Apocalypse Gachapon Chapter 1901: White robe (2)

Once more, White Robe took a heavy blow; his chest was covered in wounds without a single intact area. The armor protecting him had already been destroyed during the earlier clashes.

Don't assume that his prolonged endurance meant he was genuinely superior to these two promising heirs from the great races. Such persistence came at a steep price, paid through countless sacrifices.

A chilling smirk lingered on Pei Cun's lips. The Beast Spirit form shifted once again; those razor-sharp claws vanished, giving way to a translucent energy jaw.

His frame curved forward, arms lifted at an angle toward the sky, employing this imitation technique to direct the maw straight at White Robe in a vicious snap.

A single chomp like this would drag the irritating foe straight to the underworld. Deep down, Pei Cun hoped the enemy wouldn't perish too swiftly and painlessly, allowing him to mockingly explain the vast divide separating their strengths.

The spirit's enormous jaws clamped shut, yet the gruesome display of gore exploding everywhere, the kind to stir one's veins with fervor, failed to materialize.

For a fleeting instant, the fight came to a halt.

Jing Wunan had retreated earlier since his companion activated the Beast Spirit power. To him, the outcome of this skirmish was already sealed.

At equal power levels, he believed no fighter from a minor tribe could endure a Beast Spirit assault, not even the infamous White Robe.

Only the gifted prodigies of the dominant races possessed the skill to repel such a strike.

Yet... what was unfolding before his eyes? Jing Wunan first registered shock, followed by a flicker of oddity in his expression.

Did those fading minor clans always spawn remarkable individuals right when disaster loomed?

Beneath Jing Wunan's stunned stare, White Robe successfully fended off the Beast Spirit's savage bite!

He witnessed White Robe with one arm folded behind, hoisted like a salute from the Young Pioneers, but aligned level with his skull, which he had also turned sideways to match the elevation.

His legs were planted wide, knees flexed, making his entire stance appear rather clumsy.

Nevertheless, regardless of the ungainly position, he had thwarted the onslaught.

Before long, the battle-savvy Jing Wunan grasped the purpose behind this odd configuration.

The limb and cranium acted as the top support, jamming the Beast Spirit's upper mandible. The splayed stance shoved the lower part open. Meanwhile, the bowed torso and flexed legs resulted from the overwhelming pressure they absorbed. Moments ago, Jing Wunan caught some sharp cracks; those were likely bones fracturing or splintering.

In other words, while White Robe avoided instant death, the toll on him was immense.

Still, though Jing Wunan couldn't fathom how this warrior repelled the Beast Spirit's strike, he realized that if White Robe managed it this way, why not employ both arms and legs? That approach would surely prove more effective. Why gamble with a snapped neck? At minimum, it might have reduced the bone damage or prevented some breaks.

But... why go that route?

As Jing Wunan pondered the question anew, a bolt of insight struck his thoughts. He comprehended it fully—the scheme this lunatic from the Star-Eye Clan had in mind.

"Pei Cun, watch out..."

His warning cut short, as his close ally soared through the air in retreat, the mighty Beast Spirit manifestation dissolving entirely.

The figure responsible for the chaos twisted his bloodied form toward Jing Wunan and declared, "Your turn."

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Ye Zhongming had regained a bit of his strength and moved beside White Robe. He patted himself down in search of a smoke but then recalled this wasn't Earth, so cigarettes were out of reach.

Back on Earth, the Cloud Peak King would light up now and then. It posed no threat to his well-being; any trace of toxin vanished instantly upon inhalation. Rather, Ye Zhongming viewed it as a way to unwind or bond.

Whenever he indulged, companions nearby were typically those he trusted deeply or who had delivered key successes to Cloud Peak.

Sharing a smoke with Ye Zhongming outshone even receiving gear crafted by his own hands in terms of bragging rights.

"What a brutal fight."

White Robe proved less aloof than Ye Zhongming had pictured. Get to know him, and you'd discover a laid-back fellow. Only in the heat of battle did he flip into full 'berserker' gear.

For instance, during the recent clash, Ye Zhongming personally observed how this man, confronting the beast spirit enveloping the foe's body, ignored his own survival odds and prioritized a riposte.

He braced with his neck, skull, one arm, and legs, freeing the remaining hand for offense.

Ye Zhongming replayed that moment in his head multiple times. In his shoes, would he attempt it? Probably not, he concluded.

The Cloud Peak King figured ordinary folks wouldn't either. To date, he was convinced that apart from White Robe, only Xia Bai might opt for such a daring play in a do-or-die instant.

These two Bai types... shared that reckless streak.

Yet White Robe pulled it off. His bold gamble yielded gains. The Beast Spirit failed to 'devour him whole,' and his desperate counterpunch tore a massive gash into the enemy mid-execution.

As for Jing Wunan, whether from alarm or a bid to rescue his ally, he grabbed Pei Cun's form and bolted away alongside the two Luther foes they had been battling.

This desperate showdown, teetering on the edge of annihilation, concluded triumphantly thanks to Ye Zhongming and White Robe's command, bolstered by the Novices' stellar efforts!

Ye Zhongming grasped White Robe's point. Their group started with more than twenty members, yet over half now lay fallen.

"The enemies fared far worse!"

Helsky sprawled nearby. Despite the remedies from He, his wounds wouldn't mend so rapidly. Any shift brought agony that made him wish for the end. Still, chatting about the results fired him up.

Indeed, they mourned lost comrades, but their feats dazzled. Five seasoned fighters slain, roughly ten Novices cut down, and Pei Cun left in uncertain fate.

Impressively dominant.

Both White Robe and Ye Zhongming grinned.

Post-battle, Helsky, Ji Ruiguang, and the rest finally caught White Robe's notice. His demeanor toward them warmed beyond mere frostiness.

"Clashes are breaking out everywhere nearby. While that benefits us, foes could burst in at any second. We should depart without delay."

White Robe gestured at the recorder. He suspected some causes for the turmoil but chose not to probe deeper. Crossing paths with Pei Cun's crew was rotten fortune, but currently, their stars aligned favorably. The surrounding mayhem granted them a short breather. It wouldn't last long and might shatter abruptly, prompting White Robe's proposal.

Ye Zhongming chuckled and replied, "We'll hold position here briefly. Let's check if fortune favors us now."

White Robe eyed Ye Zhongming curiously, awaiting clarification.

"His tribesfolk are on the verge of showing up." Ye Zhongming indicated the Changxu Water Race female and added.