My Misfortune Crushed Instances-Chapter 80: All the Supernovas Gather in the Northwest

Chapter 80: Chapter 80: All the Supernovas Gather in the Northwest

"Who left this? Was it Li Rui?"

Zheng Xiaoyue hurried to the front to examine the traces on the ground.

"That, we don’t know." Zhou Xiong shook his head.

Zheng Xiaoyue examined carefully and said, "I can’t see any traces of the Rain Summoner’s skill. There’s no sign of water, so it probably wasn’t Li Rui."

Even though a Rain Summoner isn’t a strong attack class, they would usually use their skills in battle, even if just as a smoke screen.

After investigating, they found no traces of footprints or anything, making it impossible to determine which direction the person had gone.

Zhou Xiong sighed, "We’ll have to rely on luck. Let’s go."

He was very concerned about the current situation. On one hand, they needed to quickly eliminate all the Secret Realm creatures in the overlapping real world to remove the anchorage of the Secret Realm’s power, so the environment could return to normal.

On the other hand, he wanted to find Li Rui, not purely out of concern, but more importantly, if he wanted to continue living peacefully in Mihe City, he couldn’t let anything happen to this mysterious young man, who was just seconded here.

The premise of slacking off is not to screw up. If that kid really has extraordinary origins and ends up in trouble here, his days as team leader would be over.

He was right. If something really happened to Li Rui here, not just the city level, but even the provincial president, Song Yao, might personally hold them accountable.

But the problem is, Wu Mengying threw him here without questioning because she was sure he wouldn’t have any accidents.

To survive under someone like Zuo Qiutian, it’s impossible for him to have an accident in a mere level 20 present realm.

As Zhou Xiong led the group to continue the pursuit, the sack on Li Rui’s back was already half full.

"I wonder how many field duties I’ll need to accomplish to be promoted to intermediate level."

He strolled leisurely through a row of villas, killing intent pervading around him, with something lurking in those dark windows.

Under normal circumstances, it would seem like he was under ambush alone, but in fact, it was quite the opposite.

After a few unknown monsters’ sneak attacks, which were each instantaneously killed by Li Rui’s level three massive retaliation, the remaining ones hid away.

Although they hated this human intensely, they dared not make a move.

The Vajra Umbrella resting on Li Rui’s shoulder was like the scythe of the reaper, calling on each unexpected guest inside.

The quiet villa area turned into chaos with chickens flying and dogs jumping.

....

Northwest area, West Wind Province.

Dong Sanchuan worked in the provincial branch. His field duties weren’t particularly numerous, and his current rank was an intermediate agent.

At this moment, he had just exited the airport and reached the parking lot, where a black government car was parked in a corner, with a man in a light blue shirt standing guard beside it.

The two shook hands upon meeting, exchanged pleasantries, and got into the car. After Dong Sanchuan sat down, he asked, "Where are our people?"

The man in the shirt started the car and answered, "They’re currently on field duty, about a 30-minute drive from here. In our Cangyun Association, there are quite a few illegal Secret Realm agents wandering across the border."

You could see he was slightly tense, though his rank was actually higher. The reason for his nervousness was that he knew both the person in the car and the one they were about to meet shared a title: Supernova.

Dong Sanchuan was very casual, leaning back in his seat and saying, "Then let’s drive straight over."

"To the scene?"

"Yes."

The driver didn’t dare say more and started speeding along the highway.

minutes later, the car stopped inside an abandoned factory, sounds of explosions or impacts occasionally emanating from within.

After the driver got out of the car, he found the person in charge of the perimeter, explaining Dong Sanchuan’s identity. The latter replied formulaically, "There’s a battle ongoing inside, and in principle, we advise against intervening halfway."

"No problem, I’ll just take a look."

Dong Sanchuan replied, knowing the other said this just as organizational protocol, like a Miranda warning, something that must be stated.

As expected, the person didn’t stop him, just handed over a layout map of the factory.

"The main battle is in Factory Area 2, and the person you’re looking for is in there too."

"Thanks."

Without taking a weapon, Dong Sanchuan crossed the checkpoint as if taking an after-dinner walk, followed the worn asphalt road deep inside, and just as he turned into Factory Area 2, he heard a loud crash, and two people burst through the wall of the adjacent building.

A young man in an army green short-sleeve shirt leaped up high, slamming his opponent hard onto the ground. With the sound of bones cracking, the fight was over.

The young man no longer concerned himself with his fallen opponent, instead turning and smiling. "Brother Chuan, you’re too slow. We started without you."

"Doesn’t matter."

Dong Sanchuan waved his hand, "Where are Jiang Yu and Nan Jiumei?"

"Inside. I’ll take you." The young man readily agreed.

Just then, the man who had been slammed onto the ground suddenly started trembling, and in an instant, as if played in reverse, he stood up again. With one foot on the ground, he performed an unassisted triple jump and appeared behind the young man.

"Die, Zhang Hujun!"

In a powerful punch, it was as if a bell tolled, a rare Martial Monk skill known as Bell-Ringing Hammer.

Zhang Hujun sneered, lowering his head without turning and sidestepping the punch before delivering a vertical elbow strike in return.

Bang.

The thug, who had barely returned to life by some Secret Technique or skill, was smashed back into the ground with more bones shattered.

"Truly enviable, the battle intuition of a martial artist."

Dong Sanchuan continued walking forward, smiling as he spoke.

"Don’t be sarcastic, I can’t beat you anyway,"

Zhang Hujun responded, displeased, "Let’s go in and see; I wonder why they’re so slow."

The two walked further in together and saw a long-haired girl standing on a patch of withered grass, surrounded by many people lying sprawled out, their faces purple as if poisoned.

The two men who had just arrived stopped in their tracks with stiff faces, reluctant to approach easily.

"It’s really hard to imagine your profession is a battlefield doctor," Dong Sanchuan said with a wry smile.

Theoretically, the advancement path of a battlefield doctor shouldn’t be a strong attack type, but the variables in a Secret Realm are manifold. This girl named Jiang Yu encountered a world NPC from Guqing Valley in a Secret Realm. After cautiously appeasing it, she completed a hidden task and acquired a skill called Poison Thorn, becoming a support-type strong attacker capable of poisoning and healing.

Jiang Yu’s smile was bright, and she patted her hands, not responding, instead saying, "Didn’t you encounter Nan Jiumei?"

Zhang Hujun said helplessly, "That guy always drags his feet, probably striking a pose somewhere again."

As he was speaking, they suddenly heard a shout from not far away.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Please enjoy the next artistic presentation brought to you by Nan Jiumei... Gazing at the Stars!!"

The other three, all looking annoyed, turned their heads to see a young man of the same age standing on the roof of a nearby factory building with medium-length curly hair, wearing earrings, necklaces, and rings, not missing any accessories, and dressed in a red floral shirt.

Seeing that the audience had arrived, he snapped his fingers, and with a loud boom, the entire wall of the factory exploded. Several bodies, already unconscious, flew out, and whether by precise calculation or not, all of their faces turned skyward as they streaked through the air.

Dong Sanchuan clicked his tongue and shook his head, "His art is getting more abstract."