Chapter 163 Formidable Rival

The rushing water roared in my ears, and the howling flames shot straight into the sky, attacking one towering stone pillar after another.

The King of Mount Tai and the two kings were locked in a fierce battle, maximizing their control over the map. Although they were outnumbered, it was difficult to determine who had the upper hand for the time being.

Xin Que swung her gun to disperse the water arrows that were trying to hit her, then dragged her gun and charged towards the location of the clubhouse.

The City King's clones scattered throughout the city surged toward Xin Que's location. Upon seeing the woman charging straight at him without any hesitation, they immediately went on high alert.

Xin Que casually pulled out an incendiary bomb from the Victoria Armory, bit off the safety pin, and threw it at the enemy in front of her.

Without slowing down, she charged directly into the sea of ​​fire that was rapidly burning with her clones as fuel.

Xin Que twirled the spear in his hand, and then, amidst the sea of ​​fire, the spear shaft disintegrated into data. As Xin Que grasped the reconstructed weapon handle, it quickly formed the shape of a long cone. With Xin Que's thrusting motion, the thick, hollow cone tip pierced directly into the clone's heart drive, forcibly destroying it.

But this is only the first one.

The madness in Xin Que's eyes grew stronger as the sea of ​​fire spread, and more and more clones fell in his eyes, while more and more clones surged up.

But she only had one goal.

Qu Huan, protected by the City King at the highest point of the club.

Having been passively imprisoned for so long, and repeatedly thrown into various hellish situations, she finally managed to accumulate her trump cards, gradually tilting the scales of victory in her favor.

If things go according to her plan, escaping from prison is a foregone conclusion.

How could she possibly let these lackeys hold her back?!

If Qu Huan, a high-ranking official, were to return with the truth about her situation and report it to the prison and the Huo family, all the groundwork she had laid would be for naught!

"Qu Huan," Xin Que's eyes burned with a chilling madness, "Continue! Make the scene as chaotic as possible!!!"

By focusing all the attention of the virtual prison on Xin Que, Qu Huancai would not discover that Cheng Zheng was silently deciphering the signal channels through which the administrators communicated with the outside world.

Qu Huan saw the provocative smile Xin Que gave her after assassinating the clone on the floating monitoring screen in front of her, but her expression remained solemn.

What virus is she carrying?

They could even use the fact that Biancheng Wang, the AI ​​in charge of the project, was not yet fully operational, as an excuse.

However, the iteration and maintenance of Taishan King is the most mature among the ten AI systems. Even the operation of the map and the construction of some scenes rely on Taishan King's powerful computing capabilities.

Such a sophisticated AI was somehow provoked into a state of madness and loss of control by Xin Que in just a few rounds...

"Have the real-time monitoring of the mission been transmitted to the warden and the engineering department?" Qu Huan asked the administrator AI. "The prison needs to readjust the risk assessment of Xin Que."

The mechanical binding tubes connecting the mechanical eye to the sky lit up for a moment, and various complex data could be vaguely seen being transmitted within them. The dense data was filtered by firewalls one after another before being transported to the sky.

The upload function is working normally.

Qu Huan did not relax much.

This mission is unlike any other; it's got the scale of something truly earth-shattering...

She has to prepare for the worst.

“Administrator,” Qu Huan said in a deep voice, “if I lose control, immediately shut down all map access permissions for the Ten Kings of Hell.”

“Even if it means perishing along with this map,” she said grimly, her words ruthless, “we must not allow Xin Que even the slightest chance to escape!”

[The delay instruction from visitor Minister Qu has been recorded.]

“Urban King,” Qu Huan coldly looked at Xin Que on the floating monitoring screen, who was fighting her way through a dense array of clones. “At Xin Que’s current speed, she will reach the club in at most ten minutes.”

The City King's expression, hidden by his top hat, remained emotionless and gentle. "Madam, what are your orders?"

...

Ignoring the clone's act of shooting at her body, Xin Que spat out the heart-driven chip in her mouth, which she had already drained of its repair capabilities. Then, the bullet hole on her arm rapidly healed to its original state at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Throwing the last incendiary bomb at the obstructing group of clones, Xin Que dragged her blood-dripping Miao sword, dodging the rubble that crashed to the ground as King Taishan and the two kings fought, and continued steadily forward on the road leading to the clubhouse.

The last fifty meters.

"Sigh," Xin Que flicked the blood off her Miao sword, looked up at Qu Huan who was looking down at her from the rooftop, and said in a voice that was neither loud nor soft, "You're still not willing to step down from your high position?"

“Your actions have taken me by surprise at every turn…” Qu Huan stood on the edge of the rooftop, which was more than ten meters high. His voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by Xin Que. “If I were you, at the mercy of others, how would I dare to jump in front of the hunter?”

"Should I call you arrogant and conceited... or is it the virus in your possession that gave you the courage to oppose me?"

Xin Que smiled, not answering her question, but instead asking her, "Who are you?"

“You’ve completely emptied my brain,” Xin Que pointed to her temples, “I have absolutely no recollection of ever offending someone as important as you.”

Qu Huan looked down at Xin Que with a cold gaze, "You don't need to know."

No sooner had she finished speaking than a dark shadow flashed past the woman, lunging straight at Xin Que, who was standing in the open space of the clubhouse.

"clang!!!"

Xin Que reacted quickly, raising her sword to defend herself before the shadow crashed into her, but she was still knocked back a step by the enormous impact.

“Xin Que,” Qu Huan’s voice surrounded her from all sides, “I’m here for only one purpose.”

"The serious criminal has been apprehended and brought to justice."

Xin Que chuckled, his longsword sweeping horizontally towards the menacing black figure. "A serious criminal? Are there other prisoners here?"

"clang!!!"

The ear-piercing sound of metal clashing scraped against the eardrums, sending adrenaline soaring and blood rushing.

Xin Que's Miao sword clashed and struck the man's black and gold staff repeatedly, each move aimed at the other's vital points. Sparks flew as the metal clashed.

Watching the fight scene downstairs, Qu Huan's expression gradually returned to its previous calm.

The City King's human form cannot gain any advantage over Xin Que.

This farce can't be dragged on any longer.

Just as Xin Que once again used his Miao sword to deflect the City King's staff, Qu Huan spoke.

“Eighth-Palace City King,” she said coldly as she stood tall on the edge of the rooftop, “come back.”