo Futu happened to be blocking the entrance of the secret passage, and also completely covered Zhou Yan’s figure, so those two mystics didn’t even realize that there was a second person at the scene.

Luo Futu looked at him, his heart mixed, for a long time before saying with some emotion, “You really came back.”

Zhou Yan said casually, “What are you going to do if I don’t come back?”

Luo Futu did not say anything, and Zhou Yan finally moved his attention from the corpses to be retrieved. “Caught by them and wheeled out.”

Luo Futu sneered, “This joke is not funny at all.”

He wasn’t joking either, those two were drooling when they saw his real face, so who knows if they’ll have any evil thoughts. And these days it’s not safe to have an A gender, there’s a very few fourth genders in the world that even an alpha could mess with.

I don’t know if there was one here.

Zhou Yan was thinking about it and noticed Luo Futu looking at the wire gun in his hand, so he expressionlessly raised the wire gun and shook it at Luo Futu. “Tesla coil, how about it, my artificial lightning is cool? Want to play with it?”

Luo Futu leaned against the wall and looked at him speechlessly. “Who wants to play… I can’t feel my legs again.”

“…” This intermittent hemiplegia was really troublesome.

“Don’t just stand there, come and help me.”