Chapter 239: Max‑Level Special Effect, Zero‑Level Defense!

Su Ming's condition at this moment…

Extremely tragic!

One of the dragon wings on his back was broken, sagging limp behind him.

Most of the black‑purple Dragon Scale on his body had peeled off, revealing the raw, churned flesh beneath.

But he was still standing.

Not only standing, those heterochromatic vertical pupils burned with…

All the murderous, blood‑red excitement!

"Cough… spittle!"

Su Ming turned his head aside and spat out a mouthful of bloody sputum.

Then he raised his hand with some effort, his mind shifting.

Hum—!

This time, no damn divine law emerged to disgust anyone.

Several bottles of Source Blood materialized out of thin air; without even looking, he ripped off the caps and forced them down his throat.

Glug—!

Glug—!

As the massive life energy entered his belly, those horrific wounds on his body began to writhe and heal.

The languid aura was recovering segment by segment!

"Huh…"

Su Ming exhaled a long breath of foul vapor, lowered his head, and stared at the heap of broken copper and scrap metal at his feet.

"Heh!"

A slight grin curled his mouth, exposing his blood‑stained white teeth.

"Almost…"

"Damn, you almost got fooled by that… big guy!"

At the same time, the Light Curtain shattered, and Magu on the viewing platform rushed over like a lunatic.

Wang won!

And he turned that big fellow into scrap!

"Wang, how did he change back?"

Su Ming glanced at the two men who had arrived in a blaze of urgency.

He lifted his foot and kicked a chunk of golden flesh away as if discarding trash.

"Changed back?"

"From start to finish, the thing I fought was this pile of junk!"

Su Ming snorted, pointed at the ruins beneath his feet, golden light flickering in his eyes as he began to review the battle.

To be honest, he had to admit defeat.

When that human‑form Caesar appeared and a few words stripped him of all his abilities…

He truly panicked for a moment.

That feeling of being completely controlled was damn real.

But precisely because it was so real, it seemed too fake!

Being cut by a Soul Dagger and still regenerating can't be explained as an immortal body; it's not a mechanism.

But the Soul Dagger turned into silk?

That's a bit insulting to one's intelligence!

That's a massive logical loophole!

Rank Paradox!

The Soul Dagger in his hand was a bona‑fide Myth‑grade artifact, inherently possessing the absolute All Laws Unpenetrable property.

What does that even mean?

That's the highest‑priority command in the game!

And what about that Caesar?

The panel given by the Eye of Truth clearly read Quasi‑Myth.

Half a rank lower, that's a Heaven Rift!

How can a Quasi‑Myth skill possibly turn a Myth‑grade weapon into silk?

A village chief's order can outrank the emperor's edict?

That's unscientific!

Even less metaphysical!

"So…"

Su Ming rubbed his throbbing temples, his voice clear.

"Something's always been off, but I couldn't pinpoint what the problem was or where…"

"I only figured it out later…"

"Ha ha…"

Su Ming couldn't hold back, laughing again, his tone complicated.

"This guy has no real ability to alter reality."

"The so‑called Golden Law, in plain terms… is just damn high‑level hypnosis! It's a maxed‑out magical sleight of hand!"

In hindsight.

From the moment the giant's chest core lit up and golden threads streamed, he was already ensnared.

That was by no means a divine technique for healing injuries.

It was a forced Cognitive Interference that pulled him into a dream!

The reason he could slash so smoothly was that this guy was deliberately doing it!

It was to make the subsequent actions look more genuine!

In that dream, the human Caesar was merely a hologram, a front used to draw hatred.

He took Caesar's hint, believing he couldn't fly, when in fact his brain had cut off the control signal to his wings.

He thought the Soul Dagger had turned into silk, but his subconscious was fooling him, making him wave his water sleeves at empty air!

He thought he couldn't open the Dimensional Reduction Warehouse, but under the suggestion he never actually did it!

Including the props that flew out later, they were also illusory under the suggestion!

As for the excruciating pain that backfired…

"Heh."

Su Ming gave a cold glance at the massive wreckage beneath his feet.

"It was only when I was dueling the air in an Intellectual Duel, flailing like a fool, that this big guy hid behind the illusion and slipped me a few harsh blows!"

As for why Magu and Wang East Wind were separated?

It wasn't some moral‑talking 1v1 true‑man showdown!

It was to keep this grand play from breaking the plot!

If they were left inside the arena and saw through the illusion here…

Then this Emperor's New Clothes would be a plot hole!

Conversely, isolate them at a distance, letting them watch the special effects through the Light Curtain.

That's called—

Multiple eyewitness testimonies, reinforcing his self‑doubt!

"Sure enough, the mind that plays tactics is filthy."

"Even the so‑called quasi‑god isn't exempt…"

Su Ming shook his head, the sarcasm in his eyes about to overflow.

Was he mocking himself or just a bit off, lacking experience!

"Fortunately, I saw through this layer…"

At that moment, the Golden Halberd came down.

It was the most realistic, most oppressive moment of the illusion.

It was also the moment the BOSS's desperate dagger appeared.

Then, he made a decision.

A decision only a madman would dare make.

He closed his eyes.

He sealed his five senses.

He forcibly cut off all mental suggestions about law, divine might, and invincibility in his mind.

Since the eyes can deceive, and the ears can deceive.

Then… don't look!

Don't listen!

He only believed in one thing—

Murderous intent!

That feeling of a blade on his back, wanting to crush him completely, a malice born of primal instinct!

When he blocked all interference, he felt a heavy, brutal wind pressure surging from his side‑rear!

It was the Giant Body, ready to crush him into mush with a single punch when he was at his most desperate!

Thus.

He moved.

No flashy skills, no superfluous motions.

He turned.

Swing the blade!

The Soul Dagger tore the air, bearing the raging fury after being mocked, and precisely sliced into the core of that wind pressure!

Pfft!

The feel was right.

That resistance of cutting into a metal‑and‑flesh mixture, that wail of divine power collapsing…

That is the truth!

"You...!"

"Roar—!!!"

At that moment, the illusion collapsed.

What followed was a one‑sided violent demolition.

Without those flashy effects and mental suggestions.

This enormously heavy golden lump, before him who had activated Dragon Soul Unity and multiplied his mental power…

Just a fragile live target!

"In the next life… remember to turn off the special effects."

"Too dazzling, not only wastes the graphics card, but also easily reveals the ruse."

Su Ming stopped recalling and calmed the surging Qi and blood.

Holding the Soul Dagger, he aimed at the core that was still faintly flickering!

This guy…

In essence, it's a mage that plays with mind control, and its physical defense is absurdly fragile!

That's why it disguises itself as this seemingly massive, flesh‑filled giant!

That's called camouflage, outwardly fierce, inwardly timid!

What a pity.

It was just a hair's breadth away!

When it comes to mental power…

Su Ming, in the fused state with Dragon Mother, is truly very strong!

"Since you couldn't completely control me!"

"Then, it's my turn to settle the score."

Su Ming stopped babbling, reversed his grip on the hilt with both hands.

He thrust hard at that core again!

This time, cause and effect are crystal clear.

Can't miss!