Chapter Sixty-Five: These Three Died So Unjustly
Psychics!
This time, with the descent of the gods, the Free Nation reaped considerable benefits. While the Grand Xia was technologically advanced, it was not particularly enthusiastic about the development of genetic modification technology. Though such technology could increase crop yields, it also posed significant health risks to the populace.
The Free Nation, however, cared little about the wellbeing of its people. To boost production and maximize profits, every grain company feverishly pursued genetic modification, especially a corporation called Monsanto, which monopolized the planting rights of all farmers in the Free Nation.
To cultivate crops, one had to use their genetically modified seeds. Whoever refused would be taken to court.
Such a scenario was unthinkable in the Grand Xia, but in the capital-driven Free Nation, it was a surreal reality.
As a result, the Free Nation remained ahead of Grand Xia in genetic modification technology.
Behind Monsanto stood its true master: the Society of Salvation.
Yet the Society’s real aim was not simply to increase yields, but to apply genetic modification to humans—to create perfect, superior beings.
Human experiments, however, had always ended in failure.
Until recently, for reasons unknown, the experiments suddenly succeeded. Although there was a ninety-five percent mortality rate among participants, those who survived acquired abilities far beyond ordinary humans!
This explained why, just as the first psychic emerged in Grand Xia, a multitude had already appeared in the Free Nation.
The Phoenix Society was the organization of these psychics.
In that moment, three psychics attacked simultaneously.
Murderous intent filled the air!
The aristocrat’s rapier, the razor-sharp playing cards, and the iron man whose body was fully metallic—all struck at Lin Fan from three directions!
In the next instant, Lin Fan would have been pierced through.
But at that critical juncture, Lin Fan closed his eyes instead.
A hum echoed from the blade in his hand.
“Guess who killed three out of your top four?” Lin Fan murmured softly.
For a moment, the three attackers were stunned, as if remembering something. Their gazes toward the youth were tinged with fear.
Suddenly, Lin Fan snapped open his eyes!
His accumulated aura erupted, and in his eyes flashed a blade’s gleam!
No, not just his eyes—blade light burst forth from every inch around Lin Fan, a dazzling chill sweeping past!
Time seemed frozen in that instant.
The next moment—
A glass cup on the table split cleanly in two.
The cut was perfect, without a single crack.
That crisp sound rippled outward like a pebble in a pond; with Lin Fan at its center, everything nearby was sliced neatly in half!
Wherever the blade light passed, all was cleaved in two!
The sharp playing cards split instantly, fluttering down from the air.
The rapier was severed—its tip sliced cleanly apart.
The metal man stared in disbelief at the fissures splitting his fingertips.
Astonished!
For a fleeting moment, the same expression filled all three pairs of eyes.
Astonished!
The black woman who had thrown the playing cards stared blankly at her halved cards.
The aristocratic, speed-type psychic, a white man, gazed dumbly at his bisected sword tip.
But in the next instant—
Boom!
All three bodies were sliced cleanly at the waist, severed in two!
The scene fell silent.
The four remaining individuals stared wide-eyed at Lin Fan, unable to move.
They could not discern how this youth had drawn his blade!
The blade of Grand Xia!
So swift, they could not even see it!
Blood pooled on the floor as Lin Fan’s smile took on a demonic cast.
He strode toward the four who dared not move, tapping one’s cheek with his blood-stained blade.
“Can you withstand the wrath of Grand Xia?”
“We Grand Xia have always been kind to others—don’t say I didn’t give you a chance.”
“Sound the alarm. Summon everyone in this building to kill me.”
Yet none of the four replied.
“So you’re still not convinced,” Lin Fan chuckled.
Blade light flashed once more!
A head flew, blood surging forth!
Lin Fan wiped the crimson drops from his face and, with a chilling smile, tapped another’s cheek with the blade. “You, sound the alarm.”
Still, the person did not move—only stared at Lin Fan.
Lin Fan was somewhat surprised. “I underestimated you—your bones are quite tough.”
With a swish, that person seemed to understand something and instantly became a blur. Yet before Lin Fan could act, a shadow darted from the darkness!
A hum!
A Tang blade flashed like a meteor from the darkness, and another head flew!
The Starry Night of the Ink-Hidden Starfall Sect!
One strike, then vanished back into the shadows.
Throughout, only a shadow like ink flashed by, and a swaying ponytail trailing behind.
“Sorry, it seems my friend’s temper is even worse than mine. If she frightened you, I apologize on her behalf,” Lin Fan smiled at the two remaining psychics in the hall, his tone both comforting and faintly threatening. “Now, can either of you sound the alarm?”
Lin Fan bent down, coldly smiling at a pale-faced young man before him, tapping his cheek with the bloodied blade.
The youth gritted his teeth fiercely. “What are you talking about?!”
With a swish, his head soared!
Blood sprayed forth. Lin Fan turned to the last woman, trembling like a leaf, and sighed helplessly: “If you’re unwilling, you’re unwilling—no need to shout.”
“You see, now you’ve frightened me. I’m timid; when scared, my hand shakes.”
Lin Fan slowly pressed the blade to the woman’s neck, smiling, “Now, can you send an alarm to your remaining companions?”
The woman’s face was full of terror, as if the youth before her had crawled from the depths of hell!
When she still did not speak, Lin Fan sighed.
“You know, backbone is admirable, but why won’t any of you sound the alarm?”
“Don’t you want to summon people to kill me?”
Lin Fan slowly raised his short blade. “Never mind, I gave you a chance, but you didn’t value it…”
Just then.
From the darkness behind Lin Fan, a complicated voice suddenly sounded.
“Captain, have you considered another possibility?”
“They’re not all so courageous—they just… didn’t understand what you said?”
In that instant.
Lin Fan’s descending blade paused midair.
His cold smile turned into awkwardness.
Even the air seemed to freeze.
“Uh…” Lin Fan withdrew the blade, pulled out his phone to open the translation app, and, embarrassed, looked at the three headless bodies on the floor, then said to the terrified woman before him, “Sorry, I forgot about the language barrier… what a mess, I thought those three just didn’t want to cooperate… It’s not my fault, though—why didn’t any of them say something?”
Hidden in the darkness, Starry Night was speechless: “Those three died so unjustly…”