Chapter 302: Subduing the Enemy's Forces Without a Fight!

"Hoo!"

The wind, as if frightened, suddenly stopped.

Above the ruins, crows and sparrows were silent.

That flickering ember became the only color in this world.

Da Tian Gou's sharp hawk eyes stared fixedly at the man below, one hand in his pocket, a nonchalant expression on his face.

"Human..."

From deep in his throat, the voice was hoarse.

He, one of Takamagahara's strongest divine generals, the commander of the Hundred Demons Night Parade.

Can he really be berated like a bird‑person by a single ant?

And they even let him go down to have a go?

Is this damn thing treating him like a wandering chicken?

Humiliation!

This is peeling his face off.

Throwing it on the ground and crushing it hard with the sole of a shoe.

And even pulling out a few hairs!

"Looking for death!!"

Boom—!

The pitch‑black wings suddenly spread, covering the sky and blocking the sun.

The raging wind element was wildly compressed in his palm, emitting a shrill screech.

As soon as he raises his hand.

The arrogant human below, together with this ruin, would instantly be churned into dumpling filling!

However.

At the instant when the storm was about to slip from his grasp.

A flash from Da Tian Gou's corner of eye caught the still‑warm purple sludge below.

It was Shuten Douji.

That saintly mortal, an iron‑clad simpleton who could take blows many times more than he could.

At this moment he can't even muster a fight; let him be laid to rest.

The allure of that spear…

Even now, recalling it still sends a chill down his spine, making his feathers stand on end.

That all‑piercing round hole, if it were opened on him…

What could he use to resist?

With an iron head?

Da Tian Gou's hand, about to swing down, froze rigidly in midair.

His gaze suddenly shifted to his side.

There, Yu Zao Qian was elegantly waving the folding fan painted with Hundred Demons.

A smile curled at the corner of the mouth, a seductive aura radiating.

But the old fox didn't move.

Not even a trace of murderous aura leaked out, as if she were merely an Audience watching the play.

"Something's off…"

Da Tian Gou's inner fury was instantly doused by a bucket of icy water called suspicion, chilling him to the core.

This lewd fox excels at scheming, her Inner Eye more abundant than lotus roots.

If this human truly is a spent crossbow, a paper tiger that shatters with a single thrust.

With Yu Zao Qian's greedy nature that never acts without profit, she would have already pounced to snatch the spoils.

How could it be so quiet?

Unless…

There's a trick!

This is a trap!

Jiu Tun, that brainless one, has already stepped on a thunder trap and become a corpse.

Now whoever goes first becomes the cannon fodder to probe the depths!

If this human still has that trump card, even if he can only fire one more spear…

The one who rushes forward first will surely die!

And the one who follows can sit back and reap the fisherman's profit.

He could even sweep the whole field, winning beyond belief!

At that thought, cold sweat instantly streamed down behind Da Tian Gou.

The storm poised to unleash was forcibly pressed into his palm, held back.

This move truly cannot be used!

Whoever acts becomes a Big Wronged Seed!

…

Above the ruins.

Su Ming slowly exhaled a ring of smoke, the vapor winding around his slightly pallid face.

It hurts.

It really fucking hurts.

His five organs and six viscera twisted together like a dead knot.

Even Epic‑level Source Blood couldn't instantly bring his body back to the passing mark.

He felt that the shot Divine Warrior used then by borrowing an account to proxy…

could even slay a god!

What's overdrawn isn't stamina, it's life!

Now, forget about unleashing a big move.

Even making him run eight hundred meters would leave him panting like a broken bellows!

What can be done?

Only act!

Life is a play; it all depends on acting.

Thinking this, Su Ming said nothing.

In front of the two great demon emperors and countless Audience watching the live stream.

He actually…

took a step forward!

Thump.

The crisp footstep echoed in the open ruins.

Just this step.

Swish—!

The two great demon emperors in midair, almost instinctively, recoiled half a meter!

Like startled birds!

This retreat.

The whole venue fell dead silent.

The wind stopped, the clouds dispersed.

One person, one step.

Forcing the two great demon emperors to retreat!

What a dominance!

And what a... irony!

……

In the corner.

The Sakura Nation Camp, which had still clung to a last sliver of hope, completely collapsed.

Their morale exploded!

Clang—!

A katana slipped from someone's hand and slammed onto the ground.

Immediately followed by a succession of weapon thuds.

Liu Sheng Jian Ying, Gongben Yixin…

These, once exalted on altars in Sakura Country, or self‑proclaimed sword saints and heavenly champions.

Now each wore a death‑gray face, legs trembling.

They could barely stand.

They lost.

Lost utterly, not even a pair of underwear left.

If Jiu Tun's death was due to inferior skill,

then now.

Looking at those two lofty so‑called deities who have been worshipped by Sakura Country for millennia,

they were suddenly frightened into retreat by a human, just finished a wheel‑battle, clearly exhausted, with only a subtle move.

Such a collapse of faith…

is more painful than killing them!

"Fake…"

In the center of the crowd.

Shen Dai Qianhe still slumped on the ground.

Hair disheveled, eyes hollow.

Like a rag doll ruined by play.

"Hehe… hahaha…"

"What Yamato spirit… what deity… what magatama… "

"All fake! All a joke!"

The steadfast pride.

The national dignity they vowed to protect even unto death.

Now it appears to be a complete joke.

The so‑called gods, the so‑called divine artifacts…

They all seem to be a group of powerful beasts.

Even they lack the blood‑lust of beasts fighting to the death!

The backbone is broken.

The soul, then, disperses.

…

At the same time.

Global paid live stream.

In Sakura Country's region, the bullet comments were abruptly cut off, losing ninety percent.

They truly couldn't type any more.

No anger, no swearing.

Only suffocating silence.

The Dragon Country man standing in the middle of the ruins, whose back wasn't especially tall.

Is truly insurmountable.

A bone‑deep sense of helplessness, traveling along the network line, swept over the entire bodies of every Sakura Country audience.

They had to admit a cruel fact—

【Jing】 even if standing there without moving.

As long as he doesn't want to yield.

The whole Sakura Country.

Seems there isn't a single person daring to walk past him!

One person.

National Gate!

Who can look at each other without being confused?!

…

In contrast, Dragon Country's region.

The bullet comments are jubilant, drums and gongs blaring, like celebrating the New Year!

Fucking awesome!!!

Hahaha! I'm dying laughing! Is this the god of a comfortable life? Just this? Just this?!

One step scares away a million troops! What cats and dogs even dare to scam 【Jing】 god?

From now on, who dares to say our Dragon Country has no one?!

No way, I also want to get stronger, damn it, bring glory to the nation!

Countless Dragon Country people wave their fists in front of the screen, blood boiling with passion.

They long to howl up to the heavens!

So exhilarating!

Too fucking exhilarating!

The money spent on this paid live stream is really fucking worth it!

Subdue the enemy without fighting!

Stomp the enemy's face into the mud!

In this world, is there anything more exhilarating than this?!

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