Chapter Fifty-Two: The Savior Project

As Left Roar conjured over a dozen beastly phantasms, Morrison attacked from another direction, transforming into several bestial forms as well.

Roars and hisses echoed through the arena, a cacophony of phantom beasts filling the air. Yu Zhou found himself surrounded with no possibility of escape, so he charged straight at Left Roar. Since evasion was impossible, he chose to confront them head-on.

Summoning his strength, his relatively weak legs did not provide much propulsion, but with a powerful push from his arms against the earth—dirt flying—Yu Zhou shot forward like an arrow loosed from its bow. In midair, fist clenched, he aimed a fierce punch directly at Left Roar.

A phantom beast blocked his path, but Yu Zhou ignored it completely. His fist smashed through the beast; his target remained Left Roar—strike the king to capture the bandit!

The phantom beast before Left Roar was shattered, but Yu Zhou’s speed and momentum diminished as a result. Even so, Left Roar was unwilling to face Yu Zhou head-on, instead using the momentary distraction to sidestep and slip away.

Landing, Yu Zhou immediately rolled forward, dodging a phantom beast attacking from behind. As he stood, a faint, ambiguous smile played at his lips. He gazed at Left Roar with a look that was not quite a smile, not quite a sneer.

Left Roar, for reasons unknown, felt a chill crawl down his spine beneath Yu Zhou’s gaze. He cursed under his breath, “Idiot! Ghost-playing tricks!”

Having spat his insult, he commanded the phantoms to surround Yu Zhou, ready to close in for the kill, while he himself remained safely at a distance.

“Do you really think hiding in the back guarantees your safety? That you won’t be killed?” Yu Zhou asked. After several exchanges and direct confrontations, Yu Zhou realized Left Roar was extremely cunning, never exposing himself to danger. If a sneak attack failed, his first instinct was always self-preservation.

“Hmph! Trying to provoke me?” Left Roar was unmoved, continuing to calmly direct the phantoms to tighten the encirclement.

Morrison strolled to Left Roar’s side and stood motionless, coldly watching Yu Zhou, who was now beset by phantom beasts.

This sight greatly displeased Left Roar. Already seething from having his plans disrupted, his anger needed an outlet. Seeing Morrison standing there like a fool, making no move to act, only fueled his fury. He roared at Morrison, “Why aren’t you moving? Hurry up and finish him!”

Morrison nodded, commanding the great dragon circling above to swoop toward Yu Zhou. In concert with the phantoms summoned by Left Roar, they launched their assault together.

With a thunderous explosion, Yu Zhou’s figure vanished from the field.

Left Roar’s heart turned cold—Clone Technique! He had forgotten Yu Zhou could use the Clone Technique!

The hairs on his neck stood on end as he instinctively tried to dodge, but at that moment, two powerful hands clamped onto his arms, holding him fast.

Left Roar turned in shock—it was Morrison!

Morrison’s hands, like iron pincers, gripped Left Roar tightly as Yu Zhou’s true body launched a devastating punch.

He saw the fist coming, saw it tear open his chest, saw it punch through his heart, reducing it to pulp. Only then did Left Roar truly realize his fate, but it was already too late.

Morrison released him, and Left Roar collapsed to the ground like a sack of mud. His chest was torn open, blood gushing forth uncontrollably. His eyes stared wide in disbelief, unwilling to close.

Yu Zhou crouched beside him and said, “I told you, you were doomed, but you didn’t believe me.”

Left Roar opened his mouth to speak, but blood bubbled out, making his words unintelligible.

Yu Zhou stood and exchanged a high-five with Morrison.

“Good thing you were nearby. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have made my move,” Morrison said.

Yu Zhou glanced at Morrison’s wristwatch and asked, “Was it this that you used to relay the situation to me?”

“You could say that.” Morrison nodded. He knelt beside Left Roar and rummaged through his belongings, finally producing several pills that gave off a fresh, fragrant aroma the moment they were revealed. Morrison sniffed them, then said, “Resurrection Pills—quick, give them to Abu and Nan Feng Xiaolang.”

Yu Zhou took the pills and went to administer them to Abu and Nan Feng Xiaolang. Abu was still unconscious; Yu Zhou propped him up, mixed the pill with water, and poured it into his mouth.

Nan Feng Xiaolang, however, was nearly naked. Yu Zhou hesitated, but saving a life took precedence—and besides, taking a look was no crime, a small compensation for his efforts. So he repeated the process, sneaking a few more glances, his heart pounding with youthful excitement, reminding himself, “This isn’t for kids, not for kids, I’m still a minor…”

As he worked, Yu Zhou chatted with Morrison.

“To be honest, at first, I really thought you were one of their lackeys.”

“I have my own mission,” Morrison replied.

“You must know many things I don’t. I hope you can give me some answers.”

“We weren’t really chosen by fate,” Morrison began, gently stroking his wristwatch. “We’re just the humans with the purest Asura blood selected jointly by the government and the Asuras.”

The night Morrison found Yu Zhou and tried to stop him from joining the duel, Yu Zhou noticed Morrison’s watch still glowed. This surprised him because, after entering the Spirit Realm, everyone’s watches except his had stopped working. According to Baidu, Yu Zhou’s watch was a first-generation model with added settings that allowed Baidu to bypass the restrictions and operate it.

But what about Morrison’s? During the duel, every contact between their green and blue shields was, in fact, a coded exchange—and the famous reversal was a move the two had planned together.

Morrison took off his jacket and tossed it to Yu Zhou, who gently draped it over Nan Feng Xiaolang, then turned to listen carefully to Morrison’s explanation.

“Around the eighteenth century to the mid-nineteenth century, the Asuras—once sealed within the earth’s core—broke their bonds and appeared in great numbers on the surface. Before that, only a few powerful Asuras had ever escaped, and they were all famed for their martial prowess.

“But starting in the eighteenth century, countless Asuras known for their scholarly achievements began to enter human society, drastically changing human life.”

“The eighteenth century? Are you talking about the First Industrial Revolution?” Yu Zhou asked.

“Yes. In fact, both the First and Second Industrial Revolutions were driven by the Asuras, who wanted to help advance human civilization. Many so-called great inventions weren’t inventions at all—they were simply gifts from the Asuras.”

“That sounds like a long story. If you start from the beginning, who knows when you’ll finish. For now, tell me about the mission you mentioned earlier,” Yu Zhou said, licking his lips.

“It’s a plan with the codename ‘Savior,’” Morrison replied.