Matrix Survival: I Get A Random Chest Every Day-Chapter 937 - 652: That’s a Relief (Part 2)

"And you?" Li Zheng asked Sang Biao, "Did you notice anything at the time?"

"I didn’t catch who it was, but I remember the sound came from your direction." Sang Biao was evidently more attentive to details than Feng Yue, though his attention still wasn’t quite enough.

"It was that Eagle General with Nato." Li Zheng gazed at the Black Mist rolling above them; it was unclear what time it was in the universe, as no starry sky was visible, everything obscured by the tangible negative emotions.

"Him?" Sang Biao’s expression changed, "In the Wilderness, the Eagle General’s eagerness for battle is almost as famous as that of the Biao Race, but their reputation is poor, and they will stop at nothing for victory, employing endless schemes and intrigues.

Moreover, they are somewhat lacking in disposition, easily infected by the negative emotions of the Anger Sin Domain, which is why their presence is rarely seen there."

He clawed at his face while contemplating, "Lure... beast tide... the first to sing the battle song but didn’t join the subsequent fight, Nato even trying to seize the spoils afterwards... This twisted beast tide was actually lured by people they sent?"

Sang Biao quickly pieced together the key points.

Feng Yue, however, felt confused, "Even we could only enter the rear of the Golden Light Zone for a brief time with the help of the Pathfinder and the Celestial Dragon Race, to lure the beast tide to assemble later? How could anyone operate in such an environment for long periods? Ordinary people would have their spiritual defenses shattered soon after leaving the Golden Light Zone, wouldn’t they?"

Feng Yue was right; the people who could resonate with the Celestial Dragon Race at that time might have varying levels of spiritual prowess, but most were quite competent. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Even they nearly descended into chaos after the battle, unable to free themselves, how could anyone else possibly operate in such an environment for long periods?

"Unless those people have a much higher level of Spiritual Power than we do." Feng Yue pondered, "No, if their Spiritual Power were that strong, their external strength wouldn’t be weak either, and they wouldn’t be crushed like minced meat by the twisted tide, so..."

"So the people they sent weren’t ordinary." Li Zheng narrowed his eyes and said, "They were infectees!"

Infectees?!

Sang Biao and Feng Yue were both startled, "You mean Nato and them are in league with the organization cultivating infectees, advocating for immersing in Emotion Storms?"

Li Zheng didn’t speak, just shook his head and said, "Not necessarily, maybe I’m wrong?"

After all, he hadn’t detected that bizarre shadow on the scene.

Even so, Sang Biao and Feng Yue still felt that what Li Zheng said was likely the truth.

"The twisted beast tide was actually man-made, that’s truly..." Sang Biao turned his head and asked, "If this twisted beast tide is man-made, then... what about the previous ones? Were they also man-made?"

"That I don’t know." Li Zheng replied, "I haven’t experienced the previous beast tides, so I wouldn’t dare to make unfounded claims. Maybe they were, maybe they weren’t, who knows?"

Sang Biao bowed his head in thought, "Next time I meet Nato, I can try capturing him and find out the truth from his mouth!"

And if capturing him didn’t work, he’d just kill him, as a service to the people.

After all, being from the Wilderness, he didn’t need a reason to kill; whenever the mood struck, he could kill a few weaker people than himself, and no one would think it unreasonable.

At that moment, Feng Yue suddenly asked out of curiosity, "Sang Biao... Sir, if Nato and that Eagle General faced you, how many moves do you think they could manage?"

Sang Biao boasted, "If my old wounds were healed, killing them would be like slaughtering dogs. But being injured makes the outcome uncertain, especially since they probably know about this news, which increases my chances of losing to them."

The Biao Race might be arrogant, but they were quite meticulous in combat, never pretending otherwise when they couldn’t win.

Feng Yue asked again, "And what if you were to fight the Pathfinder, Sir?"

"That..." Sang Biao glanced at Li Zheng, not responding.

Li Zheng laughed and answered for him, "After a punch, I would make him kneel on the ground."

Sang Biao and Feng Yue paused, thinking the Pathfinder truly had a sense of humor.

However, Li Zheng then finished his sentence, "Begging me not to die."

Sang Biao, Feng Yue: "..."

This Pathfinder certainly has a sense of humor that goes too far.

Feng Yue pondered, "Given that, Nato and that Eagle General could easily kill the Pathfinder. Why didn’t they succeed, and instead let us arrive for support?"

Compared to losing a life, Li Zheng getting one leg chopped off by Ying Chen at the last moment was a mere flesh wound.

Judging by the combat power on both sides, this was simply a miracle.

"Perhaps because keeping me alive is more useful to them?" Li Zheng speculated.

Feng Yue was even more puzzled, "Forgive my straightforwardness, but with the Pathfinder’s level of strength, there shouldn’t be any strategic value to exploit, right?"

"..." Sang Biao suddenly took out a teapot, handing it to Feng Yue, "Here, hold it, check if the water is boiling."

Feng Yue touched the teapot twice and found it was cool, "It’s not."

Sang Biao snatched back the teapot and put it away, "Not boiling? Then leave it alone."

Feng Yue then wisely kept quiet.

Even though the Pathfinder’s external power might indeed be on the weaker side, pointing it out in front of him shows a lack of emotional intelligence, doesn’t it?

Besides, we call him the Pathfinder, not because of his immense strength, do we?

No, it’s because the Pathfinder awakened their dormant spirit of rebellion, giving their lives direction once more.

"Living" is a simple concept that all life understands and accomplishes.