Wow! The item-dropping rate is really high!-Chapter 866 - 617, No More Human Sovereign?

"Why not just kill him directly?!"

In the void of space, a voice neither male nor female rang out, filled with seductive charm.

The voice reverberated through this world, as if it had transformed into the very rules of the world itself.

"He sure wanted to!" Another wild and brash voice sneered coldly, "That guy, who only knows how to play tricks and schemes, what else can he do besides deceive? If he truly had to take action, he wouldn't dare face the august Emperor face-to-face!"

"Hahaha!" The clown-like voice laughed mockingly, "At least I managed to fool him! And what can you guys do? If it weren't for him sealing himself away, he'd forever remain as the first Emperor who opened the heavens and carved the earth! If my plan succeeds, maybe this world will have no more Emperors! That's far better than you lot who only know how to sit back and watch the show!"

"Heh heh~" A broad and elder-like voice chuckled softly, an eerie air of decay and rot, mingled with a sliver of hope for renewal, instantly pervaded the surroundings, "But you... when has one of your schemes ever succeeded?"

Where there is plot, there is failure.

This is a fate from which a certain primal authority has never been able to escape in its lifetime.

The clown-like voice laughed heartily, dismissive, "Change is the only constant. The only eternity in this world is change itself. The world is always shifting—what moment could ever truly represent eternity? You... you're still stuck in preconceived notions."

"Heh~ I don't care."

"So even when the cherished cauldron of yours is overturned three thousand seven hundred forty-two times, you don't care either?"

"Heh~ At worst, I'll just replace it with another cauldron."

...

An unfamiliar, not particularly strong silhouette sat quietly in a corner, seemingly lost in prolonged contemplation.

From the shadows, several hostile glances swept over. The primal energy emanating from that robust physique was both profound and alluring.

After a long while...

A carefree smile crept back onto the handsome, resolute face. The young figure lifted his head out of the shadows and gazed at the alien landscape before him.

"It's just starting over again. What's so frightening about that...?"

He murmured softly, patting his behind as he stood up.

It seemed that the movements of this long-watched figure had stirred action in those staring eyes, which now darted out from the corner.

A hulking figure swaggered, arms swinging arrogantly, walking directly toward Bai E.

"Bang!"

As they brushed past each other, their arms faintly collided.

The tough man, who had just taken a step forward, turned back in fury, glaring at the smaller stranger trailing just a head shorter behind him, "What's the matter with you, walking without watching where you're going?!"

Bai E paused briefly, his brows furrowing.

The man shouting behind him clearly had a temper. Hearing no immediate apology from Bai E, the brute's anger exploded as he raised his massive mechanical fist, "You deaf, kid?!"

The enormous fist swept through the air, its momentum fierce and intimidating.

Several passersby cautiously stepped aside, while others stopped in the distance to observe the unfolding scene.

"Where's this kid from? How'd he end up catching Wild Wolf's eye? Bad luck for him."

"I heard the Dagger Society picked up a major job recently—how do they still have time to mess with such petty opportunities?"

"Who knows~ Maybe this seemingly unremarkable kid is actually connected to that major job, you never know."

"Indeed... This guy does look pretty unfamiliar to me, and his attire seems oddly refined and peculiar. Maybe you're onto something!"

"Well..." The crowd discussed further, and a glint of interest flickered in the eyes of some.

After all, the rumored big job was supposedly a direct connection to the Peak Alliance—a golden ticket of sorts!

Yet everyone knew, major jobs inevitably come with major requirements.

If the Dagger Society weren't being completely foolish, it wouldn't make sense for them to send out Wild Wolf—far from a top-tier elite—to act alone.

But... what if?

What if the Dagger Society's reinforcements were on their way, and this was their sole opportunity to forge ties with the Peak Alliance?

For anyone trying to survive in the Star Sea, wouldn't they desire a universal stamp of credibility to take anywhere?

If this strange figure wasn't the rumored target, then so be it—they could just find somewhere else to eke out a living.

After all, in a drifting Satellite City of the Star Sea, could anyone's devotion truly be rooted here?

With such thoughts, the spark of ambition stirred within certain gazes.

Yet before these quiet musings had fully settled, a stunning and unexpected change unfolded in the small commotion at the center of attention.

Bai E, whose rear had been exposed to the sweeping punch, cast a backward glance.

For some reason, even without eyes at the back of his head, without the Spiritual Energy allowing him to monitor his surroundings, he still understood Wild Wolf's attack from behind as though instinctively.

The force behind the punch, the angle of the strike... these general details flashed through his mind, instantly generating countless counterattack plans.

As seamlessly as reflex... as though the mastery of hand-to-hand combat at level ten—the pinnacle—had been built into his very bones.

Bai E's lashes lowered slightly as his head tilted.

The iron fist grazed past his head, its gust brushing through shimmering black locks, casting ripples of calm.

'He wouldn't even bother to yield an inch, would he?'

This thought barely had time to crystallize in Wild Wolf's mind before the retaliatory strike from Bai E had already arrived!

A sharp elbow smashed into his gut without a backwards glance. The opponent's ferocious speed and subtle attack left Wild Wolf completely caught off guard, taking the heavy blow.

Oddly enough, such level of skill should have resulted in devastating damage, yet the actual impact was insufficient to render him—a reasonably skilled fighter within Freeport—incapable of further combat.