Text - Chapter 953: Hot Pursuit

Chapter 953: Hot Pursuit

Translator: Sean88888 Editor: Elkassar1

It was a double-decker bus. There weren't too many people on it, and Sheyan's act of scrambling to get on the bus did not attract too much attention.

In densely populated places, there were all kinds of people. In bustling New York, thieves, robbers, drug addicts and the likes existed in droves. There were also a lot of performance artists who would deliberately perform strange acts in public. Sheyan did not appear too conspicuous. He quickly took a seat.

Soon after, Sheyan started feeling an increasingly painful sensation spreading from his feet. The pain gradually converged on his thighs!

Suddenly, a wave of unbearable pain transmitted over from Sheyan's legs. It was the same sensation as having a red-hot branding iron pressing down on them, except there was no scorching smell and no feeling of intense pressure.

Sheyan was very tough mentally, but in the face of such severe pain, he couldn't help but drip with cold sweat. His teeth were grit so tightly that they made creaking sounds! The muscles on his whole body spasmed. A pool of sweat quickly accumulated underneath his seat.

A couple and a young girl originally sat next to Sheyan. They exchanged glances when they saw him acting that way, thinking that he may be a drug addict or maybe he was having a seizure. It scared them into changing their seats to get away from Sheyan.

Sheyan raised his head, opened his mouth and gasped greedily for breath like a fish out of water. He finally felt better after a while. He relaxed, knowing that the spiritual connection between himself and the Cardinal had been severed. He wiped away the cold sweat on his face and the saliva on the corners of his mouth that he hadn't even noticed was there before. He found that the bus had left Manhattan.

Sheyan pondered for a moment, then ripped open his trousers to find two strange and mysterious symbols burnt onto his legs, engraved deep into the skin! They were the Hebrew words for gluttony and wrath! Looking at these two symbols, Sheyan had a strange premonition in his heart. He knew that the matter would probably not end so easily. Not only were the two symbols branded on his body, he felt like they were imprinted on his soul too!

'I wonder how Aziz is doing,' the thought flashed across Sheyan's mind, but he quickly snapped back to reality because the door had opened and admitted two men inside. One of them was rather burly while the other was crooked and looked a bit shady.

The burly man was all smiles and even helped an old man off the bus. Without saying a word, one of them sat in front of Sheyan and the other behind him, keeping Sheyan in the middle.

The two men were Shali and Stend who had tried to assassinate Sheyan in the MIB headquarters. Even when the two had him surrounded, Sheyan appeared relaxed. He asked:

"How come you guys are here?"

Shali, who sat behind Sheyan, answered in a low muffled tone:

"Do you think you can still escape?"

Sheyan nonchalantly said:

"Maybe I can't kill the two of you by myself, but you two won't be able to kill me either! I'm afraid Fate will make an appearance if he wants me dead too."

When Shali heard the name "Fate", his hands gripped hard on the bus seat handle. The handle, together with the steel bar inside, was bent out of shape. He looked around and said through gnashed teeth:

"Do you think using the name of Fate will scare me?!"

Sheyan rested his hands behind his head and, without missing a beat, said:

"Fate! What do you say if we forget about everything that happened today? As a gift, I'll leave these two guys for you to kill. You probably hadn't noticed yet, but when I escaped from that monster's territory just now, there were already 5 intruders tailing me. If you try to kill me and I get desperate, both of us will be injured. We'll only benefit the people lurking in the dark."

Shali and Stend got more nervous with every word that came out of Sheyan's mouth.

Shali gulped, his eyes glued to Sheyan's face. The muscles on his jaws and temple were bulging from tension. The air in his mouth cracked when he chewed on it, as if it was not air that he was chewing on, but large chunks of glass!

As he chewed on the air, his muscles began to swell up and his skin started to shine. Meanwhile, Stend was rubbing his nails together, making metallic sounds.

But apparently Sheyan's words had its effect. He could sense that both Shali and Stend were obviously distracted. Although they were facing him, most of their focus was on the surroundings - just like students in the afternoon who would appear to have their eyes glued to the blackboard, but their mind had actually drifted away to what they would have for lunch.....

Nevertheless, they were still Bloody World participants carefully chosen by their respective realms! Both of them were recognised as the strongest fighter in their own party, so of course they wouldn't lose their will to fight over a few words! They came here looking for a fight, so that's what they would do!

With a flick of Shali's wrist, he uprooted the entire seat in front of him and bashed it at Sheyan. It was the chair above the bus. The two main materials that made up the seats of public buses were hard plastic and reinforcing steel bars. They were held down with large bolts the size of wine glasses. Shali could simply reach out and grab one as his weapon, so it was apparent how strong he was.

But Sheyan still sat in his seat with a smile on his face, without the slightest intention of dodging. The broken chair flung by Shali would not be recognised as an equipment so the damage bonus it provided was very limited. Sheyan had dealt with Shali before so he had a thorough understanding of Shali's strength.

*Bang*

An ordinary human was sure to have their skull broken from Shali's hit, but when the chair hit Sheyan, it might as well have hit a cement pillar. Plastic debris and steel parts scattered everywhere. Sheyan remained perfectly fine.

Stend crossed his left and right forefinger's nails and shot a trail of flame which looked like a snake crawling in the air towards Sheyan. Sheyan nonchalantly put his right hand up to block it. After the flame wound around Sheyan's arm several times, the smell of skin and flesh burning permeated through the air, but that was the worst the flame could do. It completely disappeared after a few seconds.

Upon seeing such a spectacular movie-like scene, the people inside bus screamed in hysteria. They proceeded to jump out the windows when the bus stopped at a traffic light. Shali's body had grown even bigger after he inhaled. When he stood up, his head crashed into the roof of the bus. Although he was not hurt, it was unexpected. Shali's action was naturally delayed for a moment.

Taking this opportunity, Sheyan grabbed the smaller Stend.

Stend revealed a bloodthirsty smile. He flicked his fingers and a very sharp sound penetrated into Sheyan's ears, causing Sheyan to pause momentarily. With a swing of Stend's hand, the seat next to Sheyan was sliced in half. The finger continued towards Sheyan's neck.

"Interesting," said Sheyan indifferently. He raised his left fist to block, and the strong wind force generated by Stend's finger instantly left a trail of sparks on his boxing glove. By this time, Shali had freed himself and had smashed at Sheyan's head. Stend was sure that Sheyan had to dodge, so he paused, ready to cooperate with Shali's attack. However, Sheyan simply ignored Shali's attack and caught Stend's throat, then followed up with a vicous headbutt on Stend's nose!

Sheyan then broke out in a frenzy and beat Stend up. Although he had to receive Shali's fierce attacks at the same time, Shali's attacks seemed to mean nothing to him!

In the end, Stend was grabbed by Sheyan and was smashed through the windshield of the bus with a fierce 'Tactical Throw'. He was hit head-on by a fast-moving Audi TT sports car closing in from the opposite direction.

He was immediately rammed over ten meters away and fell heavily to the ground, dragging a long trail of blood on the clean road. An ordinary human would have died a terrible death with their body in pieces. Although he was a contestant, Stend was still left severely injured.

Stend climbed up in a daze. With an angry roar, a dull golden glow appeared on his left hand - he was ready to use an ultimate skill in his next strike.

Right after Sheyan sent Stend flying, he had turned around to deal with Shali. He completely gave up on defence and opted to exchange blows with Shali instead.

Although Shali was wary of possible hidden enemies and did not display his full power, he was still secretly shocked by Sheyan's unimaginable formidability - Defence comparable to an MT, shocking HP and powerful Strength!

When Shali saw that Stend was about to launch his attack, he instantly made a decision. His neck suddenly became huge and thick, the green veins on it protruding like a toad that had drawn in air. The next instant, he opened his mouth and launched from the depth of his throat a violent and explosive gush of air right towards Sheyan's face.

This was Shali's ultimate skill: 'Air Cannon'!