Chapter 115: Kill them all, and you

Over the wasteland, a dark curtain obscured the sky.

That pitch-black barrier resembled an inverted bowl, completely sealing off the five-kilometer expanse of earth and sky.

Wild winds howled, spreading an aura of deadly slaughter.

Facing the encirclement of five elite warriors above level 80, Xu Wenchang showed not the slightest panic.

He stood still, hands hanging naturally at his sides.

Dark gold 【Shaking Heaven Dragon God Gauntlets】 materialized upon his fists, as if two slumbering dragons were awakening.

"Xu Wenchang! Die!"

A burly vice-chairman roared and struck first.

His massive axe swung down toward Xu Wenchang's skull.

Two other vice-chairmen followed immediately.

One on the left, one on the right, they unleashed their strongest killing techniques, attempting to seal off every possible escape route.

Though they had heard of the fame of "Dragon Fist,"

they had never seen it with their own eyes, and besides, they held a numerical advantage.

Yet—

Xu Wenchang lifted a sneering smile.

"Paper tigers and clay dogs."

Four words were softly spoken.

The next instant,

BOOM—!!!

No one saw how he threw his punch.

Only a deafening explosion shook heaven and earth.

The vice-chairman with the axe, still mid-air, was struck as if hit head-on by a ten-thousand-ton dump truck.

His body instantly shattered into a mist of blood.

Immediately after,

THUD! THUD!

Two more muffled impacts.

The two vice-chairmen flanking him hadn't even registered what happened before their chests caved inward.

Both were blasted backward, crashing into rocks a kilometer away, alive or dead, unknown.

One punch, one kill!

In a single glance, three warriors above level 80 were instantly obliterated!

This sight caused Zhao Tianling, who had been ready to strike next, to freeze in place.

Cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead.

Too strong…

Is this the true worth of the Dragon Guard Army…?

Those three were all level-80 elites, rulers of their domains in Tianbei City!

And they couldn't even take one punch?

Yamamoto Kenichi also narrowed his eyes.

He knew Xu Wenchang was strong, but not this absurdly so.

"What are you waiting for?"

"Chairman Zhao, if you want to die, just stand there and watch!"

Yamamoto Kenichi barked, a flash of light in his hand.

Two strange-looking long blades appeared—one black, one white.

"Yin-Yang Reversal: Shadow Bind!"

Yamamoto Kenichi's form blurred, instantly splitting into dozens of phantom shadows.

These shadows were indistinguishable in reality or illusion, each radiating a chilling aura, ghostlike, wrapping toward Xu Wenchang.

Xu Wenchang's gaze sharpened, fixing on the black-and-white blades.

"【Yin-Yang Twins: Ghost Cutter】?"

"The imperial family's exclusive weapon… Though also a unique item, its rank is far inferior to my gauntlets."

Xu Wenchang sneered inwardly, instantly seeing through his opponent's true nature.

As for Yamamoto Kenichi's class, he understood it at once.

【Yin-Yang Swordsman】.

A rare class unique to Yingguo, specializing not in sword damage but in eerie, unpredictable control and curses.

Such a class might lack raw offensive power, but it clung like a stubborn leech, nearly impossible to shake off.

Especially its ability to manipulate shadows and restrict enemy movement—utterly nauseating in battle.

"Do you dare act insolent before this old man?"

Xu Wenchang slammed his fists together; golden dragon-shaped qi erupted.

"ROAR—!!!"

The dragon's roar shattered several approaching shadows.

Yet—

The shattered shadows did not vanish; instead, they turned into black sludge, spreading along the ground, tightly binding Xu Wenchang's legs.

At the same moment,

"Bull Rush!"

Zhao Tianling, finally reacting, roared.

As a level-82 top-tier tank, his skin instantly turned metallic, becoming a mobile fortress of steel as he slammed into the restrained Xu Wenchang.

"Get lost!"

Xu Wenchang had to divert attention, punching Zhao Tianling's chest.

"Puh—!"

Zhao Tianling spat blood, flying backward dozens of meters.

Yet thanks to his extreme defense and massive health, he actually tanked the punch.

And using this opening, Yamamoto Kenichi's true body merged into the shadows.

His voice drifted unpredictably:

"Master Xu, I cannot kill you, but if I merely wish to trap you, I have some confidence."

"Yin-Yang Technique: Slow Curse!"

A gray rune silently imprinted on Xu Wenchang's back.

Xu Wenchang felt his body grow heavy; his movements slowed slightly.

Yamamoto Kenichi's eyes flashed with malice.

He knew clearly: even with Zhao Tianling's help, he was no match for Xu Wenchang.

The man was a top-tier combatant of Longguo; he was merely an overseas spy from Yingguo—direct confrontation meant certain death.

But…

He didn't need to win.

He only needed to delay!

"Master Xu, you're too strong. So strong, you frighten even me."

Yamamoto Kenichi's figure reappeared in the distance, wearing a smug smile:

"But precisely because of that, I don't need to defeat you—I only need you to watch…"

"Watch as four hundred level-40 operatives tear apart your Longguo's future hope into fragments."

"Hahahaha…"

"For the glory of the Empire, my death is insignificant!"

Yamamoto Kenichi's eyes burned with fanaticism.

He swung his twin blades again; countless black shadows, like parasitic leeches, surged toward Xu Wenchang in layered waves.

Not to injure—only to delay!

…

Meanwhile, at the barrier's edge,

Lin Mo and the other three finally reached the pitch-black light curtain.

"Pant… pant…"

Han Mengqing gasped, reaching out to touch the black light.

Cold to the touch, hard as iron.

No matter how hard she pushed, the barrier didn't budge.

"Useless."

Han Mengyao thrust her long spear forward.

TING!

A sharp crack echoed.

The spear tip struck the light barrier but left not even a white scratch.

Han Mengyao said grimly:

"This is the 【Dark Veil Barrier】, a strategic-level sealing artifact."

"Unless you're above Level 90 and wielding a specialized weapon, you simply cannot break it."

"And this thing blocks all communication—we're completely trapped now."

Chu Lingxuan turned pale and instinctively looked at Han Mengyao: "Then… what do we do? We can't get out?"

Han Mengqing immediately exploded: "Damn it, these bastards! Let's fight them to the death! Better to die than be captured!"

Lin Mo said nothing, silently watching the light barrier before him.

"Xiao Tu."

【【Earth Shield Technique】 immediately responded: Master, I'm here!】

"Can you use 【Earth Submersion】 to dig us out? This barrier should only cover the surface, right?"

Lin Mo asked.

【【Earth Shield Technique】 began sensing the earth's vibrations.】

After a moment, 【Earth Shield Technique】's voice grew somber:

【【Earth Shield Technique】: No, Master… this big black dome is a sphere! A perfect sphere! It covers not just the sky but the ground beneath too—I can't sense any earth elements outside. We can't dig out…】

"A spherical barrier… even the ground beneath is sealed off…"

Lin Mo frowned.

These people really had prepared everything—no way up, no way down.

He turned and looked toward Xu Wenchang's battle position.

He had zero concern for Xu Wenchang's safety.

Before coming to school,

his father had told him that Teacher Xu was extremely powerful, nearly unmatched at his level.

And the several practitioners attacking Teacher Xu were all lower in level than him.

The real problem now was themselves.

Lin Mo looked toward the wasteland, where dust rose in a thick cloud.

Over four hundred members of the Crazy Shark Guild were sprinting toward them.

Greedy eyes, twisted faces, and overwhelming killing intent.

Like a pack of starving wolves, they had surrounded the four of them at the barrier's edge.

"If we can't get out, then we fight."

Lin Mo cracked his neck, the sound sharp and crisp.

Since we can't run, we kill them all.

Kill them all, and we'll be safe.

"Xiao Huo, Xiao Lei, Xiao Tu—get ready."

【【Fireball Technique】 instantly thrilled to its peak: These ants chased me all the way—I've been dying to burn them to ash!】

【【Earth Shield Technique】 also rolled up its sleeves: Four hundred people? Hmph, watch me pierce them one by one! I'm the second brother who's mastered the ultimate technique now!】

【Lightning Strike Technique】 said nothing, but Lin Mo felt a razor-sharp thunderous will gathering.

Han Mengyao stepped beside Lin Mo, sweeping her spear in a arc that summoned a wave of frost.

"Let's fight."

Her eyes were resolute.

Chu Lingxuan took a deep breath and stepped forward to shield the group.

Han Mengqing dropped his playful grin; his staff glowed with shifting light, ready to cast buffs.

"Come on! Let these bastards know—the Dragon Order Class F4 aren't to be messed with!"