Genshin Impact: The Road to Reversal

Chapter 574 More Reckless Adventures?

He deliberately dragged out the last syllable, the threat obvious.

Claire bit her lower lip, looking at the child's terrified face, and slowly released her grip, the scythe disappearing with the flames.

The samurai smiled with satisfaction: "Very good, it seems you know what's good for you. Well then... let's continue!"

He charged again, sword raised. This time, Clementine was unarmed and could only barely parry and dodge with her agility and bare hands. The samurai's attacks became even more unrestrained; the blade grazed her clothes several times, yet she remained unharmed.

"Miss Claire!" Zhao Heng was anxious and gripped his spear, wanting to step forward, but was coldly stopped by Harklow and several sword-wielding warriors.

"If you don't want these brats to die right now, you'd better stay put!" Harklow said, frowning.

He was already dissatisfied with the samurai's decisions, but given the current situation, he could only be more cautious.

Zhao Heng glared angrily, but could only suppress his impulse.

In the corner, Zixuan's heart was in her throat. She was very close to the kidnapped children, but the guarding warriors remained vigilant. She had to wait for the perfect opportunity.

In the arena, the samurai continued to swing his sword, but Clementine, after throwing down her scythe, moved with surprising speed. Several times she dodged the attacks and then, taking advantage of the samurai's unpreparedness, kicked him right in the groin.

She didn't suffer any new injuries; instead, the samurai was forced into a somewhat disheveled state by her agile footwork and precise counterattacks.

"Is that all you've got?" Claire sneered as she dodged, but her eyes kept a sliver of light on the children's location.

"Damn it!" he roared, "If you dare to move again, I'll widow this kid right now, you believe me!"

"What's going on? If you're bad at the game, practice more. If you can't handle losing, don't play, okay?"

"That's it!"

The guards shouted in unison, filled with righteous indignation. But as the blade drew closer to the child's neck, everyone fell silent.

"Shut up, all of you! If you don't want these little guys to die, you'd better stay here and keep a close eye on them!"

The samurai roared viciously, pressing the blade deeper into the child's neck. The child trembled with pain, tears streaming down his face, but he bit his lip tightly, daring not to cry out.

The surrounding security guards and Zhao Heng were furious, but they were afraid to act rashly and could only suppress their anger.

Clementine's heart clenched, and her movements inevitably faltered for a moment.

Just at this moment!

"Fall down!"

The moment the blade fell, Clementine frowned, flames erupted from her palm again, transforming into a scythe. With a swift swing, she knocked the sword from the samurai's hand.

"What?" The samurai, who had dropped his weapon, staggered back several steps. "You dare to break the rules? Aren't you afraid I'll kill this little brat?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a series of crisp footsteps came from behind him. He turned around and saw that Zixuan had been standing behind him at some point, while the wandering warriors seemed to be frozen in place, not moving an inch.

"Heh, no way, uncle, you don't really think you can control everything forever, do you?" Zixuan said sarcastically, keeping all the children behind her.

"How could this be? When did this happen...?" Harklow looked at her incredulously, then looked back at where he had been standing.

Her figure remained standing in the same spot, her worried expression unchanged. Then, like a reflection in water, her figure vanished into a pale green mist.

"Illusion?" Harklow exclaimed.

He finally understood that from the beginning, Clementine had never intended to follow the rules of the samurai. She only agreed to it as a formality to avoid suspicion and allow her companions to secretly seek opportunities.

But what's strange is, how exactly did she manage to render all the ronin powerless? Even if she managed to save one of them, the others would surely react as well.

"What are you lot doing? Kill her right now!" the samurai roared, but the ronin remained motionless.

Seeing this, Zixuan smiled slightly: "Save your breath. This is my specially made stiffening potion, which is designed for adults. Once it is absorbed into the air, it will cause the muscles in the whole body to stiffen within three seconds. The person will be conscious but unable to move. The effect will last for about fifteen minutes, but that's enough to deal with you."

Zhao Heng smiled slightly from a distance: "As expected of the 'Purple Apple,' the culinary team's annihilation incident back then was due to this potion, wasn't it?"

Zi Xuan stomped her right foot hard: "Everyone said that was an accident!"

Claire pointed her scythe at the samurai: "Now, you are the one who should surrender."

The samurai looked around, and in an instant, all the guards surrounded him.

"Damn it, how could I..."

He clenched his left hand tightly, then drew another knife and charged forward menacingly.

Seeing this, Clementine did not back down. She spun her scythe to block the attack, swung her arm, and kicked him away with a powerful kick.

The samurai crashed heavily against the cold lab bench, shattering the lab equipment on either side. Then, he saw the black iron bucket on his right.

"You've lost, stop putting up a futile resistance!" Clementine walked towards him, scythe in hand.

The samurai, supporting himself against the iron bucket, slowly rose to his feet, letting out a cold laugh: "Heh heh heh... Lose? I don't think so."

As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed the iron bucket and threw it at Clementine.

Without a second thought, Claire swung her scythe and instantly split the iron bucket in two. At that moment, the liquid inside spilled out, soaking her entire body.

"Miss Claire!" Everyone exclaimed in surprise.

"What is this...?" Claire looked at the liquid on her body, puzzled.

It was a viscous, dark purple liquid with a pungent chemical odor, now flowing down her hair, cheeks, and armor. The moment it touched her skin, a slight burning and numbing sensation followed.

"Hahahaha!" the samurai roared with laughter. "Enjoy the concentrated essence of 'Black Death'!"

After saying that, he pressed the button next to him and swung his knife, slicing through the mechanism behind him.

The moment the mechanism was broken, the glass incubation chamber embedded in the wall shattered, and the pale purple mist sealed inside surged out, the vapors of which were exactly the same as the original liquid on Clementine's body.

"Oh no, he wants to destroy us all!" Zhao Heng exclaimed anxiously.

In an instant, Zixuan sensed something was wrong and quickly waved her magic wand, using the Poison Spirit Token to create a barrier, trying her best to protect herself, the guards, and the children behind her.

"Everyone, gather around here!" she shouted.

"Hahahaha!" the samurai laughed heartily. "So what if you're a paladin? The experiment with the 'Black Death' strain isn't entirely successful yet, but such a concentrated gas is enough to bury all life here. Now what do you have to fight me with?"

"With so many people accompanying me on my search before I die, isn't that a kind of... victory!"

His armor corroded rapidly under the poisonous gas. The moment he finished speaking, his body instantly turned into pus and dissolved in the gas, leaving only a string of maniacal laughter echoing in the laboratory, so jarring it made one's teeth ache.