Boonie Bears: Another World Fantasy

Na Ling —

Sharp watched as the flowing energy gradually boiled up in his palm... and then, it exploded completely.

The nearby woods were completely leveled, leaving a large clearing. Yevkov and the others were forced to retreat by the force of this attack, which was comparable to the power of the Golden Antlers. It was like detonating a bomb, catching even Sharp off guard.

Is it because of Mavia?

Not long ago, her nonchalant demeanor as she broke through the formation when facing Lefève was deeply etched into Sharp's mind. Such an incredibly powerful being had actually chosen to let him bear this terrifying force. Sharp didn't know whether he should feel fortunate or filled with fear.

"You must hold it in, I should be able to help you stop the bleeding." Sharp rushed to Naling's side, looking flustered. He was trying his best to create a new "little sun".

Just before the light was about to burst forth, Ye Man'er's momentary hesitation unexpectedly gave Na Ling a glimmer of hope. Although she was never the indecisive type, when faced with this almost insurmountable personal relationship, her expression still seemed more reluctant and resolute than usual.

"You almost got stabbed to death by her just now," Sharp complained as he continuously poured streams of energy into Naling's wound. With his movements, the torn flesh and tissue were rapidly healing together at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Na Ling remained silent, gazing at Sharp's busy movements on her body with an unfathomable intensity. A strange emotion flickered within her, like a faint flame. She had thought she had weathered many storms and would never experience such delicate emotional fluctuations again. But now, it seemed she too could feel this shyness...

"It's incredibly reckless to insist on personally getting involved when things can be easily resolved remotely," Ye Weike muttered to Ye Man'er beside him, his face contorted with dissatisfaction.

"Show some respect to your sister, don't be so rude." A cold voice came from behind, seemingly out of nowhere, as Yi Tong, her wounds healed, quietly emerged from behind the battle lines. Deeper within the flames, however, stood a towering shadow, as large as a mountain.

Upon seeing him appear, Ye Weike's heart tightened suddenly, and he unconsciously stopped what he was doing, afraid that the slightest movement would anger the other party. He had no choice but to stand obediently to the side.

Fanny and Alston exchanged a glance and made way for him, clearing the way for him.

The embers on the ground were mercilessly extinguished. Sharp and the others also clearly sensed something was wrong, and an inexplicable sense of oppression enveloped their hearts.

“Mus…” Na Ling gritted her teeth, forcefully supporting Sharp’s shoulder as she stood up, her eyes flashing with countless ruthless rage.

The hatred grew like a snowball, eventually exploding completely in her heart...

In an instant, Mus emerged from the flames, carrying a scorching aura, and slowly approached.

“I know what it feels like to lose a loved one.” Moose looked at Sharp, and after a long while, slowly raised his head: “It means that countless beautiful moments spent with loved ones are about to vanish. And you will have to spend the rest of your life trying to heal that wound… It may gradually shrink with the passage of time, but it will never completely close. The pain will be ever-present, accompanying you through every moment of the rest of your life.”

Then, Mus's gaze fell heavily on Na Ling, his tone full of disdain: "In the end, you couldn't escape the arrangement of fate. You followed in the footsteps of those people, abandoning your own incomparably noble bloodline and willingly choosing to please a group of lowly and humble people."

“At least I’m much happier and freer now than I was with that unreasonable, autocratic tyrant… no longer bound by the cold shackles of royalty,” Naling retorted.

Mus realized that continuing to argue about this issue would not yield any results, so he decisively shifted the focus back to Sharp.

“Every time we meet, it doesn’t go smoothly, Sharp. Will you cherish this opportunity this time?” He said, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Of course I will—cherish this once-in-a-lifetime, one-of-a-kind opportunity to smash your despicable head in one go!" Sharp was filled with uncontrollable rage, almost overwhelming his reason. Moose's faint smile kept reminding him… Naya's death was an absolutely unforgivable crime!

Moose turned to Sharp, wanting to see what kind of horrified, desperate, and remorseful reaction the excited young man would show when he saw his bloodied and mangled companion.

Following instructions, Fanny reluctantly dragged Zhao Lin out and pulled the battered and bruised woman in front of Musk. Musk gripped her head tightly with one hand, holding the unyielding reporter like a toy in his hand.

"Did you come here by yourself," he said seriously, "or did you watch as I crushed the head of your close journalist friend?"

Only now did Sharp suddenly feel as if he had been doused with cold water, and he suddenly remembered Zhao Lin's whereabouts. Ever since the attack, her whereabouts had been unknown...

"Zhao Lin—" Na Ling called softly as she looked at Zhao Lin, who was being tortured to the point of wishing she were dead.

Sharp's eyes were filled with pain and self-blame. The clanging of the chains became a death knell, striking his heart with each beat.

She was on her deathbed.

Zhao Lin mustered her last strength, spitting out the blood from her mouth, her face still bearing that forced apologetic smile: "I... I really shouldn't have run around like that." She said softly, her voice slightly hoarse.

At this moment, they are at a complete disadvantage; whatever they do is already planned by the other side.

Seeing that Sharp hadn't acted, Mus didn't wait any longer. He bent down and placed his hand on Zhao Lin's cheek. The moment his hand touched Zhao Lin's head, the flowing energy from the golden antlers instantly flashed. Then, it all seeped into Zhao Lin's skin.

Zhao Lin still couldn't help but scream; the burning pain was even more unbearable for her.

"Stop!" Sharp could no longer bear to watch this horrific scene continue. He roared and had no choice but to give in.

Mus paused for a moment, then stopped torturing Zhao Lin. He then waited expectantly for Sharp to offer the most perfect terms.

“Let her go, and I’ll go with you.” Ignoring Naling’s strong objections, Sharp took a few steps forward and confronted Mus alone.

Mus raised an eyebrow coldly.

Sharp turned around, his eyes, reflecting the raging fire, revealing a deep helplessness, a fleeting glimpse concealing countless struggles. Na Ling's words reached her lips, but remained stuck in her throat, ultimately unable to be uttered.

The hand that had been raised to try and hold him back immediately fell back down...

"Haven't you always wanted to catch me? Let her go first!" Seeing that Mus remained unmoved, Sharp could no longer control his emotions and began to pressure him. Only by taking such an extreme approach could he perhaps gain even the slightest chance, even if it was just a sliver of hope.

Under the astonished gazes of the knights, Mus untied the iron chains binding Zhao Lin and led her, who was already in a semi-conscious state, step by step to Sharp. His tall figure loomed over Sharp like a dark cloud, and Zhao Lin looked utterly wretched. If this continued, it would likely waste precious time meant for her best medical treatment.

Sharp finally hardened his heart. Seeing Mus shove Zhao Lin away, Na Ling, who had been waiting behind him, caught her with her agile movements. Correspondingly, Sharp's arms were also bound, the heavy chains restricting his movement. Despite a strong inner struggle, in order to ensure Na Ling and the others' safe departure, Sharp ultimately chose to submit and give up resistance.

"Tell your men not to have any ulterior motives, or you'll regret it," he warned, emphasizing each word.

“I knew it, you ultimately succumbed to this despicable nature…” Mus firmly restrained Sharp’s nape and brought this trophy before the Templars. “With you here, do you think I’m afraid they won’t obediently come to me?”

Sharp glared at Mus, his humiliation and resentment making him want to curse, but before he could utter a sound, Uli stepped forward and quickly sealed his mouth, giving him no chance to resist.

"Yitong, it's time to send your precious baby out to collect the bodies of the rest..."