Bab 165: Mingyue's Solo Fight! Against the Red Mask! (Part 1)
"Aah~ . . . Lovely, big sister Liao Yun is so lovely~~ . . ."
[Her gentleness, her strength, her valiantness, her everything. . ." Zheng Yi's heart thumped very hard and at a fast rate, making her no different from a maiden in love. Well, she was the maiden in love.
"But, how strong are they? Battle Warrior? Middle Grade Battle Warrior, perhaps?" The only one in leisure watching the battle was Zheng Zhanglie.
He understood the difference of his skill with Liao Yun or Fu Tao's skill was vastly different. If he could be said as a little child, then both of Liao Yun and Fu Tao could be considered as a pair of adult. Not to mention the difference in strength, but also the experience, reaction speed, and many things. Especially, the usage of Elemental.
It was easy to see from a simple glance.
When he thought of his age, he clenched his fist in injustice – his pride was challenged. But what he could do, he was a mere nobody - he was too weak.
[We are of similar age, but why we are so different? Is it because I am from a little town? Or is it because I am untalented, unsuitable to become a mercenary?] Little by little, Zheng Zhanglie felt something bitter in his mouth.
No matter he envied both Liao Yun and Fu Tao, there was nothing that he could do. His main reason to become a mercenary was not to become a strong person like Liao Yun or Fu Tao, but rather. . .
Peeking at his side toward Peng Zhen, he sighed in his heart. Ever since his pleasure time with Peng Zhen was disturbed by the little devil, Mingyue, Peng Zhen turned indifferent toward him.
No, it was not something bad, but also not something good at the same way. It was as if all of his confession, all the sensation that he tasted on his parched lips and full of callous hands, his thumping chest when he made a bold advance – everything turned into a fleeting dream, as if nothing had happened at all.
Deep inside his heart, he grew insecure, feeling despair each time he peeked at Peng Zhen. But no matter what, he couldn't confront Peng Zhen in this kind of situation – not when there were unnecessary parties. The simplest example was Mingyue.
Even after so much thinking, he wouldn't be able to receive his answer. Thus, he just observed the two simultaneous fight in front of him.
"Sigh. How strong are they? How can I be as strong as both of them." Peng Zhen sighed with a soft voice, but it was loud enough to be heard by everyone.
Mingyue just shrugged her shoulders after sweeping her glance toward one direction – not at Liao Yun nor Fu Tao's position, but the dark place without any illumination. Other might unable to see it, but she had her own way.
"It depends on what you want to ask. By the way, both their strength should be at least Peak Grade Battle Warrior."
""Wha- what???"" Peng Zhen and Zheng Zhanglie couldn't believe what they heard, while Zheng Yi was still infatuated with Liao Yun's fight.
Peak Grade Battle Warrior, the highest rank of Battle Warrior's grading, also it was something akin to an idol for Peng Zhen and Zheng Zhanglie. Even many natives from Black Iron City trembled in front of an existence of Peak Grade Battle Warrior, not to mention some commoners from some small town.
But their surprise hadn't ended yet.
"Ah, I forgot something." Mingyue clapped her hands and added, "Smelly tofu is wounded a few days ago. So his strength should be around Middle Grade Battle Warrior. And of course, that is if only smelly tofu doesn't force himself and worsens his originally bad condition."
Mingyue talked it as if it was of no importance, but Peng Zhen and Zheng Zhanglie couldn't help but freeze on the spot.
"What can we do? We have to help!" Even though that was what Peng Zhen said, she understood that she had no any strength to help. Not to mention, it was a Battle Warrior! Not a Battle Fighter, but even higher than a Battle Fighter!
In Battle Fighter grade, there were ten grades, from Grade 1 Battle Fighter to Grade 10 Battle Fighter. And it was the same with Battle Warrior's grade, ten grades.
But many people wouldn't think too much about the number – there were a lot of stupid people around, hence there was another version of the grading. Started from Low Grade Battle Fighter encompassed Grade 1 until 3 Battle Fighter, Middle Grade Battle Fighter encompassed Grade 4 until 6 Battle Fighter, High Grade Battle Fighter encompassed Grade 7 – 9 Battle Fighter, while Peak Grade Battle Fighter encompassed Grade 10 Battle Fighter and those who on the threshold into Battle Warrior.
And of course, it worked the same with Battle Warrior Grading.
If Peng Zhen measured her strength, it should be around Grade 2 or 3 Battle Fighter – much lower than Liao Yun or Fu Tao's strength.
Compared with her prowess, it was akin to throwing a pebble into a deep lake. There was nothing she could do except making ripples on the surface. But, she had to do something; she had to help, at the very least, lessening the burden.
Letting out chuckles, Mingyue reassured Peng Zhen, "It is okay, big sis Peng Zhen. Even if you want to help, there is nothing that you can do. In fact, your involvement in the fight will endanger yourself and their life."
Zheng Yi's heart jolted as she listened to Mingyue's reminder.
[Endanger? Endanger myself and big sister Liao Yun???] Along with the astonishment, Zheng Yi let out an obscene laugh while covering her cheeks.
[La- la- later, big sister Liao Yun will be in danger. My body moves unconsciously, shielding big sister Liao Yun – making me in the dire situation. My life is on the line, hanging on the thin thread. With some lo- love power, big sister Liao Yun will defeat that lump of steel and kneel beside me, holding my hand while reassuring that my wound is not grave. And later, and later, our eyes will meet and, muehehehe. . . . Our love will bloom as we well exchange our vow, forever. . .]
"Muehehehe. . ." Along with feverish face and weird laugh, it was enough to repel anyone. Fortunately, no one paid any attention to Zheng Yi.
"But, but what should we do? Can we even help them?" Peng Zhen's gaze was full of reluctance, blaming her own powerlessness. In this kind of situation, she was nothing more than a burden.
Perhaps, if there was no she herself, Zheng Yi, and Zheng Zhanglie, Liao Yun and Fu Tao could just run away.
"Should we go away? We are only a burden even if we do nothing here." Peng Zhen turned her head toward Mingyue. She was a little puzzled because all of Mingyue's answer was mature without any hint of childishness – as if talking with an adult. But even so, she couldn't help but asked Mingyue.
Mingyue shot down Peng Zhen's suggestion as she shrugged, "I suggest you to not leave. We don't know how many of those things lurking around. Just take it easy, both little Yun and smelly tofu will not lose any time soon."
"Bu- but, if they-"
"I will heal them, and they will continue. Until they win."
"". . . "" Peng Zhen and Zheng Zhanglie were speechless at the ruthless Mingyue. No, perhaps, it was a pure and innocent answer from a proper healer – 1-star mercenary's healer. Indeed, a healer's job was healing one's wound and minimalizing the casualties in the group. That was the logic, nothing wrong with it. But to force someone to fight until gain the victory was a bit. . .
In the end, they didn't say anything as they returned their gaze toward the fight. Except for one person.
"Xiao Wu, take care of them. Pay more attention to Song Qi, and don't let Xiao Ming wanders around, okay? I want to have a little exercise" Mingyue didn't direct her gaze toward Fu Tao nor Liao Yun, but rather at some dark and obscure place - the same place that he stared at.
Other might not be able to see, but Mingyue saw it clearly in Xiao Jing's vision.
The second armour-wearing red mask, or more exactly, ex-Pig Head. No one realized ex-Pig Head as he was in another place earlier and just came out from an obscure tunnel. At this rate, ex-Pig Head would join the fight and the balance would be tilted to the enemy's side.
Hence, killing ex-Pig Head was the better choice. But Mingyue had another idea in her mind.
Fight!
And of course, she would be the one who fought.
""No!"" Since Xiao Jing and Xiao Wu was connected with Mingyue, both of them realized the latter's intention. No matter what happened, both of them wouldn't let Mingyue did something dangerous and risky move.
"Can't you do Familiar Possession? Just do it and end the battle as soon as possible. There is no need for yourself to make your move." argued Xiao Jing while furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. If it was the usual day, based on Mingyue's usual habit, Mingyue would never make any move herself – she was too lazy.
'As long as another can do it, I will leave it to that person.' That was Mingyue's usual phrase.
One might say that Mingyue was pretending to be a tiger wearing a pig's hide, but that was the truth. Avoiding limelight and be low-profile while adventuring the wide world – it was Mingyue's principles.
Also, Mingyue's safety was more assured this way.
Mingyue shook her head a little while avoiding Peng Zhen and Zheng Zhanglie's attention. "I have a few things that I want to try. Don't worry too much, I will not leave alone. While Xiao Wu is here and takes care of everything here, Xiao Jing will follow me. In the case of a dangerous event, Xiao Jing will make her move, don't worry about me." Mingyue stroked Xiao Wu's head, followed from head to neck.
"I will be careful," Mingyue added.
Xiao Wu and Xiao Jing understood that both of them couldn't change Mingyue's mind no matter what. Sighing in her mind, Xiao Wu pouted as if she was wronged by Mingyue, "Fine, Yueyue. Don't leave me for too long."
"It is decided, then!" Mingyue clapped her hands and let the ball of light stayed at the same position. "Xiao Wu, make an illusion of me sleeping, okay? You know what you have to do, so I will leave it to you, hihihi. . ."
Not wasting any time, Mingyue dashed toward the absolute darkness.
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