–Lü… Xinjun.–
Zhao Yun, whose arm had just been reattached by a gentle woman with a temperament akin to Zhou Chan, clenched his fingers on the black cherry long spear, making them crackle.
In the short time he had returned to heal his wounds, Lü Xinjun was assassinated.
The adversary employed unbelievable stealth techniques to split the Enightmare satellite, then used that woman, capable of long-distance teleportation, to execute a feint assassination.
Finally, amidst Lü Xinjun’s anger and the relaxation following the assassination, the traitor, who had been lurking by his side all along, used his own severed arm as a weapon to complete the fatal strike, killing him with a single blow.
Zhou Heng was already dead. He didn’t know who was orchestrating this command ability, more perilous and terrifying than Zhou Heng’s, like walking a tightrope.
–That one named Li Mi? Or his actor superior?–
On the side of the Monster Hunters Alliance lurked a madman who showed no regard for the risk of failure!
–Lü Bu!– The floor thudded with an explosive sound. Zhao Yun, fuming with frustration, stood up from the stone bed, leaning on his spear.
Zhou Diao straightened up, gazing at his shocked and furious expression:
–Your hand won’t fully heal for a few more months. Don’t fight any longer. Wait for the competition to end.–
Zhao Yun abruptly turned his head, his gaze brimming with a tangible fighting spirit. Zhou Diao looked back at him with a gentle gaze, showing no sign of yielding.
–Little Red Riding Hood!–
In the corner of this room, a ruin of the Magic Tooth, a golden-haired, blue-eyed girl stood up, wearing a small red soft hat.
–Give me Lü Bu’s hat.-
–It’s useless. Even if you face that kind of zero-virtual weapon, you’ll still be crushed.-
–I said give it to me!-
Shrugging, the girl walked over and tossed him a new peaked cap.
Zhao Yun took off the hat on his head and put on the new one.
[I have obtained a new –second cranial roof.- Protective coverage for vital organs has increased. Newly protected organs today: heart, lungs, small intestine.]
–Great. In addition to the brain, three new parts have been added.-
Zhao Yun turned his head. A seventeen- or eighteen-year-old youth with brown skin was squatting with his arms around his knees, leaning against the wall.
–Pino, give me all your Xuling Chronos.–
–I don’t have much.–
–Then you can go keep Lü Bu company.– Zhao Yun immediately grasped his spear without hesitation.
[Cao Pino wants to perform a Pro-Invest for me.]
[Cao Pino invests 13,000N of Xuling Chronos for me.]
–This is what I’ve been saving for a very, very long time. This is all I have.–
This time, the brown-skinned youth wasn’t lying. With his pitifully low Xuling Chronos conversion rate, the fact that he had accumulated this much was entirely thanks to the Xiongying Group.
Beside a mound of dirt more than twenty meters away in the grinding room, a man stared at Zhao Yun.
–Zhao Yun, what do you think you’re doing? Lü Bu is dead, his Fangtian Halberd has found a new master. The Xiongying Group can’t afford to lose another powerful fighter!-
Zhao Yun closed his eyes, took two slow breaths, and let out a long sigh through his nose.
–It is said that the first president named it Xiongying because he was inspired by some information. I believe that inspiration is the grinding wheel beneath our feet.-
Zhao Yun straightened his back and raised his head, opening his tiger-like eyes as his aura slowly swelled and expanded outward.
–It is time to let Xiongying return to Xiongying, Lord Zilong!-
A towering, floating humanoid form unfolded from his body, like a colossal god.
The figure opened its eyes, resembling the glow of sunset clouds.
[I invest in Lord Zilong’s Void Zero Chronos13000N]
[I invest 9999N for Lord Zilong.]
–Yang Zicang, Shao Min, and that so-called headquarters…-
Thump! Zhao Yun adjusted his grip lower on the spear, then, under Zhou Diao’s anxious gaze, lifted the spear and strode quickly out of the stone gate.
……
Inside the final grinding tooth group outside the Demon Throat Hall.
Cheng Yunze, who was nearly climbing to the topmost layer of this grinding wheel set, frowned slightly.
–Lü Bu actually died at the hands of an insignificant nobody.-
–Even that powerful satellite has changed hands, and the situation in City 41 has reversed overnight.-
Wang Chun in the team said, –Captain, the brothers monitoring the Xiongying Group report that Zhao Yun has gone to our core wheel set. I think he’s going to snipe Yang Zicang.-
Cheng Yunze glanced at his Skull Moon Angel, then rubbed his chin in contemplation:
–At that moment, even though I cut off his arm, this Zhao Yun wasn’t flustered at all—instead, his killing intent grew stronger. Hah, I really hope Yang Zicang hurries up; maybe we’ll still get to watch a good show.-
Cheng Yunze seemed to think of something: –Wait, what is Hong Haocheng doing?-
The people around were confused for a moment.
Wu Yun, standing at the edge of the group, released red Moxel. After a few seconds, he turned his head, the corners of his eyes twitching slightly, and said:
–He’s leading the team to attack our core wheel set.-
–He!- Cheng Yunze’s voice shot up. He paused for two seconds, then forced it down and took a slow breath.
–Fine, fine, fine. He’s actually learned something—knows how to work as a team now.-
The people around were about to say something, but Cheng Yunze added impatiently: –Quick, tell him to scram. Don’t get in Zhao Yun’s way.-
Bai Xiaoshou glanced at Wu Yun, who was about to contact Hong Haocheng, and advised:
–Tell Haocheng why. Otherwise, that guy won’t listen to you.-
……
Everyone disembarked.
With Yang Zicang around, their progress on the grinding wheel set outside the Demon Throat Hall was incredibly fast.
–Too bad the Enightmare train can’t get in here.-
–Only a true symbiotic Enightmare can do that, right?-
–We’re already better off than most people. Let’s speed up, everyone.-
Groups of flame-wielding demon wolves charged directly out of the colliding room. The monsters here could even run out of the demon tooth rooms. If this were an ordinary team, they would likely be thrown into a fierce battle right after clearing one room.
–Did you hear? Someone has entered the main hall through a secret door again.-
On the channel, anxious voices buzzed.
–Master Zicang, why did you design so many secret doors!-
People from headquarters around him looked at Yang Zicang, who said helplessly:
–I didn’t design those lottery secret doors. Someone else must have added them.-
Shao Min, acting as an information receiver, added, –Master Zicang, that guy who stole your core items is currently fighting with our city’s ‘Sky Rider Squad’ and ‘Vanguard Group’ over the key to the final hall on their side.-
It was Hong Haocheng. Yang Zicang walked forward and asked:
–How’s that kid doing?-
–Well, I suppose only someone capable of lifting six cores from you could pull it off, haha.-
Shao Min had just laughed twice when his expression shifted. –Zhao Yun has gone through a secret door!-
–What?- Yang Zicang’s heart clenched.
The death omen for Morri could be detected the furthest in advance.
He had always feared that, in the next second, Morri might die. Now, that fear had thickened until his heart pounded—unable to distinguish premonition from wild thought.
–That accompanying Enightmare behind Zhao Yun is so strange—it’s actually a cloud of gas!-
–Whoa, the second he entered, he instantly killed that person with over ten thousand years of Chronos!-
Shao Min exclaimed in surprise:
–Master Zicang, Zhao Yun’s companion Enightmare can transform into a gaseous giant as tall as a three-story building and even condense weapons. I’ve never seen anything like it appear before.-
Yang Zicang was extremely flustered. If Zhao Yun was indeed the strongest fighter in the Xiongying Group—a king on land—then the greatest threat to Morri right now was probably not Cheng Yunze and the others, but him!
The Moxel on Yang Zicang’s chest spread again.
[Has anyone found Morri?]
{No.}
{Great God Yang, maybe he didn’t come? Or did he enter a deeper wheel group?}
Su’e, with her hair tied behind her head, showed a worried expression.
She desperately wanted to help the man who had saved her life from the Xiongying Group.
–Brother Zicang, could Mr. Morri have already entered the Demon Throat Palace?-
–It shouldn’t be that fast. He’s just one person.-
……
In the core wheel group hall of City 23.
A chaotic battle was raging inside the hall between members of two cities—teams against teams.
The Enightmare guarding the key was instead being ignored by everyone.
As soon as Zhao Yun entered, Ziyun Jun punched and shattered the person who came slashing with bloodshot eyes.
Hong Haocheng kicked away the man from City 41 who had a silk scarf wrapped around his head and was riding a motorcycle, then turned and shouted:
–Are you Zhao Yun? Cheng Yunze told me to let you off. Go take the key and open the door. And remember to teach Yang Zicang a good lesson for me.-
Zhao Yun, who was walking toward the monster guarding the formation’s eye, paused slightly and turned to look at Hong Haocheng, who didn’t seem to be joking.
The gaseous humanoid also looked at Hong Haocheng.
{He says he’ll let me off. Good. That completely ignites my fighting spirit.}
In his mist form, Lord Zilong took a single step and instantly stood ten meters away, hurling a fist downward at Hong Haocheng with tremendous speed.
[The Parity Lake Sword declares: it is now an even number.]
Hong Haocheng spun around, swinging his sword upward just as the fist closed in…
[The Parity Lake Sword declares: it is now an odd number.]
Behind Hong Haocheng, someone rushed in for a sneak attack.
The long sword, radiating aura fluctuations, stabbed into Lord Zilong’s fist, but only fifteen hundred of the three thousand Chronos damage was dealt.
Boom! One of Lord Zilong’s fingers snapped outward, and Hong Haocheng was sent flying like he’d been struck by a high-speed steel beam, crashing into the person behind him. The two of them clattered and tumbled, knocking down several others.
–Worthless.- Zhao Yun let out a cold snort, then turned and walked toward the monster.
Lord Zilong’s figure followed close behind him. The stench from the monster ahead, which looked like a pile of garbage, was neutralized by Lord Zilong’s gaseous state. The fierce battle began shortly.
Suddenly, Zhao Yun turned and saw a figure with spiky short hair, like a little leopard, charging toward him at full speed.
–You’re looking for death!-
Seeing those cold eyes fixed on him, Zhao Yun was suddenly enraged.
Spear against silver sword.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The two traded blows rapidly.
–Haocheng, fight on!- someone called out in a brief lull.
–This Zhao Yun is from City 41 and is on par with Yang Zicang. Be careful!-
–This is exactly what I want!- Hong Haocheng launched a frenzied assault on the man said to be a match for Yang Zicang. –I want to see just how big the gap is between Yang Zicang and me!-
After a few thrusts, Zhao Yun realized his teenage opponent was fighting almost purely on instinct—his moves rigid and exhausted in less than twenty exchanges. Having gauged the other’s limit, Zhao Yun smirked coldly.
With one arm holding the spear horizontally to block the sword blade, Zhao Yun suddenly lashed out with a kick; Hong Haocheng twisted away to dodge, but at the same time—
–Explosive Dragon Roar!-
Boom! The spear’s shadow instantly lengthened, and a spear formed of air punched into Hong Haocheng’s chest!
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