Chapter 127: Angelic Service

Chapter 127: Angelic Service

Upon hearing Angel Leng’s words, Morgana did not grow angry, nor did she pay any mind to her. Instead, she turned her gaze back to Yun Yang and asked, "I've already saved Earth; can we continue the fight?"

Before Yun Yang could respond, Angel Leng interjected directly, "I’ll take over. You’re bullying him with this gauntlet-style combat. Let me handle it."

Morgana’s eyes narrowed, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips as she swayed the space cage in her hand. "I have hostages in my grasp, so I am going to use a gauntlet. After all, he is Qiang Wei’s boyfriend."

Hearing this, Qiang Wei looked stunned. What did this have to do with her? But this was not the time to ask, so she could only remain silent.

Yun Yang, having heard Angel Leng, was tempted to just lie back down and rest, but he hadn't expected Morgana to pull this stunt. He had no choice but to get up again, signaling that he was ready to continue.

Seeing Yun Yang walk back to the center, Morgana pointed at Wei Qi. "Old Seven, you go. The Queen believes in you."

Standing opposite Yun Yang, Wei Qi could only offer a bitter smile and assume a combat stance.

With the sound of a gunshot, the battle began, yet neither moved. Yun Yang looked at Wei Qi’s empty hands, stowed his King Sword away, and said, "Brother Wei Qi, take it easy on me. My close-quarters combat skills are trash."

Wei Qi couldn't help but laugh bitterly at Yun Yang’s words. "Stop mocking me. With that freakish defensive power of yours, I wouldn't be able to beat you even if you stood still and let me hit you."

"Then how about..."

Before Yun Yang could finish, Morgana, as if reading his thoughts, spoke up immediately. "Demons do not surrender, and neither do you, Wei Qi."

Hearing this, Wei Qi felt a sense of constraint and spread his hands. "Morgana... Queen, she won't let me surrender. There's nothing I can do."

Yun Yang, recognizing Wei Qi’s predicament, called out to the sidelines, "Zhui, lend that Flame Sword to Wei Qi."

Zhui was stunned for a moment, then she swung the King Sword in her hand, planting it firmly beside Wei Qi’s feet.

Yun Yang then felt the energy channel from Demon One cut off, but he didn't dwell on it. Offering a polite word of apology to Wei Qi, he charged forward with his sword.

After a brief clash, Wei Qi’s arm was sent flying by Yun Yang’s strike. This was expected; after all, Wei Qi was a soldier not yet thirty years old. His experience in melee combat was inferior even to Yun Yang’s, who had just been beaten by A-Tuo. If they were using firearms, eight Yun Yangs might not be a match for Wei Qi, but this was cold steel.

The two separated, and Yun Yang pointed his sword at Morgana. "He’s lost. Let the people go!"

"Oh? Wei Qi, have you lost?" Morgana raised an eyebrow, ignoring Yun Yang and asking Wei Qi directly.

Although Wei Qi desperately wanted to admit defeat, his demon genes, under Morgana’s command, forced the words to change as they reached his lips. "No, I haven't lost."

"Then continue." Morgana shot a provocative look at Yun Yang and said nonchalantly.

"Damn it!" Yun Yang cursed, realizing what Morgana was trying to do.

But with his back against the wall, he had no choice but to pick up his sword again and charge at Wei Qi. Having lost one arm, Wei Qi struggled to maintain his balance, and within two moves, he lost his other arm to Yun Yang.

Yun Yang repeated his demand to Morgana, and again, Wei Qi was forced to say he hadn't lost. Yun Yang finally understood: Morgana was forcing him to choose between the angels and Wei Qi.

Looking at the armless Wei Qi, Yun Yang didn't know if he was doing the right thing and turned a look of desperation toward Qiang Wei. Qiang Wei had no solution either, so she averted her gaze and yelled at Morgana, "Liang Bing! Wei Qi is my man. You’ve gone too far."

Morgana ignored her, speaking coldly, "Keep going. Why stop when the outcome hasn't been decided?"

Yun Yang looked down at the King Sword in his hand, unsure of what to do next. He wanted to save the angels because they protected Earth, but Wei Qi was also a soldier who cared for China. Regardless of his status, he was a comrade-in-arms. Severing two arms was the harshest thing he could bring himself to do.

Seeing Yun Yang bow his head, Wei Qi could guess what he was thinking—he was just conflicted. *Why is a grown man so indecisive? So spineless. If you won't choose, I’ll choose for you,* Wei Qi thought.

His eyes narrowed, and he lunged forward, closing the seven or eight meters to throw himself onto the tip of the blade.

Feeling the sword make contact, Yun Yang looked up in a panic to see Wei Qi with his chest pierced. As Wei Qi’s body began to sag, nearly split in two, Yun Yang hastily retracted the King Sword into his dark dimension.

As the sword vanished, Yun Yang caught Wei Qi’s falling body, instantly linking his gene engine to begin healing him.

"Alright... I’m dead," Wei Qi coughed weakly. He wanted to say he had lost, but he couldn't speak anymore, so he changed his strategy to "dead."

This terrified Yun Yang, who flew toward the medical bay while shouting, "Treatment! Get him treatment! He’s dying!"

Qiang Wei quickly retrieved the severed arms and used a wormhole to arrive at the medical bay, carefully placing them against Wei Qi’s stumps. Wei Qi, ignoring his own injuries, shouted from the medical pod, "Queen Morgana, I’m dying!"

Morgana looked at Wei Qi deeply and said, "Excellent. I didn't misjudge you. When China fades from the river of history, I will have gained another fearless warrior."

She then looked at Yun Yang. "You’re so soft-hearted. How will you protect my Qiang Wei when facing the gods?"

"That is my business," Yun Yang replied coldly.

"Heh, Wei Qi forfeits." Morgana’s laugh was filled with disdain for Yun Yang.

As she spoke, another angel was tossed by a demonic claw to Yun Yang’s side. Seeing this, Angel Leng prepared to act, the crimson glow of her Flame Sword betraying her intent. But Zhui held her back firmly. This was Demon One; acting out here would cost them their lives. The angels didn't care about their own safety, but they couldn't drag Yun Yang, their benefactor, down with them.

Unable to break free, Angel Leng pointed her sword at Morgana and shouted, "Morgana, show some respect!"

"Did you show us any respect? The moment you arrived, you started spewing nonsense and judging our appearance." Morgana glanced sideways at Angel Leng, dismissive.

"I... Hmph!" Angel Leng was silenced and could only offer a cold scoff.

"Alright, let’s begin the final round. A-Tai, if you lose, the guardian angel is gone," Morgana teased, patting A-Tai on the shoulder.

A-Tai said nothing, walking into the arena with his bare hands. He said to Yun Yang, "I want a guardian angel, but I have to beat you to get one. I’ve noticed your defense is tough, and with that sharp King Sword, I can't beat you. So, I’m going weaponless. Let’s fight with our fists. Once I’ve had my fill, I’ll concede."

"You’re a ruthless one," Yun Yang muttered, seeing A-Tai’s lack of weapons, and reluctantly sheathed his sword.

With the gunshot, the two began to brawl. That wasn't quite right, though—most of the time, Yun Yang was the one taking the hits, though he managed to seize opportunities. He ended up mounting A-Tai, hammering his face, as A-Tai was doing the same to him. Yun Yang felt A-Tai was just jealous of his good looks—after all, Angel Leng had already called them "ugly angels."

They brawled for nearly ten minutes before separating, breathless. A-Tai stepped back and sat on the ground. Immediately, demons rushed over with towels and water, massaging his legs, shoulders, and face; he didn't even have to lift a finger.

Yun Yang’s eye twitched. It seemed this guy had come prepared. This was likely the slowest battle of the day.

Just as Yun Yang was lost in thought, a fragrant breeze drifted by. Qiang Wei had arrived with the four newly released angels, all equipped with gear identical to the demons’, and they surrounded Yun Yang.

Now it was A-Tai’s eye that twitched. He threw his towel to the ground, strode to the center, and shouted at Yun Yang, "Kid, let’s continue. I’m in a foul mood."

"Haha, wait a second, let me wipe the sweat off," Yun Yang laughed, leaning toward the angel holding the towel and provoking A-Tai.

A-Tai cursed, crushing a piece of floor tile under his boot—it was infuriating. The angel ladies only drew swords on him, and he had to fight to even get a guardian angel, without even a guarantee of a pledge. Yet that kid had angels waiting on him hand and foot.

As Yun Yang stepped back into the arena, the brawling resumed, both of them focusing on each other's faces. Ten minutes later, they separated again. Just as Yun Yang began to strut over to enjoy the angels' service, he heard A-Tai call out from behind.

"Kid, continue."

Yun Yang turned to see A-Tai already beckoning him before he’d even put the towel down. Clearly, A-Tai didn't want him to enjoy any angelic service. What a spiteful, treacherous man.

Yun Yang had no choice but to take the towel, give a hasty wipe, and return to the fray. Before they began, he looked at A-Tai’s swollen face and asked, "Your face is swollen. Doesn't it hurt?"

As he spoke, he touched his own face, which was merely dirty but otherwise unscathed.

A-Tai was cursing internally but managed a smile. "It hurts. It only feels good when it hurts."

Well, Yun Yang had nothing to say to that.