Chapter 16 – Salvation

　　A figure in white suddenly zipped past Li Yiming and Ji Xiaoqin. In the midst of her jump, Qing Linglong closed her fists. Two daggers, each reminiscent of the crescent of a nascent moon, appeared in her hands. Glowing indigo markings were carved onto the short, rustic blades. These blades were her talent—Moonshadow Daggers. Every time Qing Linglong spun her body, and the daggers sliced through the air, crescent-shaped indigo glares would follow the blades where they traveled.

　　With Qing Linglong now joining the fray, the situation improved slightly, but the prospects were still grim. Xiang Liu's body had become nearly transparent now. Suddenly, the violet flame around the camouflager's body was extinguished, only to erupt ever stronger in the next instant. He suffered two strikes from Qing Linglong to his back and reached out for another two of Xiang Liu's heads. Two more purple blossoms and the heads liquefied.

　　Now only five heads remained, and Xiang Liu itself was stripped of all of its ferociousness. Not only did its body seem more ethereal than ever, its size had shrunk down to barely three meters.

　　The camouflager dashed towards Xiang Liu, stopping Qing Linglong's daggers once again with his left hand. A swift kick directed at Qing Linglong's face forced her to retract her weapons and cross them together to block the blow.

　　Thud! Although Qing Linglong managed to protect her head, the momentum of the strike sent her flying until she crashed into the building on the opposite side of the street.

　　The camouflager glanced at Xiang Liu, who was no longer a threat, and strolled towards Li Yiming. The fierce fight that had barely concluded seemed to not have affected him at all.

　　One step… Two steps…

　　As the camouflager came closer and closer, Li Yiming wrapped his arms around Ji Xiaoqin tightly.

　　Tatatatatatat… The continuous firing of the L86A2 machine gun was heard—Wu Jie had taken the rifle and jumped out from behind the car.

　　"You've been enlisted by National Security…" Upon hearing this short sentence, Wu Jie knew that today would be unlike any other in his life. 'Speeding… Beauties… Heavy weapons… And this man who fell from the sky, then Vice-Commissioner w.a.n.g and that weird snake…' Wu Jie was beyond excited. He realized that it was not just a different day for him, but a different world he had just stepped into. One that he had dreamt about ever since he was a child.

　　'National Security? To h.e.l.l with that… These guys are the Dragon Team. The most mysterious and the strongest organization in the country!' Wu Jie, who had since long been poisoned by the clichés of online novels, cried out inwardly. ¹

　　With the L86A2's rapid rate of fire, Wu Jie had emptied his bullets within thirty seconds. A clicking noise could be heard as he continued pus.h.i.+ng the trigger down. However, the three hundred bullets he had fired resulted in nothing more than a rippling of the purple fire which surrounded the camouflager's body. The latter swung his arm in contempt and Wu Jie, to his surprise, was blasted away by a bolt of lightning, falling limply down on the ground.

　　Bang! Another gun shot was heard. The camouflager jumped back, and a slowly expanding crater appeared where he had stood. He turned his head around and threw a cold look at a skysc.r.a.per in the distance; he recognized the gun which inflicted a wound upon him a while ago. The bullets, also Made in Secret Domain, were capable of breaking his self-protection spell. The light around him concentrated into another dark purple orb in his right palm, and he hurled it toward the skysc.r.a.per.

　　"Eyegla.s.ses! Run!" Qing Qiaoqiao cried.

　　fraction of second later, the center of the skysc.r.a.per was obliterated. The projectile inflicted a similar damage on the several buildings behind its initial target and flew into the distance. Then, a deafening explosion could be heard.

　　Li Yiming was speechless as he looked at the gaping hole left in the middle of the skysc.r.a.per. The camouflager, by that time, however, had turned back and looked back at where Qing Linglong had crashed with severity. The clouds and winds above her were sucked down from the sky in a spiral and formed a shape reminiscent of Qing Linglong's Moonshadow Daggers.