Chapter 84: Rescue

"Anqi, get the hell out of here!"

Lina dared not wait for her depleted source power to recover; after two gasps, she had already flashed out and arrived at Angela's side. A sharp white light overflowed from her sword, slashing straight at the black figure.

Though Lina's condition was utterly wretched, when she went all out, her sword momentum was still immensely powerful. The concrete ground below was split by the overflowing energy into huge, deep scars. Even the outlaw opposite could not ignore it; he had to retract his rapier slightly to deal with the seemingly frenzied sword strikes of the golden-haired girl.

The latter was now attacking without defense, completely disregarding her own life, raising a fierce and violent tide of swords before her. For a moment, she even managed to match his sword speed.

"Go now, miss! Please, take this chance to escape, okay? This is not the time for you to show off. Do you want to bring shame to our Eirik family name? Run west; Miss Louise's people are coming—"

Lina's voice was hoarse, her delicate face expressionless, filled with a determination to die.

"Escape? What nonsense are you talking about, Lina?"

The black-haired girl quickly changed her pistol magazine and magic stone while the shadow was occupied, her body emitting crimson flames that dissolved the cold force enveloping her.

"I want to escape too, but I bet without your help, he'll catch up to me in at most thirty seconds, and then I won't survive. Lina, as the Easterners say, we're grasshoppers tied to the same rope now; neither of us can escape alone. As for Louise, she can't make it, understand? We've been tricked; now we can only rely on ourselves—"

The girl spoke with obvious gasps, clearly at the end of her rope. Just as she began to replace the magic stone in her second gun, Lina Eirik's figure was once again sent flying like a meteor. This time her condition was worse; a large spray of blood burst from her shoulder, and the golden-haired girl seemed to foresee her and Angela's fate, two trails of bloody tears streaming from her eyes.

Angela Medici couldn't help but let out a soft sigh, a bitter and desperate expression appearing on her beautiful face.

But in the next instant, from a side alley, several crisp gunshots rang out. Initially, the black figure paid no heed, still moving like a phantom toward where the golden-haired girl had fallen. But after flying only halfway, he had to pause slightly and turn to slash. The sharp sword shadow split into four in an instant, cutting the bullets to pieces.

Yet one bullet still hit its mark. Though it couldn't penetrate the armguard of this level 13 magic energy shadow, it froze his upper arm, forearm, and joint in a layer of ice.

"It actually hit—"

Angela found it unbelievable. Just from the sound of the gunshots, she knew they were only low-end magic energy firearms, with power likely below level 5 and bullet speed no more than Mach 4.

But the result surprised her. An outlaw whose speed could approach or even reach the speed of sound had actually been hit by such magic energy guns!

Instinctively, she looked toward the source of the gunfire and saw a man in a black coat with a silver-white mask on his face walking slowly out of the side alley. His only exposed eyes were filled with cold indifference, like a lofty god looking down on all beings.

But this guy's magic energy reaction was pitifully low. Angela would bet that his magic energy profession didn't exceed level 4!

Behind him, however, stood a female figure about three people tall, made entirely of ice. Beside him, a pale golden pill hovered in midair, its magic energy reaction between levels 9 and 10.

Angela couldn't help but speculate: could this guy be a scion of some famous family? Whether it was the Ice Princess or the pale golden pill, they must be extremely advanced artifacts, or artifacts themselves.

But it didn't seem quite right. The coat on him was ill-fitting, probably not his own. The pants below were just ordinary sweatpants, yet their style felt familiar; only the shoes were high-end—they looked like the latest sports shoes from Nathan Sports Group, brand new.

But what about his pistols? Medusa's Alloy Hammer 3541 and Alloy Roar 3221? With such powerful artifacts, why would he use such low-end magic energy guns? The bullets he used were only intermediate level; scions shouldn't be short of money, right?

Especially those sweatpants—Angela felt they were extremely familiar, and that height—

While her mind was filled with doubts, the magic energy shadow was also observing the 'masked man' at the alley entrance, his eyes showing surprise and confusion, as if he didn't understand the situation either.

At that moment, the 'masked man,' Li Mochen, had mixed feelings. On one hand, he was glad he had arrived in time; on the other, he was annoyed that apart from the coat, he hadn't done more to disguise his identity. But there was no time.

What would most easily expose him were the sweatpants below, but he couldn't exactly sprint at high speed while taking off his pants. He thought the superheroes in American comics were utterly fake; when an alarm happened around them, they still had time to change equipment—completely against common sense.

But since things had come to this, Li Mochen could only hope the two girls wouldn't recognize him. He calmed himself and stared fixedly at the magic energy shadow, entering the state of Heavenly Mind Illumination.

In an instant, the magic energy shadow once again turned into a green smoke, pouncing toward the golden-haired girl collapsed on the ground.

At the same time, Li Mochen's two Medusa magic energy guns fired again, seven shots in a row, mixing molten and freezing bullets.

With several sharp clangs, sparks burst around the black figure—the magic energy bullets being intercepted and cut.

But after a moment, the magic energy shadow returned to his original position, his right shoulder now covered with frost.

When he looked toward Li Mochen again, his pupils had slightly contracted, with more gravity in his eyes.

Angela's eyes were also full of shock.

Again! Bullets from mere level 4 magic energy guns could hit an outlaw with formidable combat power.

This masked guy seemed to have precisely predicted every move of the latter. Each bullet had a purpose, forcing the level 13 magic energy shadow to act according to his will.

Who is this guy? Among the people I know, is there anyone this formidable?

The two faced off from a distance for only a moment before moving again. The magic energy shadow completely abandoned Lina, who was trying to recover, and slid rapidly in a Z-shaped path. His rapier, wrapped in a large amount of lightning, stabbed like a viper toward Li Mochen's throat and vital points. The sword tip emitted a three-foot-long sword aura, flickering unsteadily.

The latter advanced instead of retreating, stepping in an almost magical pattern. His figure swayed left and right, elusive, while his twin guns continuously spat fire, thunderous gunshots ringing out one after another in the alley.

The sight made Angela momentarily dazed, feeling that this man's courage was unparalleled—daring to engage a level 13 outlaw in close combat with a level 4 magic energy profession and two level 4 magic energy guns.

In the next instant, the two were entangled. Unexpectedly, the masked man was not at a disadvantage in the fierce battle. Though his speed was far inferior to the magic energy shadow's, it was more unpredictable and varied. He always avoided the piercing sword shadows in incredible ways. Behind him, the Ice Princess, this mutated elemental commander, continuously fired freezing rays that forced the enemy to dodge, and swung her giant fists to attack head-on, filling the gaps for the masked man.

The pale golden pill was also exceptionally powerful, continuously providing him with magic power, channeling it into the two guns.

The bullets he fired, due to the extremely close distance, were highly lethal. Each bullet posed enough threat that the magic energy shadow had to dodge and move with all his might.