Chapter Thirty: The Formidable Woman on the Enemy Side

“Warning: One Dreamer from the Double Dragon Brothers faction has entered within one kilometer of your location.”
“Warning: Two Dreamers from the Dark Fighters faction have entered within one kilometer of your location.”

Two consecutive alerts from the Dream Badge left Wang Ling somewhat astonished. After waiting two days without a single visitor, three appeared all at once!

He remained motionless, still curled up in his hiding spot. At that moment, he saw a short, thin, dark-skinned man running hastily toward him, glancing left and right as he moved. The man’s unusual actions and demeanor immediately caught the attention of the Dark Fighters who were questioning the residents. Two broom-headed men blocked his way.

As the man drew closer without slowing, one of the broom-heads unfastened a machete from his belt, ready to strike. Unexpectedly, the small, wiry man leapt high into the air, spinning several times mid-flight, and landed forcefully, kicking both broom-heads in the chest.

GBA, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles World—Aerial Spin Kick!

The two broom-heads were struck, blood spraying from their mouths as they were hurled five or six meters backward, collapsing to the ground with rolling eyes and twitching limbs—clearly dead. Wang Ling’s heart stiffened; the man’s power and skill could kill two with one blow. His attack was definitely formidable.

Having dispatched the two with his skill, the man produced a machete, sprang forward, and cleanly killed three more. Wang Ling surmised this must be someone from the justice faction. He stood up, pointing the barrel of his white-iron musket at the man’s head, finger resting lightly on the trigger, and said coldly, “Justice? Evil?”

The man recognized the flash of red light from the white-iron musket as the mark of a red elite weapon. His expression became grim, and he raised a shield to protect his slender frame, then used his badge to display his mission information.

After seeing the man’s main mission, Wang Ling lowered his gun, asking curiously, “Are you so sure I’m a Dreamer from the justice faction too?”

The man replied coldly, “I’ve been hunted by two evil faction members all day, with no way to escape. I knew there was a Dreamer on Mike Street, so I came here to try my luck. If you’re an enemy, I’ll be facing three attackers and surely die. If you’re a comrade, I have a chance to survive. Be careful—one of them is extremely strong, the other is weak but can track by scent! We must work together if we want any hope of living!”

In response, Wang Ling shared the information of his skill “Accelerated Run, Level 4” with him. Sure enough, as soon as the man saw the skill details, his dark face twisted with dismay.

“Trying to use me is a mistake. I have this skill, so I can escape now—and faster than you! However, since we’re both justice faction, we’re teammates for now, and it’s a good chance to reduce the enemy’s Dreamer numbers. I probably won’t run. But…”

Wang Ling smiled. “I’m a gunman, not a melee fighter. If you’re hoping I’ll throw myself into a brawl, that won’t happen. I’ll help you fight the enemy, but if you’re clearly losing, I’ll use my skill to run. Whether you survive depends only on yourself, so fight with everything you’ve got!”

The man’s gaunt face twitched, his eyes flashing fiercely. “You can call me Blackie! Of the two, the woman is too strong to face. I’ll try to hold her off—you use your gun to take out the one with tracking abilities. Otherwise, even if you escape, he’ll follow your scent!”

“Luckily you have a gun, or we’d have no hope of killing the tracker near that woman!”

“Don’t worry.” Wang Ling’s smile didn’t change at all. “This mission for the justice faction is tough. Only by cooperating can we succeed. Unless absolutely necessary, I won’t abandon a comrade. And from the red glow of the gun, you should know it’s a red elite weapon—extremely powerful. If it hits the head or heart, it will surely kill.”

Seeing Blackie’s expression relax a little, Wang Ling added, “The gun’s range is only thirty meters.”

Blackie’s face twitched again. He spat angrily on the ground, put away his shield, gripped his machete tightly, and turned to face the street behind.

Wang Ling followed his gaze. Two figures gradually appeared.

First was a young woman, dressed for combat in tight pants outlining her long legs, topped with a short skirt. She wore a ski jacket, making her look slightly bulky. Her black hair was styled in a slanted ponytail draped over her right shoulder. From over two hundred meters away, her features were indistinct, though her face was clearly Eastern.

The other was a fat man.

“We have to kill that fat man! Then we escape!” Blackie instructed, gripping his machete, face sullen as he watched their approach. Wang Ling stood quietly, his right hand gripping the wooden handle of the white-iron musket.

From Blackie’s ability to kill five broom-heads, Wang Ling knew his attributes and experience in slaughter were inferior. Even such a strongman feared the woman, hinting at her terrifying power.

Yet Wang Ling did not feel afraid. His trump cards were powerful: his own skill, Pink Heart, from Peach’s Heart necklace, and his ace—the Kung Fu Summon Card, granting him the abilities of a Master of Staff, far stronger than himself.

As the woman and fat man drew nearer, Wang Ling saw their faces clearly. The woman’s skin was pale and delicate, her nose elegant, eyebrows slender as willow leaves, her features refined and beautiful. Her eyes were especially striking—large, with slightly upturned corners.

Wang Ling knew this eye shape as “fox eyes”—alluring and captivating, like those of Fan Bingbing.

Her pupils were pitch black, the whites clear and bright, making her eyes a seductive sight. Unfortunately, the murderous intent within ruined their charm.

As for the fat man, he looked timid, his only distinguishing feature being his nose. His nostrils were unusually large, like those of a super-popular foreign beauty, flaring outward—two black holes, somewhat disgusting.

“No wonder you stopped running—you found a teammate.” The woman snorted coldly, producing a sheathed greatsword.

Wang Ling noticed that as the sword appeared, it flashed a dazzling violet light—clearly a purple growth weapon, even rarer than red elite equipment!

The sword was called the Hero’s Sword.

In the world of Fire Emblem, mercenaries who become Heroes wield this weapon. The Hero’s Sword is a broad blade, notable for its sheath—a foot wide, made of metal, usable as a shield, known as the Shield-Sheath.

On the back of the sheath was a handle for single-handed use. The woman held the broad sword in one hand, the shield-sheath in the other, her body radiating a faint milky-white glow—not a skill, but an energy system:

Battle Aura.

Wang Ling saw Blackie’s body tremble as the woman’s Battle Aura appeared. He said bitterly, “Bai Feng, I don’t want to fight you! I’ve been running all day and you won’t give me any chance to live?”

The woman, Bai Feng, sneered. “I paid dearly for the Double Dragon scenario card to enter this world! I have important goals here. To avoid any mishap in my mission, I must eliminate all Dreamers who might interfere!”

She glanced at Wang Ling, sizing up his Eastern features, and asked coldly, “Which country?”

From her words, Wang Ling realized she had specifically used an item to enter this world; her strength must far exceed his own. His face grew grave as he replied, “China.”

“If you’re Chinese, show me all your attributes, skills, and equipment. If you pose no threat, hand over your musket, and I’ll let you leave.”

Wang Ling’s Peach’s Heart necklace was a rainbow Dream item; revealing it could invite deadly intent, and handing over the precious musket bought for thirty-five thousand currency points was out of the question. He smiled slightly. “All right!”

With those words, his right hand suddenly raised the musket, aiming its barrel at Bai Feng’s head and shouting, “Now!”

Blackie was ready; he charged forward, dropping low five meters from Bai Feng, rolled on the ground, and swung his machete at her calf.

This was no ordinary slash—it was the Rolling Blade skill from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles!

Bai Feng was furious at Wang Ling’s sudden move. Seeing Blackie’s attack from the ground, she had no time to deal with Wang Ling. She blocked with her shield-sheath, a metallic clang ringing out as it stopped the Rolling Blade, and with her right hand, she swept her broad sword toward the ground, sending a crescent-shaped arc of sword light flying down.

Battle Aura Slash!

Blackie, knowing the woman’s energy system from the Dream Space and having exchanged blows twice during a day of pursuit, was alert. Seeing the white blade arc, he cried out and rolled away several times. The Battle Aura Slash struck the hard cement, carving a crack ten centimeters deep!

Though Blackie dodged successfully, his heart pounded furiously. Had the sword light hit him, his body would have been cleaved in two without a doubt.