# 1008
Chapter 1009: Accidental Killing
The three "Mysticals" engaged in battle with Chen Han sensed this new wave of terrifying aura. They all stopped simultaneously, turning to stare at the Demon Ape in surprise.
The shadowy figure beneath the streetlamp tilted his head up slightly, a faint smile playing at his lips as he lowered his hat, wearing an expression of someone preparing to enjoy the show.
After all, with Shao Pingge gone, order in Shangjing City had completely collapsed. Once this brand-new "Klein"-level "Mystical" descended, it certainly wouldn't be dragged into some dream dimension to be "educated" like they once were, then obediently abide by the rules of this place, suppressed by authority.
It was like an aggressive outsider. Its arrival would inevitably throw Shangjing City into chaos and consume much of Chen Han's attention.
At this moment, in the hearts of those three "Mysticals," the Demon Ape had become a reckless pioneer charging ahead.
In Chen Han's eyes, a flicker of despair flashed.
He alone had been fighting three "Kleins" while maintaining a show of strength, already pushed to his limits. Now, with such a ferocious "Klein" descending, it had pushed him to the brink of utter destruction.
A bitter smile formed at the corners of his mouth.
The scepter of command over Shangjing City, passed from Shao Pingge's hands... in the end, he had failed to grasp it.
He was simply too young.
From becoming the agent of the Emperor of Fengdu to now—less than two years. To have grown to this level in such a short time was more than enough to be called a peerless genius. Had he been given another year, taking Shao Pingge's place as the captain of Shangjing City, suppressing the many "Mysticals"—it wouldn't have been a difficult task at all...
But reality had not granted him that much time.
Chen Han stood in the snow, his eyes locked on the massive silhouette of the charging Demon Ape. His right hand gripping the Straight Blade grew tighter and tighter.
He drew a deep breath, then slowly exhaled. A resolute glint flashed in his eyes.
Since things had come to this point, there was no retreat left for him. Even if he couldn't become the captain of Shangjing City, at the very least, he had to clean up this mess he had created.
In the snow, Chen Han, draped in his military coat, sprinted toward the Demon Ape's massive form with blade drawn.
The Demon Ape, seeing Chen Han charge directly at it, squinted its dazzling golden eyes. It tossed the Pencil Fairy's corpse aside like discarding garbage, then raised its thick right arm, bringing it down with tremendous force toward the rapidly approaching Chen Han!
A savage roar erupted from its throat. In an instant, the wind and clouds churned, its momentum peerless.
The three "Mysticals" off to the side, witnessing such momentum, felt secret delight.
From the looks of it, even if this Demon Ape couldn't kill Chen Han, it should at least deplete a portion of his strength. Then the three of them could strike together and finally break free from this Shangjing prison, regaining their freedom.
In Chen Han's eyes, killing intent flickered coldly.
BOOM—!!
The Straight Blade and the Demon Ape's fist collided heavily. Howling winds swept outward, shattering most of the snowflakes swirling through the air.
After the brief collision, the Demon Ape's massive body seemed to shudder as if wounded by Chen Han's blade energy. Its thick right arm veered off its original trajectory, crashing toward the other side of the street.
There, the ever-optimistic "Mystical" that had been secretly watching the battle with delight suddenly froze.
BOOM—!!
The Demon Ape's fist, deflected by Chen Han's blade, happened—quite coincidentally—to slam into the area where the Tumbler stood. A deafening roar echoed as dust and debris surged outward.
The earth cracked. The Tumbler's body was punched into the ground, like some artwork embedded in cement. On the Tumbler's painted surface, the man's smiling嘴角, somewhat僵硬.
Tumbler: ...?
The Demon Ape's fist slowly lifted from the earth. Those cold golden eyes gave the Tumbler "Mystical" one indifferent glance before casually looking away.
But in that instant, the Tumbler "Mystical" suddenly felt as though it had understood the meaning behind that gaze.
It was saying,
"Sorry. Friendly fire. Watch your positioning next time."
The Tumbler lay dazed in the earth. In those painted eyes of the man, there was inexplicable grievance and confusion.
On the other side, Chen Han, the "culprit," looked at the blade in his hand, then at the massive Demon Ape before him. Bewilderment flickered in his eyes...
What just happened?
When he had clashed with the Demon Ape moments ago, he had indeed sensed the terrifying power within the creature. But the next instant, that power had been deliberately suppressed, then curved at a strange angle, sending a fist slamming into the Tumbler "Mystical."
The key point was—he hadn't even deflected his blade in that direction!
Coincidence?
Was this Demon Ape not actually as powerful as imagined?
Chen Han had no time to think further. The Demon Ape let out a furious roar, raising its right foot to smash down upon his head like a falling mountain.
The churning demon qi rapidly closed in. Chen Han gritted his teeth, his figure vanishing in an instant. He shot past the Demon Ape's feet, leaping up, his Straight Blade accurately slicing toward the Demon Ape's back.
But before the blade edge could even make contact, the Demon Ape let out a mournful shriek as if already struck. Its massive body lost balance, its head plunging earthward.
The Tumbler, having barely crawled out of the fist crater, gaped.
BOOM—!!
Another thunderous crash. The Tumbler, along with the ground beneath it, was smashed into a deep pit by the Demon Ape's headbutt.
The earth quivered. Thick smoke billowed upward.
In the depression.
The Tumbler, buried deep by the Demon Ape's headfirst strike, felt a fury burning in its heart. Its form shifted into a streak of light, directly slamming into the Demon Ape's close-at-hand head.
The Demon Ape's brow raised. A hint of amusement flickered in those golden eyes.
You're the one who started it, you know?
Watching that streak of light hurtle toward itself, the Demon Ape suddenly opened its grotesque maw. A terrifying wave of demon qi swept forth as it clamped down with its fangs on the incoming Tumbler, trapping it completely. No matter how hard it struggled, it couldn't break free in the slightest.
The two-meter-tall Tumbler "Mystical" was, at this moment, roughly the size of a jellybean in the Demon Ape's mouth.
The Demon Ape slowly rose from the deep pit, the Tumbler's body dangling from its jaws. It let out a low growl, then viciously chewed the Tumbler to pieces.
*CRUNCH, CRUNCH!*
The Tumbler's body, under the Demon Ape's monstrous strength and sharp fangs, was crushed into fragments. Then,裹着大量的妖魔之气, the Demon Ape casually spat it onto the roadside.
Like spitting out an annoying piece of gum.
The two remaining "Mysticals" nearby were somewhat stunned.
You two are fighting—how did you accidentally kill a watching "Mystical"?
Chen Han stood frozen on the spot, his face full of disbelief.
He knew very well—he hadn't even touched the Demon Ape with that strike!
As he hesitated over whether to continue attacking the Demon Ape, the beast roared again, charging directly at him. Its feet stomped the ground, causing subtle tremors. Its expression murderous, its momentum peerless.
Chen Han leaped instinctively, swinging his blade at the Demon Ape's incoming fist. But in that critical moment, the Demon Ape's body shifted imperceptibly, guiding his blade edge past its fist and driving it directly into the Demon Ape's heart.
The Demon Ape's body froze mid-air.
Chen Han: ?????