Chapter 120: Internationally Friendly Gesture

Chapter 120: International Friendly Gesture

The Law erupted with a burst of aura, and Meng Shu, too slow to defend, was blasted dozens of meters away and slammed against the wall.

Two ribs snapped instantly. Meng Shu spat blood and stealthily drank a healing potion.

He stood up from the ground and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Can't let his cat find out he's injured...

The Law slowly pulled out the sword, the golden blood at his chest gradually ceasing to flow. "Lucky I'm immortal—you almost had me."

He brandished the Cat Sword. "Oh? A unique sword, forged by the Demon King? No wonder it can break through my defenses."

The Cat Sword recognized its master. Meng Shu yelled, "Cat Sword! Return!"

The Cat Sword vanished into thin air and reappeared in Meng Shu's hand the next moment.

The Law smiled slyly. "How interesting. A proper hero chooses to oppose a god instead of fighting the Demon King?"

"None of your business?" Meng Shu flipped him off again curtly.

The Law was seriously pissed. "Try that again and see what happens."

Without hesitation, Meng Shu also raised his other middle finger, his expression even more provocative. "So? You gonna hit me?"

The Law flicked his wrist and appeared in an instant before Ling Qingjue, shifting his attack target.

Divine Command: Critical Strike!

But Meng Shu had been keeping an eye on Ling Qingjue and was prepared. He teleported over as well.

Block!

He blocked another blow. Meng Shu's wrist went numb from the impact. The Law's power was too strong; he couldn't help but fall to one knee and cough up another mouthful of blood.

Ling Qingjue's eyes shook violently. "Meng Shu... go back! Go back!"

Meng Shu ignored him, stood up again, and stubbornly raised his middle finger. "Let's keep going!"

Since he couldn't kill this Law anyway, he'd just keep pissing him off.

No matter what, he wouldn't let Ling Qingjue become the Demon King.

Veins bulged on the Law's temples. "You dare flip me off again! Where are your manners?"

"We're both Berry Cats!" Meng Shu said matter-of-factly. "Manners with you? You kidnap cats, you cat-napper!"

"You, I—" The Law was momentarily at a loss for words, then flew into a fury and charged at them again.

Thousands of golden swords merged into one giant blade, descending from the sky with the power to annihilate.

"Only if Ling Qingjue breaks the seal and becomes the Demon King can you withstand this blow... Otherwise..."

The Law's voice echoed in his ears.

"Bullshit!" Meng Shu interrupted him fiercely. "Stop tempting our cat! He won't join you! Get lost!"

The six-winged angel's silhouette reappeared, firmly shielding the two.

With a crack, the angel's silhouette shattered.

He couldn't block it after all. Meng Shu desperately cast another skill, the ultimate single-target defense skill, Holy Aura.

But he cast it on Ling Qingjue.

Meng Shu was blasted hundreds of meters away. He clearly heard the sound of every bone in his body breaking, every bone shattered.

His vision went pitch black. His mouth and nose were filled with the metallic tang of blood, and he uncontrollably threw up a huge mouthful of blood.

Health dropped to zero. Death.

Revive Potion.

All injuries healed at an unbelievable speed. Meng Shu trembled with pain, the Cat Sword stuck in the ground. He supported himself on the sword and stubbornly stood up again.

Then he flipped the Law off again.

I f*ck your dad.

That was roughly the meaning.

Even after using the revive potion and healing all wounds, his nerves still screamed in agony. Cold sweat soaked Meng Shu's clothes, half his face stained red with blood.

Ling Qingjue was trapped within the Holy Aura, his eyes turning blood-red. "Meng Shu! Stop fighting! Go back, I beg you..."

He screamed Meng Shu's name. "I beg you, go back... Meng Shu! I'm begging you just this once—go back!"

Meng Shu waved his hand, dragging his sword back. "What are you saying? I'm the hero. I don't back down. I have a thousand healing potions—I'll wear him down even if I have to die a thousand times."

"...But you'll feel pain."

The seal inside Ling Qingjue was weakening. His breath came faster. "Go back! Just go back to your own world! Don't meddle in my affairs!"

Meng Shu glanced sideways at him. Blood stained his fair face, chin, neck, arms—not a single clean spot.

"Always so stubborn—you'll regret that later."

Meng Shu brushed past him, with a gust of wind. "Cat, you escape. I'll hold him off. Go find another way. There must be a magic circle inside the dungeon—you... can probably crack it, right?"

The Law looked down from above.

"Ling Qingjue, are you just going to watch?"

The seal inside loosened another fraction.

"You can only watch as I kill your beloved, powerless to do anything. Only if you become the Demon King will you be the strongest—even I will have to yield to you."

The first seal shattered.

"As long as you..."

"Stop your damn nonsense!" Meng Shu cut him off loudly. "Our cat doesn't need to become the Demon King to defeat you!"

He smiled at Ling Qingjue. "Cat, go. There's definitely another way out in the dungeon. You'll find a solution. I'll wait for you."

The Holy Aura faded.

Ling Qingjue trembled all over. He didn't want to forget Meng Shu, nor did he want to become the Demon King, forever live in that sunless Demon King Tower.

"Go!" Meng Shu blocked another sword strike for him. "If you stay here, I'll have to split my attention protecting you! Once you're gone, I can really let loose and beat him!"

Ling Qingjue couldn't say a single word.

He just stared at the blood dripping from Meng Shu's fingertips, feeling as though he were being torn apart. This sensation was all too familiar—the day Cat Island turned to ashes, when he watched helplessly as every kitty he knew turned to charcoal.

"Kitty!"

Meng Shu's voice pulled him back from the memory.

Right—he had to leave!

Ling Qingjue barely regained his senses, turned, and fled from the Coronation Palace.

This was a dungeon—there had to be countless magic arrays. If he could decipher the arrays, he could reclaim his own power.

Behind him, thunderous sounds of battle resumed.

A section of the wall collapsed.

Meng Shu was run through by the Law's sword straight through the heart; blood gushed out.

He weakly raised a hand to touch the blade, his face ashen white.

It's not over yet... can't fall down...

Revive Potion.

His health fully restored, Meng Shu landed from midair, but still spat up blood uncontrollably.

His vision blurred, everything went dark and soundless—for a moment, all his senses went numb.

"Warning!"

"Warning!"

"Defense reduced to 10 points."

He clutched his chest, barely raising his other hand to dismiss the warning notifications.

The Law did not finish him off, but gave him an odd look. "Your defense is too low. You're dying, aren't you?"

"If I kill you a few more times, you'll really die. Hero, give up now. I can still send you away."

Meng Shu knelt on one knee, let out a low laugh, his chest trembling slightly. "Hah... you drive me away, then go hunt down my cat, right?"

He staggered to his feet, picked up the Cat Sword again, and pointed it directly at the Law. "I'll say it again: you're full of shit."

Never mind. He raised his left hand and flipped him off again, smiling sweetly. "You bastard, I'll fuck your whole family."