DPM Chapter 7- Mozun Makes His Appearance Part 1
Translated by Snowfall77
At that moment, Wu Xingyun was feeling nervous himself. Watching the craft slowly lowering, he instinctually touched where his side where his weapon should have been. But his hand patted emptiness, bereft of his gun.
Shi Fei noticed Wu Xingyun’s movement and took out his own gun, handing it over to Wu Xingyun. “Soldier, you’ve got a nervous tic there about your weapon. Just don’t shoot at random, got it?”
Wu Xingyun gave Shi Fei a grateful look, and stood at attention: “Yes!”
As Wu Xingyun said that, he also saw two people outside walking towards the training ground.
Wen Nuo, of course Wu Xingyun recognized him. But the man behind Wen Nuo…That man’s presence made every soldier present tense up.
Even with no one giving them orders, the assembled soldiers buzzed amongst themselves and pointed the huge muzzles of their weapons at ‘the one’, their malevolent Mr. Right.
The man was wearing an plain shirt in an old-fashioned style, sauntering causally, apparently utterly unconcerned about the number of guns trained on him.
A lazy smile hung on his lips, and setting off his beautiful features was a pair of bottomless eyes, vast oceans one could sink into.
His hands casually stuffed in his pants’ pockets completed his indolent, heedless aura. Contrasting rather sharply with the high-strung atmosphere surrounding him.
Wen Nuo, marching by military precision, went to the podium. He reported to Shi Fei: “Sir. The Night Army envoy has been brought.”
Shi Fei nodded and indicted that Wen Nuo could retreat. Wen Nuo, however, deliberately played blind, saluting Shi Fei and going to stand beside Wu Xingyun.
Wu Xingyun, still wearing his helmet, took a long moment to scrutinize Mozun, the Galactic Federation’s number one enemy, the stuff of their collective nightmares. It was the first time Wu Xingyun had seen the Night Shard, his future husband, up so close.
Relatively young-looking, one would have thought he was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight. Mozun also wasn’t wearing his black leather coat that Wu Xingyun had seen on the hologram, which humanized him a little.
The corners of Mozun’s mouth still curved up casually, he spotted Shi Fei. Not bothering with any courteous preliminaries, Mozun asked Shi Fei: “I’m looking for my future wife. Have you cleaned him up, gotten him looking good for me?”
His voice wasn’t bellowing, but neither was it soft. Some soldiers near the podium heard Mozun, and outraged by his attitude and mildly insulting language, the soldiers involuntarily exclaimed: “Asshole! Go to hell!”
One particular solider, as he cried, “Drop dead!” fired his gun at the Night Shard.
Wu Xingyun, at the same moment, pulled out his gun, but belatedly remembering that Shi Fei had ordered no shooting. Wu Xingyun holstered the weapon.
The excited soldiers down below, however, Shi Fei wasn’t quick enough to stop them. Laser beams flew at Mozun, the night demon wearing no protective suiting.
Mozun didn’t dodge, didn’t look around, he just made an idle wave of his hands. And all the beams changed their direction. Straight to the foundation of the podium, immediately turning said podium into a pile of various sized pits and tunnels.
Then Mozun turned to gaze at the soldiers who had just shot at him, a languid expression still on his face.
The soldiers suddenly dropped their weapons, as they slowly started floating in mid-air, fighting the weight of their own bodies as they grabbed their stretched necks.
Wu Xingyun’s heart jumped in his chest. Mozun was very powerful, who didn’t know that. But Wu Xingyun hadn’t realized Mozun’s telepathic strength was that high.
The abilities Mozun demonstrated, using mental waves to generate a magnetic field and suspending people, the Federation could also achieve. They merely had to use at least three spiritual masters cooperating together and an energy field magnifier instrument.
And the haunting Mozun could do such things just by looking. No wonder Shi Fei had said no shooting, Wu Xingyun thought.
In close combat, who could qualify as Mozun’s opponent?
DPM Chapter 7- Mozun Makes His Appearance Part 1
Translated by Snowfall77
At that moment, Wu Xingyun was feeling nervous himself. Watching the craft slowly lowering, he instinctually touched where his side where his weapon should have been. But his hand patted emptiness, bereft of his gun.
Shi Fei noticed Wu Xingyun’s movement and took out his own gun, handing it over to Wu Xingyun. “Soldier, you’ve got a nervous tic there about your weapon. Just don’t shoot at random, got it?”
Wu Xingyun gave Shi Fei a grateful look, and stood at attention: “Yes!”
As Wu Xingyun said that, he also saw two people outside walking towards the training ground.
Wen Nuo, of course Wu Xingyun recognized him. But the man behind Wen Nuo…That man’s presence made every soldier present tense up.
Even with no one giving them orders, the assembled soldiers buzzed amongst themselves and pointed the huge muzzles of their weapons at ‘the one’, their malevolent Mr. Right.
The man was wearing an plain shirt in an old-fashioned style, sauntering causally, apparently utterly unconcerned about the number of guns trained on him.
A lazy smile hung on his lips, and setting off his beautiful features was a pair of bottomless eyes, vast oceans one could sink into.
His hands casually stuffed in his pants’ pockets completed his indolent, heedless aura. Contrasting rather sharply with the high-strung atmosphere surrounding him.
Wen Nuo, marching by military precision, went to the podium. He reported to Shi Fei: “Sir. The Night Army envoy has been brought.”
Shi Fei nodded and indicted that Wen Nuo could retreat. Wen Nuo, however, deliberately played blind, saluting Shi Fei and going to stand beside Wu Xingyun.
Wu Xingyun, still wearing his helmet, took a long moment to scrutinize Mozun, the Galactic Federation’s number one enemy, the stuff of their collective nightmares. It was the first time Wu Xingyun had seen the Night Shard, his future husband, up so close.
Relatively young-looking, one would have thought he was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight. Mozun also wasn’t wearing his black leather coat that Wu Xingyun had seen on the hologram, which humanized him a little.
The corners of Mozun’s mouth still curved up casually, he spotted Shi Fei. Not bothering with any courteous preliminaries, Mozun asked Shi Fei: “I’m looking for my future wife. Have you cleaned him up, gotten him looking good for me?”
His voice wasn’t bellowing, but neither was it soft. Some soldiers near the podium heard Mozun, and outraged by his attitude and mildly insulting language, the soldiers involuntarily exclaimed: “Asshole! Go to hell!”
One particular solider, as he cried, “Drop dead!” fired his gun at the Night Shard.
Wu Xingyun, at the same moment, pulled out his gun, but belatedly remembering that Shi Fei had ordered no shooting. Wu Xingyun holstered the weapon.
The excited soldiers down below, however, Shi Fei wasn’t quick enough to stop them. Laser beams flew at Mozun, the night demon wearing no protective suiting.
Mozun didn’t dodge, didn’t look around, he just made an idle wave of his hands. And all the beams changed their direction. Straight to the foundation of the podium, immediately turning said podium into a pile of various sized pits and tunnels.
Then Mozun turned to gaze at the soldiers who had just shot at him, a languid expression still on his face.
The soldiers suddenly dropped their weapons, as they slowly started floating in mid-air, fighting the weight of their own bodies as they grabbed their stretched necks.
Wu Xingyun’s heart jumped in his chest. Mozun was very powerful, who didn’t know that. But Wu Xingyun hadn’t realized Mozun’s telepathic strength was that high.
The abilities Mozun demonstrated, using mental waves to generate a magnetic field and suspending people, the Federation could also achieve. They merely had to use at least three spiritual masters cooperating together and an energy field magnifier instrument.
And the haunting Mozun could do such things just by looking. No wonder Shi Fei had said no shooting, Wu Xingyun thought.
In close combat, who could qualify as Mozun’s opponent?
