Volume 7 - Chapter 501: Conflict

Chapter 501: Conflict

Translator: Translation Nation Editor: Translation Nation

Being pushed aside, the black-headscarf gypsy woman became fairly angered. She immediately released a piercing giggle and stared into Canbi’s eyes. Gradually, Canbi’s ruthless demeanor dissolved away, as it turned into bewilderment, then embarrassment and finally a complete loss. The initially icy and penetrating voice of the woman instead morphed into a gentle and sweet one.

"Won’t you hand it over to me? After releasing it, you will feel your right hand turning heavier…...extremely heavy, to the point of irresistibility. Then, you will find a hatchet to chop off this useless hand of yours...."

"Hypnosis?!!!" This term immediately floated into the trio’s mind!

This black-headscarf gypsy woman was truly vicious at heart. Canbi had only pushed her with his right hand, but she actually intended to hypnotize him into chopping of his own hand?

Witnessing Canbi handing over his tiny black cloth sack as he fell into her ploy, Reef marched forward to obstruct him.

Instead, that black-headscarf gypsy woman fished out an object, and with a flick of her finger, an astoundingly thin yet sharp object came speedily swivelling in.

Reef snorted as he grabbed the incoming object, but instantly, blood trickled out through the gaps of his fingers. That object was actually a ‘3 of Clubs’ poker card!

To be capable of injuring Reef, the incisiveness of this poker card wasn’t inferior at all to an ordinary knife blade.

No wonder ordinary pirates didn’t dare deal with the gypsies. Just a casual woman alone, possessed hypnotic arts of the spirit field, and was even equipped with long range offensive methods in the form of shooting poker cards. Her true prowess was sufficient to leave one shuddering.

However to Reef, such a wound was merely superficial as he continued trudging forward. The face of that black-headscarf middle-aged woman sank, as she repeatedly shuttled with her finger flicks.

This time, three poker cards came whistling in, as it brushed against Reef’s throat, chest and arm; cutting deep into his flesh!

To ordinary mortals, this would be a fatal strike. Yet as his blood glistened while reflecting the incandescent of the bonfire, Reef swung forth his fist as though he was totally unaffected. Smacking the woman’s face, she was struck flying 2-3 metres away.

When that plightful woman climbed back up, her black veil was already saturated with ocher stains; evidently stained by a bleeding nose, or the coughing of blood from the devastating punch.

"Although I’ve never proactively acted against a woman, that doesn’t mean you can exploit my soft heartedness!"

Concurrently, when that woman was struck flying, Canbi’s hypnotic state was dispelled. With a vacant expression, he glanced down at his hands.

All of a sudden, he gripped his head before leaking out unceasing groans, while revealing an anguished countenance. Possibly, this was the acute backlash headache from the hypnosis.

By now, Reef had already pulled out the poker cards lodged in his body and had thrown them to the ground. Meanwhile, Sheyan’s attention became fixated onto those three poker cards soaked in blood on the ground. Recognizing them as the clubs of 4, 5 and 6, his eyes revealed a pensive gaze before he muttered to Mogensha.

"Bring Canbi and get out of this place first. Reef and I possess high physique, and we have fortified resistance against abnormal effects; attempting to hypnotize us would absolutely not be an easy feat. Of course more crucially, a hidden AK in the darkness would provide us with a greater sense of security."

Brother Black nodded as his smile exposed his pearly white teeth, then, he left with Canbi.

At present, Reef and Sheyan had already attracted the watchful gaze of the surrounding majority, while the other two didn’t experience any hiccups during their departure.

Meanwhile, that black-headscarf gypsy woman had scrambled into the tent after casting a malicious gaze towards them. Swiftly after, 5-6 other women came streaming out of the large tent in succession.

Sheyan took notice of the woman walking in the middle. She was shrouded with a headscarf of red, yellow and green color combination; whereas her veil was pure white, and barely exposed a red dot between her brows, which resembled a cinnabar birthmark. Hoisting up a crystal ball in her hands, intriguing illusory shades of scarlet and violet were condensed within; mystically fluctuating with a myriad of changes, as though it held a world within.

Apart from her, the women escorting her wore either red or white headscarves, and masked with veils of identical shade. Though they held onto crystal balls as well, regardless of volume or mystical quality, theirs were vastly inferior to the middle woman’s crystal ball.

The foremost woman was shrouded with a white headscarf. She glared at Reef and grimly announced.

"Foreigner, you go as far as to assault a holy diviner? Be prepared to receive the punishment of Luzhina."

Reef snorted in response.

"It was your old hag who first assaulted me."

That white headscarf woman immediately turned noticeably enraged, as she flipped her wrist, producing a poker card within her palm. Yet at this moment, Sheyan suddenly interrupted.

"Wait."

Yet unexpectedly, that flowery headscarf and white veil woman also immediately called out.

"Hold it!"

The reason this gypsy diviner was conforming to him, was because the current Sheyan was peacefully standing where he was with an outstretched right arm. Within the gap between his thumb and index fingers, was a seed that radiated with a cyan-black metallic lustre.

If Sheyan were to exert his strength, one could imagine the seed being utterly squished with juices spurting.

"Very well." Sheyan chuckled. "I finally have the opportunity to speak. But please be reassured, I’m not a long-winded individual."

"Firstly, our initial intent was to see if you recognize this unknown seed. It appears that as expected, you gypsies do recognize it."

"Next, I wouldn’t mind selling it....but of course, for a price that satisfies me."

"Finally, I am truly a petty individual. If such an inharmonious affair like assaulting me were to occur, then my disatisfaction can only be expressed with the changing price. Listen up you gypsies; for every attack you make, I will double my selling price."

Speaking till here, Sheyan paused and smiled faintly before he earnestly continued.

"Then, our starting price for this seed goes as 10,000 guineas. Therefore…."

Sheyan then turned his face towards that black headscarf middle-aged woman who had assaulted Reef earlier.

"Your earlier offence has left me with distaste, therefore, the price is doubled to 20,000 guineas. Your earlier failed attack was already worth 10,000 guineas, so, think carefully before you make the next move…...because If you fail to kill me, be prepared to pay 40,000 guineas."

At this moment, the foremost white headscarf woman, Luzhina, sneered.

"Throughout all lands from the earliest sunrise to the latest sunset, I’d never seen such an ignorant and brassy fool like you."

Accompanying her fading speech, two speedily rotating poker cards came slicing out from Luzhina’s hand. Differing from the cards of before, her two poker cards were swivelling in with a traumatizing shrilling screech that could intimidate one’s soul.

The poker cards zipped in with a faintly discernible trajectory, abruptly slicing in from both lateral sides. Without time to reach, two long streaks of wound were carved out on Reef’s back; as blood spurted out horizontally.

Yet bizarrely, after the cards slashed past Reef, it soared upwards and revolved round before slashing towards Reef once again; as though it possessed its own intelligence!

At this instant, Reef clenched his right first as he layered his ‘Faith-guard’ over him. Burying his head forward, he barreled towards Luzhina.

Yet for some unknown reason, Sheyan could only watch as Reef’s charging speed plunged to its maximum slowest; basically resembling jogging on the spot.

Evidently, without being aware at all, Reef was already suffering from an illusory influence; manipulating his perception of distance in his brain to experience a massive disequilibrium.

"Oh? Illusion?" A smirk appeared unanimously on Sheyan’s and Reef’s lips.

Ever since their battle with Uzel and Lille, Party Ace had reflected on that painful experience and discussed countless times on how they should deal with such an illusory predicament in the future. Thus, they had even enumerated several solutions.

As for Reef’s choice, he chose the most basic and straightforward solution!

Heaving in a deep breath till his chest swelled exorbitantly, he unleashed a maniacal roar towards the sky!

Shattering Cardiac Roar!!!

Presently, the radius of Reef’s ‘Shattering Cardiac Roar’ had already improved to a relatively large radius, where Luzhina was within this affected radius. Even though she was near the boundary, she still suffered from the damage. Her face turned pale as she retreated several steps back. In this instance, her illusion had been disrupted.

Reef instantly tore forward. In view of his only desire to accomplish this main mission, he didn’t resort to his lightsaber, but merely employed a sweep with his shield; heavily knocking against Luzhina’s face, before he added a kick forward.

Screaming bitterly, Luzhina was kicked to the ground as she rolled like a gourd. Only after panting for a long while where she landed, did she slowly return.

Without lifting his eyelids, Sheyan announced indifferently.

"Next. But let me first issue a warning. This seed has already inflated to 40,000 guineas. If you still dare to attack us, then it would become 80,000 guineas."

Luzhina suddenly yelled wildly like a vixen.

"Attack together! They are at most two individuals, I don’t believe....….you fool!!!!!!"

"Pa!" A gentle squished resounded!

Sheyan had directly pinched the seed fastened between his fingers, as greenish sap squired in all directions. Without a shred of concern, he flicked away the sticky sap. Then, he proceeded to glare at the gypsy diviner who was seemingly trembling with rage, as he scoffed conceitedly.

"I forgot to add one point – we only accept single challengers, not group fights."

While announcing, Sheyan retrieved another seed, and pinched it between his fingers with great composure. Then, he declared callously.

"Perhaps the gypsies still reckon that I’m an individual who speaks without thinking, why not challenge the validity of my words again?"