1117: Too Late for Regrets

Too Late for Regrets

"Zhou Kaitai, what are you doing?" Lan Xinyu was in high spirits as she fought with a member Sirius Society when that person suddenly fell to the ground with a wail. It turned out that Zhou Kaitai had stabbed him in the back with a cold knife. Lan Xinyu was so angry that she stomped her feet.1

"Senior Sister, I'm here to protect you," said Zhou Kaitai admiringly.

"Argh... how many times do I have to tell you before you understand that I'm here to gain experience. I'm here to beat people up," said Lan Xinyu frantically.

"Oh, I know, I know. Senior Sister, please, continue beating them up. I'll take my leave." Zhou Kaitai saw that Lan Xinyu had gone berserk, so he hurriedly wiped the oil off his feet and fled.

"They've already been injured by you to this extent. Why would I still want to beat them up?" Lan Xinyu cursed loudly. She did not care about the person on the ground. Instead, she found another opponent who seemed to be quite strong and went up to meet him.

Wu Tianlang broke out in cold sweat. His opponents were simply treating them as meat targets, beating them up happily. No wonder they had that excited, teasing, and expectant looks just now.

Wu Tianlang was so regretful that he wanted to bang his head against the wall. If he had known this would happen, he would not have come at all. Unfortunately, it was too late to regret now.

Of course, there was no need for him to bang his head against the wall. With Young Master Zhang's torture treatment, his face had turned into something no different than having it banged against the wall.

The strong wind whistled through the mountain ridges. Mixed with the roars and screams from the battle, the soundscape truly painted a tragic scene.

When everything ended, members of Sirius Society looked up the sky hopelessly. Su Yanhua, Zhou Kaitai, and the others, on the other hand, looked as if they wanted more. Why wouldn't they? The current enemies were much weaker than the House of Blood Fiend from before. In fact, Ling Yichen and the others even joined in earlier in the fight, so that the others did not even have the chance to unleash their full potential by the time the battle ended.

But ultimately, it was all about their improvement rates. The temperament of their bodies had undergone subtle changes, and their attacks becoming cleaner and neater. They had brought their own strength and potential to the maximum, some even exceeding their limits at the critical moment of life and death.

Ling Chuxi nodded silently. Actual combat was indeed the best training.

"Alright, where is that guy just now?" asked Ling Chuxi before turning towards Zhang Yuhong.

"He's... he's here." Zhang Yuhong dragged out a now-paralyzed Wu Tianlang. The latter's face was now beyond recognition, like a poor beat-up dog.

"By the way, what did this guy say his name was?" asked Ling Chuxi.

Everyone wiped their cold sweat. Who were they supposed to ask now? He had been meaning to introduce himself but she kept interrupting him before sending him flying with a slap.

"My Lady, he didn't have time to say it," said Zhou Kaitai.

"Oh, really? Hmm, I thought he did" Ling Chuxi finally remembered that she didn't give him a chance to speak because she thought he was talking too much. Now that he had 'met' the young master of the Zhang family, she probably wouldn't get the chance to find out his name.

Wu Tianlang looked at Ling Chuxi with tears in his eyes. 'I wanted to say it. I had always wanted to say it. But which one of you gave me a chance? Do you know how rude it is to interrupt others? Do you know how uncomfortable it is to hold words in your throat?'

"Alright, you can say it now. Who are you?" Ling Chuxi thought she was being generous with Wu Tianlang.

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